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[mattsundaes]

wait idk if i’ve sent this twice or not my tumblr’s weird rn and it’s probably ass o clock for u when u receive this BUT HRUUU DEE <3 i’ve been curiously wondering if you’ve ever had any thoughts abt ignition!verse sunarin.. if yes i’m humbly asking for crumbs …… [beggar_meme.jpg]

18+ ignition!verse suna rintarou, street racer au

“thought you said you hated volkswagens.”

suna rintarou’s voice is a warm, amused caress tucked into the curve between your shoulder and neck, a stark contrast to the cool surface of the black hatchback you’re currently pressed up against.

it’s dark outside, quiet save for the sound of gravel shifting beneath suna’s boots and the stray chitters of insects off in the near distance.  

“i said i hate pretty boys who drive volkswagens,” you correct him, biting back a breathy gasp at the sensation of his large palms rucking up the skirt of your dress. 

suna hums, fingers idly snapping the waistband of your panties gently against your hips. “that really wasn’t what it sounded like you were saying when you slid my hand between your legs at that red light, though i guess it was a little hard to hear over the way you started moaning—”

you knew you were going to regret this.

“imagine all the things your hand could have continued doing if you didn’t need a gear shift shoved up your ass while you’re driving—”

he exhales a choked out laugh against your temple, finger tracing a circle around your hip bone.

“sorry, princess. you know, i heard some of those date tech guys like to drive automatic, if that’s more your thing…”

you shoot him a glare, though there’s no real heat behind it. “i knew i should have just have let miya give me a ride home.”

he groans, forehead falling against your shoulder as he mutters, “i’m not even going to ask which one, because i don’t know what’s worse—thinking about you getting fucked in a subaru, or a toyota.”

“now who said i’d let either of those two fuck me?” you ask, delighting in the thin thread of jealousy that weaves its way into his words. 

suna’s breath is hot against your collarbone, skin exposed by the thin straps of your sundress. his hands sink a little deeper into the plush skin of your hips, fingers stretching like a cat’s paws with the way it gives beneath his touch. 

“i’ve never brought anyone here,” suna murmurs, kissing his way up the side of your neck.

you try to ignore the implication behind his words, like the fact that he brought you to this little lookout above the city is supposed to be romantic. 

“sounds like something a serial killer would say,” you reply flippantly, ignoring the way your insides quiver as he gets down on his knees and pushes up your dress high enough to expose your stomach, pressing a line of kisses just above the waistband of your underwear.

suna looks up at you, amusement etched clear across his face even in the relative darkness. “i think we both know you’d probably be the one killing me.”

he gently traces his thumb over your slit, and you shudder.

you reach down, fingers threading through his hair and enjoying the way he tilts his head into your touch far more than you should. “brave of you to drive to your own death.”

panties tugged aside, suna’s already knuckle deep inside of you as he kisses your inner thigh, eyes focused on the pleasure rippling across your face as he murmurs, “if i die like this, that’s fine by me.”

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know what I love more, the fact that as rook you can make a statement in NO uncertain terms that you are NOT responsible one way or the other for the theological implications of the shit you're discovering in the 'regrets of the dread wolf' memories. not my jurisdiction. quite simply none of my business. not my chantry circus not my chantry monkeys. irrelevant to the matter at hand here we'll kill that god if we get to him he can get in line. or if the best thing about it is seeing the lone little 'lucanis approves' that pops up right after choosing it. corvid with a knife about to commit deicide keeping it real and sensibly, pragmatically, wilfully agnostic with me here in this magical lighthouse today

[miserye]

list of shows/media i've consumed this past year

devilman's crybaby

arcane s1 and s2

tsurune s2 (and the movie)

dungeon meshi s1

the apothecary diaries s1

ancient magus bride s2 pt 2

haunting of hill house

the eminence in shadow s1 and s2

the great pretender

natsume's book of friends s1 - 7 + one of the movies

terrifier 3

the wild robot

edge of sleep

dead boy detectives

saw 1

honorable mentions: too many game streams, i'm talking hours of apex, val, ow, lol, minecraft, you name it i've probably watched it

the sheer number of fanfics for atsusuna (i think they should be called atsuna btw why are we adding in the su again) i've read is not funny

the hanarahashi live from eve which i watched twice LMFAOOOOOO (technically last year but ignore that it was at the end of the year)

[pointsfortrying]

everytime i see the aroace flag it takes me a moment to recognize it ngl

[ryescapades-archived]

hello rye! <3 congratulations on reaching 1k followers, you deserve all of them & so much more // i've read all your works, and i can't express in words how amazing of a writer you are ☘︎

for your milestone event can i request:

rin itoshi + sfw + "hey, look at me"

thank you & i wish you the best of lucks on midterms + finals :3c

→ EVENT OVERVIEW

prompt: 17 - “hey, look at me.” characters: itoshi rin (bllk) x f!reader contents: comfort/fluff, reader gets bothered by some sleazy guys erm wc ~ 1k

a/n: ruruuu my beloved i uhh dunno what to think of this personally but i hope it’s better for u than it is for me shsdfdfk and thankyou sm for participating and the kind words ilyy !! <3 (not proofread!)

your date has been going so well today.

you had planned this so long ago, wanting to go to the aquarium with rin. it’s been quite a while since you’ve had some alone time with him, considering how busy he is with soccer so it’s only right that he’d wanted to spend the whole day and more with the one he treasures the most.

the aquarium itself was a blast; you had fun learning about and looking at all the beautiful sea creatures, though rin would argue that there’s entirely something— or someone— else that was worthy of being labeled as the embodiment of beauty itself.

he would never say that out loud, of course.

the aquarium aside, the rest of the day went by pretty leisurely. after getting yourselves some matching trinkets (you think that the faint blush brushing his cheeks when he holds the dainty ornament in his hands is the loveliest, most incredible sight you’ve ever seen), the two of you decided to check out the new ramen place downtown, catch up a little bit over lunch (you did all the talking, unsurprisingly) before ending up taking a stroll in the park nearby.

everything’s turning out wonderful, until it was not.

while the two of you were preoccupied in your own little bubble, a few wandering tourists had interrupted you to ask for some help. the both of you knew that giving some mere instructions would be too vague, so you had convinced him that you didn’t mind waiting as he showed them the way instead as he was more versed in their language. rin wanted to dispute, not wanting to leave you alone even just for a second, let alone 3 minutes, though he begrudgingly obliged after one look of assurance from you.

the world would’ve been a better place if some people knew how to keep their hands to themselves and mind their own business, really.

all the while you’re waiting for rin to come back, you catch sight of a couple guys standing just a few feet away, their leering eyes hooked on you as their faces spell nothing but trouble. you try not to visibly grimace, turning away from them as you start chanting in your head for your boyfriend to return quickly and wish that by some miracle he could feel your (hopefully) telepathic distress.

you’d wanted to walk away but unfortunately for you, you don’t get far as a few seconds later, a bold finger taps on your shoulder to gain your attention. turning around, you feel your body tense at the men suddenly looming over you with a grin looking oh so sweetly on each of their faces.

“hey, you alone here, sweetheart?” you resist the urge to visibly roll your eyes at the petname. with a reluctant smile, you shake your head at them before starting to walk off. “i’m heading somewhere else, sorry.”

persistent like a parasite with the intent to make your life worse, they fall into steps behind you. you’re feeling the urge to curse at the inconvenience of the part of the city you’re currently at, reprimanding yourself for waiting at such an isolated place. “here with your friends? or family?” one of them presses, and your heartbeat rises as they begin to get closer.

“boyfriend, excuse you,” you huff quietly under your breath, wanting to lose yourself in the incoming crowd as you anxiously walk faster. you would’ve been fine with tolerating them until they’d eventually get bored of your lack of enthusiasm, if not for the slimy hand that suddenly extends out to harshly grasp yours from behind, triggering your fight or flight response as your heart goes plummeting down to your stomach in dread.

“oh, come on! we just wanted to–” the scream that has bubbled up in your throat doesn’t get to escape, however, when another figure comes barreling towards the man, a raged hand reaching up to fist at the latter’s collar. your wrist is then freed, and you gingerly rub at the skin as if to wipe away the foreign touch.

“she’s clearly not interested, you bastard.” your boyfriend’s gravely tone enters your ears, and you’d almost cried out in relief at his appearance. there was a dangerous and deathly lilt to his voice, and something about it makes you shiver for some unknown reason.

you initially don’t have any clue as to how badly affected rin is by the situation with how he has his back towards you but the way rin’s grip on the stranger’s shirt tightens, proven by the flexing and slight quivering of his arm. not to mention you can hear the man’s audible gulp, so you know it’s not a pretty sight.

“w-whoa, sorry, man. we were just…” the other guy trails off, and you had almost sympathized with how genuinely terrified they look but it’s really not worth the effort to cause such a commotion here so you try to get him to calm down. “rin,” you call out, tugging slightly at the hem of his shirt.

you can see him tensing at your voice for a few moments, then with as much reluctance as he can muster, the striker roughly shoves the man away before backing up slightly to hide you behind him, and they both immediately scurry off into the distance. rin doesn’t take his eyes away from the two, fists clenching and teal orbs sharpening like daggers as if to make sure those jerks are undoubtedly not coming back.

your heart squeezes at this whole ordeal. soothingly sliding your hand down the length of rin’s arm, you languidly take his hand to unfurl the whitening knuckles by weaving your fingers with his. “rin,” you press, reaching up to turn the side of his face towards you. “hey, look at me.”

your boyfriend snaps his head towards you then, tension leaving his body when his eyes land on you. he doesn’t protest when you pull him down by the back of his neck, bumping your forehead against his with a gentle thump, a silly method you’d picked up whenever there is a need to ‘knock’ some sense into him.

because the only way for itoshi rin to simmer down and regain his control is exactly that; having you close to him in whatever way possible.

“i’m here, baby. i’m okay,” you mumble against the shared space between your mouths, and rin doesn’t resist the magnetic pull as he pecks your lips once before planting another one on your forehead. “should’ve brought you along,” he mumbles, exhaling warmly against your skin.

you let out a chuckle, “hm, you’re right…” you feignedly ponder, pulling your intertwined hands together as the two of you start walking again, “though as much as i am thankful, you do look quite hot there getting all mad. and cute too, i guess. like an angry kitty, you know?” you quip, glancing at him with a small teasing smile.

a tinge of pink dusts the apple of his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing in slight offense. “am not,” rin grumbles.

“are so,” you counter, lightly bumping your shoulder against his side.

“... am not,” he bumps back.

“angry rinnie.”

“shut up.”

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[blackypanther9]

Over my dead body ! – Father!Alastor x Son!Reader

WARNING!: Mention of drugs, cursing, name calling, Alcohol, mention of attempted murder AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

A/N: Yay ! Mimzy is back... *Note sarcasm* By the way this happened shortly after Alastor was healthy again. So M/n was still the same age as the last chapter. (Art belongs to rightful owner)

TAGLIST: @l0liamk @dilucragnvindr-my-beloved @moiravim @meg-giry1 @wen01203

Words: 3 321

After Alastor was cured from his sickness and back on the job, he planned to go to Mimzy’s again, for a little conversation and some good old rye. He told M/n about it and he pretended to be happy, but he wasn't thrilled at all.

So he decided to do this for his Father only ONCE and then NEVER again. Mimzy was a Bitch.

At first the night at the Club went by superbly. But as soon as Mimzy wasn’t on stage anymore, she crawled over to him and Alastor.

“Alastor ! Long time no see, sweetheart ! Where have ya been ?!”, she asked happily.

“Oh you know, M/n got poisoned and almost killed last time we were here, so I decided to let a bit of grass grow over it and then I got sick ! Haha ! Where are ya at, these days, Mimzy, Dear ?”, Alastor asked.

M/n put on his fakest smile to please his Papa. He wanted to stab Mimzy.

She started to tell him all about what happened since he stopped coming for a while. Honestly...two years weren’t enough in M/n’s opinion... At some point Mimzy went to get Alastor and M/n a drink. His Papa looked at the boy.

“Remember Cher, what I drink is nothing for you. You are too young for it.”, the Radio Host reminded his Son.

“Yes, Papa. I remember.”

“Good boy.”

It wasn’t long until Mimzy came back, but she looked way too smug and excited as she gave Alastor his drink. M/n knew something was wrong, so he accidentally spilled his own drink.

“Oh no !”, M/n gasped in horror.

Alastor set his drink down quickly, not taking a sip and helped to dry the table. Nothing was left in his glass anymore and M/n gave his Father a pleading look.

“I-I’m sorry Papa. My hand was shaky and I must have lost my grip...”, he said in shame.

“It’s alright, Cher. Don’t worry your little head over it, it happens !”

The Radio Host looked at Mimzy.

“Mimzy, Dear ?”

“Yes, Al ?”

“Can you please get new napkins, while I will order a new drink for M/n ?”

“Of course, suga !”, she said and left.

“Can I have a hot chocolate, Papa ?”, M/n asked softly.

“Of course you can, Dear ! I’ll be right back, don’t leave the table !”

“I won’t.”, M/n promised, crossing his fingers behind his back.

“Good. I’ll be off !”

And with that Alastor was gone too. As soon as they were both out of sight, M/n snatched his Father’s drink and eyed it. He sniffed rye before and had a sip of it once too, thanks to his abusive parents that forced him to indulge in such. As soon as he looked at the rye, it looked off. He knew what Alastor loved for a type of rye and it was the one, sure, but the color looked a bit...off.

The boy looked around in the Club and spotted someone he knew. He got up and rushed over to the table with his Papa’s drink in his hand.

“Cole ! Cole !”, M/n called.

The man turned around and a wide smile split his face.

“M/n ! What are you doing here ?!”, he greeted back.

Cole McGenzy was another nice Coworker in his Father’s Radio Station. He was glad he found a familiar face.

“I’m here with Papa. But I need your help.”

“With what, Kiddo ?”

M/n gave the man Alastor’s drink.

“Some woman brought it to Papa and seemed awfully smug and excited about it for him to drink it. Could you give it a taste and tell me if it might have been a bad glass ? It’s supposed to be Papa’s favorite rye.”

The man chuckled and took the glass.

“Always looking out for Alastor, I see.”

“He decided to look after me when no one else did and I want to return the favor.”, M/n said shyly.

The man ruffled the boy’s hair and took a swig of Alastor’s glass of rye. For a while nothing happened.

“I think it’s fi-....oh Lord...”, the man suddenly grunted.

“Cole ? What’s wrong ?”, M/n asked worried.

“Ah...nothing, Kiddo. The drink was spiked though. Try to keep an eye out for Alastor tonight, yeah ?”

“O-okay. Are you sure you are alright ?”

“I am, kid. Just...go back to your table and keep watch, yeah ? I need to return home now.”

“O-okay...”

Cole got up, covering his crotch and then left, with a few dollars on the table he sat at. M/n returned to his own table, confused and worried. He swiped his Father’s spiked drink from the table, shattering the glass on the floor and acted like he didn’t do it. First Mimzy tried to kill him, now she tried to hurt his Papa...

‘Game on, Bitch...’, M/n thought darkly.

Soon enough Alastor returned with a hot chocolate for M/n. He looked around confused as he saw his drink missing and looked at his Son.

“M/n ? Do you know where my glass of rye went ?”

“Some drunk man swiped it off of the table, it is on the floor with shattered glass. You told me not to move, so I stayed here instead of leaving and looking for you.”, M/n lied swiftly.

Alastor didn’t seem to pick up on it as he nodded with his smile a bit more dim than before. He called over a waitress and asked for a glass of rye again, which she promptly noted down and rushed off to get for him. Mimzy came back, as the waiter was on the run to the bar, with napkins.

“I’m baaaack~!”

‘Please leave again and never come back, Bitch.’, M/n thought sourly.

“Hello and welcome back, Mimzy !”, Alastor greeted her.

She sat down with them again and they continued to talk. Cups of chocolate and glasses of rye later and they finally left the bar, going back home. M/n wanted to tell his Papa about the spiked drink and that it was Mimzy...but he didn’t have the heart to destroy his Papa’s trust like that with someone he knew longer than M/n. So he stayed silent, for now.

“Where did I put my keys ?”, Alastor asked confused the next week on Friday.

He searched high and low for his house keys in his Radio office. M/n looked at his Papa with worry.

“I don’t know, Papa. Maybe you misplaced them ?”

“Perhaps I did... It seems like we won’t be going to Mimzy’s after all tonight.”, Alastor sighed in sadness.

M/n felt bad, but no way in Hell will he ever allow his Father back there.

The next day Alastor planned to go to Mimzy’s again and M/n already knew how to avoid that. They were at the Radio Station and on Saturday’s Alastor only has 5 hours to work, instead of 9 to 12 hours. His work usually started at 6 in the morning and ended 18 o’ clock or even later. Why so long ? Because Alastor was mixed, he came from the Bayou, his previous Boss didn’t like him and the one he had currently wanted him to stay until night so she can try and get into his pants and because he brought a lot of money in. Did they pay him more for the ridiculous long hours ? Barely.

M/n emptied his Father’s left coat pocket, which held his car and house keys. He took them out and then told his Father softly that he was relieving his bladder, which the Radio Host dismissed him for.

Then M/n left and hid the car keys in a supply closet from three, behind a few cleaning supplies and the house keys he placed somewhere on the floor, almost behind a small shoe closet in the hallways, barely possible to be spotted. Then he returned.

-At the end of Alastor’s shift-

“Blazes ! Where are the car keys ?!”, Alastor huffed out in frustration as he continued to search for them.

“I don’t know, Papa. Where did you see them last ?”, M/n asked gently.

“Cher, they were lastly in my coat pocket. In my left one, like always.”

The boy looked at his Father for a while in concern.

“Are you sure they were there last ? Otherwise I am worried that someone stole them.”, M/n said softly.

Alastor growled in frustration.

“Are you sure, you didn’t take them and play me a fool, Son ?”

“I promise, I didn’t touch them, Pa.”, M/n swore.

Alastor couldn’t detect a lie in his Son’s voice either. Usually it wavered in nerves, but not this time... The adult sighed.

“Go to Tony while I am hunting down the keys, Cher. They have to be somewhere.”, the adult muttered, his smile wavering.

“Alright, Pa...”

M/n left and went for his Uncle’s office. He was off air for a while now and probably packed up to leave. Alastor searched for almost 2 hours now and couldn’t find his house and car keys. M/n felt bad, yet at the same time, it was funny.

Soon enough he entered Tony’s office and he spotted Francisco with Peter and Cole in there too. M/n waved gently.

“Apologies, if I interrupted you four... Papa sent me.”, M/n gently said.

“Come on in, Kiddo !”, Tony encouraged.

The boy carefully entered and shut the door.

“What did your Father sent you here for ?”, Peter asked.

“He can’t find his house and car keys so he sent me to Tony to be watched over, until he found them.”

Cole gave M/n a suspicious look.

“You made them disappear, didn’t you, M/n ?”, the man asked after a while.

The boy froze and stared at Cole, while the other three men looked at him in curiosity.

“I did no such thing.”, M/n denied with a wavering voice.

“Liar.”, Peter stated.

“Why would you do that to Alastor, M/n ?”, Tony asked with disappointment in his voice.

M/n looked down in shame.

“I....”, the boy couldn’t get it out.

Cole’s eyes widened as he recalled their last encounter in a speakeasy.

“Is it because of last week ? The spiked drink your Father received ?”, the adult asked.

The other three men snapped their heads to Cole, staring at him in shock.

“What ?!”, Peter yelled in shock.

“Excuse me ?!”, Francisco choked out.

“Mind repeating that ?!”, Tony yelled.

M/n flinched and nodded gently. Cole saw that and had a weird feeling in his gut.

“Do you know who did it ?”, Cole asked.

“Y-yes...”

“Did you tell Alastor ?”

“N-no...”

“Why not ?”, Tony asked now.

“Because that person is one of his friends. He knows them longer and I don’t want to ruin his trust and openness by telling him.”

There was silence for a while.

“You told me it was a woman, who looked way too smug as she gave him his drink.”, Cole pointed out.

“A woman too...”, Tony wheezed out in shock.

“What’s her name ?”, Francisco asked gently.

M/n looked at them and took a deep breath.

“Her name is Mimzy. She owns the speakeasy joint, if that’s true. She performs there as a singer and dancer too. She is pretty short and her voice isn’t all that great, but she is Papa’s friend. She brought him the spiked drink, smugly.”, M/n explained.

“Do you really think it was her then ?”, Peter asked.

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”, M/n replied dryly.

“Why ?”, Tony asked in concern.

The four boys could tell there was something M/n didn’t tell them. He looked at them in slight worry.

“Don’t tell Papa, please.”

“We promise we won’t. Now spill the tea.”, Cole assured.

M/n took a deep breath and then nodded.

“I think Tony remembers when Papa told him that I was once poisoned and by some miracle survived it until the next day and then Dr. Hugo pumped out my stomach, right ?”

The men nodded.

“Who didn’t hear it ? We were all worried sick.”, Francisco stated.

“But that happened two years ago. What does this have to do with anything ?”, Peter asked in confusion.

“Well....I never told Papa that I knew who did it. I met Mimzy for the first time two years ago, as I was 9 years old. She faked to be happy to meet me and we both pretended to get along in front of Papa, but as soon as he left for the bathroom, we both started to hiss at each other. She started it and called me a runt that Papa took in out of pity. I back talked and called her a Bitch. She told me that Papa belonged to her and threatened me that if I don’t disappear out of his life, she will make sure he will get rid of me. I threatened her back and told her that I will tell him everything and I never lied before, so who did she think Papa would believe. Sometime later she brought me my last glass of juice and it tasted different than any other the next day I felt really terrible and told Papa about the drink, he panicked and called Dr. Hugo and he wanted me as fast as possible in the hospital. After they pumped out my stomach I felt very weak, but better. My recovery took a bit, but it was alright.”, M/n shortly explained.

The four men stared at him, gob smacked.

“You should have told him.”, Cole stated darkly.

“I don’t want him to cut everyone off he is close with. He seems very close with Mimzy. Can you imagine, after he cut her off entirely, what will happen to you all ? He might be very distant and dismissive to you all. I don’t want that.”, M/n reasoned.

“He has a point. Al would do that.”, Tony deadpanned.

“We didn’t go there for these two years and last week was the first time in a while.”, M/n said.

“And she tried to pull something on Alastor this time...”, Peter added, getting the image.

M/n nodded.

“That’s why I make his things disappear, or just cause Papa to be unable to attend to the speakeasy. I don’t want this...harlot...to hurt my Father. I would never be able to live with myself !”

The men looked at each other and then nodded and looked back at M/n.

“Then count us in for all your mischief next time. We will help.”, Tony stated.

“Even if we have to go with Al to the speakeasy.”, Francisco added.

“Yo-you guys would ?”, M/n asked in awe.

“Of course we would. We may not be very big on giggle water, but one or two glasses hurt no one. Mostly not with friends.”, Peter told M/n happily.

“Also drinking with Alastor doesn’t sound so bad. And if we keep an eye on him anyways, why not ?”, Cole stated with a smile of his own.

“You guys are the best.”, M/n told them with a big smile.

“For Al, always. This man is such a gem.”, Tony chuckled out.

“Then I need your help today. Help me to keep Papa away from the speakeasy today. If you need help with anything, just get my Father. I am not ready to see Mimzy this soon again.”, M/n said.

“Leave that whole mess to us, Kiddo. Now let us help your Father to find his key sets.”

“The car keys are in the second supply closet in the main hallway, behind a window cleaner spray bottle and the house keys I put on the floor and shoved very close to the big shoe closet. They are hard to spot and almost behind the damn thing.”, M/n informed them.

“Noted. Let’s go boys.”, Cole said and pulled Peter with Francisco out of the office.

“Promise me that you will continue to look out for Alastor, M/n, okay ?”, Tony pleaded gently.

“I will never let my eyes stray from Papa.”, M/n swore.

“Good to hear, Kid.”

Alastor’s coat pockets had holes in them the next week. That just couldn’t do, so he had to go the tailor, who told him the unfortunate news that his favorite coat needed a few hours to be repaired. At least it wasn’t a day.

M/n snipped small holes into the Coat pockets and then pulled some loose threads, making the holes bigger and seem more natural. Alastor barely had his hands in his pockets so he couldn’t tell the difference, he could only suspect that his keys must have been stuck once or twice in his pockets and they caused the holes.

The day after that Alastor couldn’t go to the speakeasy, because Tony needed his help at his own home, to set up a new shelf, because his old one ‘broke’. Tony told M/n that he destroyed his own shelf just to get Alastor to come and help him with a new one.

The next time Alastor wanted to visit Mimzy, his dress pants ripped at the crotch area. M/n pulled some loose threats and it seemed that Alastor really believed that his pants were just a bit too old. Another visit to the tailor and again no Mimzy.

This went on and on for months. The Radio Host barely saw Mimzy. The few times he did see her, or got to the speakeasy was rare and he never came alone. Tony and Peter either came with him, wanting to let off some steam too with him, or Cole and Francisco went with him or M/n went with him or M/n and someone else from the four men went with him or just one of the four men walked with him. Alastor found it a bit suspicious, but he never minded it and brushed it off.

What the adult never noticed, was how the few times he was there, anything that happened on accident, was purely intended. Suddenly Peter spilled his own drink and Alastor rushed off to get some napkins and as soon as he returned Al’s drink was gone. Either it was on the floor, shattered, it fell over or the glass was just empty.

Whenever Tony was with the Radio Host, he had a few nerve problems and could fake them a bit. A shaky hand or a jolting leg was perfect. When he saw Mimzy smirking smugly, he already knew the drink for Alastor was spiked, so he jolted his knee so hard against the table that the drinks spilled over and he apologized each time in shame, mentioning his nerve problem. It was long cured but he never told anyone, he can still fake it well.

Francisco pretended to try and kill a fly, or another small bug he saw, and ‘accidently’ swiped Alastor’s drink over.

And Cole usually was such a savage that he snatched Al’s drink and just gulped it down. Claiming that he wanted to get a raise out of Alastor, which he never got. The adult didn’t even seem annoyed, just amused.

M/n tried everything and anything as soon as he knew the drink was spiked. They let Alastor at least once a month go to Mimzy’s, if they felt generous. There were times they kept him away from the joint for three months.

Over M/n’s dead body will Mimzy ever get a chance to drug his Father. This little Bitch wanted a war ? Now she had it.

Game. Fucking. On.

And M/n seemed to win.

Masterlist HERE !

[lilliablog]

⭒ ஓ๑-☆ Mushroom Mutuals [ 37 ] ☆-๑ஓ ⭒

!⊰ All of my beloved Mutuals, I love and care for you all beyond words can describe.

!⊰ I wish you all the best in life <3

🍄` Cheese, A cannibal?? { #cheese !! } - @paintedgrilledcheese 🍄` Teddy, lil cutie { #teddy !! } - @teddyandmochi 🍄` Olivia, My online sis >:3 { #olivia !! } - @fyodorsushankaaa 🍄` Bubbles, My Gf & Wifey { #bubbles !! } - @bubblycherry07

── ⋆★⋆ ──

🍄` Enea/Charlie { #enea !! } - @softmeetscreatureplz 🍄` Nyx { #nyx !! } - @humanthatishuman 🍄` Chuuya { #chuuya !! } - @syunkiss 🍄` Blob Fish/JJ { #blob fish? } - @cypriathus + @floofgryph 🍄` Arlo { #gabby !! - #arlo !! } - @astray-arlo 🍄` Hazy { #hazy !! } - @the-fallen-collective 🍄` Ollie { #ollie !! } - @be-nice-2-me

── ⋆★⋆ ──

🍄` Moon { #moon !! } - @myluckymoon 🍄` Weirdo { #weirdo !! } - @weirdoisweird 🍄` Hunter/Kenny { #hunter !! } - @hunterisheree 🍄` Windy { #windy !! } - @windyskiez 🍄` Eddie/Wisp { #ed !! } - @the-gayestidiot 🍄` Izzy/Vixxy { #izzy !! } - @vixxy-izzy 🍄` Eve { #eve !! } - @insufferablewhore 🍄` Flippy { #flippy !! } - @beautyoffangsandclaws 🍄` Jade { #jade !! } - @thatonesillymomfriend

── ⋆★⋆ ──

🍄` Venn - @whyhaveidonethistomyself 🍄` Tilsk/Holya - @tilskkarishma 🍄` Mystic - @creatorbiaze 🍄` Atlas - @moonbonezzz { #atlas !! } 🍄` Lofty - @loftedlow 🍄` Caspar - @caspar-lynn 🍄` Fruit - @city-of-fruits 🍄` Char - @yumereblogs 🍄` Burger - @creamburger 🍄` Hailey - @allhailthehailey04 🍄` Aoibhe - @evvwenthome

── ⋆★⋆ ──

🍄` Dazai/Max - @suicideenthusiast 🍄` Rye - @agoodbookisalwaysgood 🍄` ?? - @scarlet-reverie 🍄` Syrus - @goldfishyayay 🍄` Micah - @t4tskkism +1 (Unknown)

!⊰ The End ! { Edited: 5/12/2025 }

[the-red-thread-that-strangles]

For the character ask game thing: Rei. Obviously. 1, 2, 12, 15, 16. I tried to limit myself and not just say "all of them" but if you want to answer more of them, go for it. <3

For this ask meme

Oh dear, you've given me a lot to think about (thank you, I like thinking)

��🔪Rei🗡️✨

1. Canon I outright reject

Alright, so. I'm actually good with most of canon. Not because I'm such a big fan of it, but because of my tendency to overthink things and go "okay, but how can this still work."

We'll get to what I think doesn't work in a moment, but first I have a bone to pick with Aoyama's word of god, aka his answers in the interviews. My gripe is mostly that I think he doesn't think his answers through (in the cases where he doesn't just give a non-answer).

Some I can work with. I've come around to "Scotch was a sniper in the BO" because it opens up the possibility of sniper due Scotch & Rye, even though I think Hiro deserved his own speciality (and also Aoyama is never going to show us Scotch sniping, so that's just a waste of potential).

Some I am undecided on. Aoyama refuses to give us answers on Rei's family, even though it would be quite relevant for his character (someone with a family that supports him would not be so cripplingly lonely). I hope Aoyama won't botch that, but I will hold my judgement until then.

Some confuse me. What do you mean, Rei wanted to keep Sherry (who he recognised as Elena's daughters) alive, but give her to the BO?? Wouldn't it be a great source of intel for the PSB??

An then there's the things I just can't get behind. Aoyama means to tell me that the whiskey trio didn't exist, that Rei's outrage and betrayal at seeing Rye over Scotch's dead body was...born in the moment? That Rei decided on making revenge his whole personality based on...nothing prior? That he and Vermouth accurately recreated Akai from a grainy bodycam video? I can, of course, read Rei as that kind of instantly obsessive guy who doesn't actually know Rye. But it's just no fun, that way, so I refuse. It's better if there was a simile of trust that could be broken.

Now, ignoring word of god and returning to actual canon, we're not quite there yet, but when it comes to the way things are going atm, I fear we might eventually head for a ship I have no good feelings about: amua*u. I'm certainly biased, but Rei deserves better than to have a girl who doesn't actually know his true self, not his name, not his face; better than the microaggresions and racism that when he calls her out on, she defends herself with "I'm not as smart as you, bleh"; someone who doesn't say she hates spending time with him because it will get her bullied online. Rei deserves someone who will stand by his side, keep up with him, and loves him for who he is. This girl is not that, and if it comes to it, I will reject this ship. But for now, this is only a hypothetical, and I really hope Aoyama will reconsider.

(Actually, while I was thinking about this, I figured out something that is canon, but that I outright reject: Rei's "crush" on Elena. I believe that he loved her, but that he saw her as a mother figure, and he's most certainly not still pining over her, shut up Matsuda.)

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Uh. Okay. What's a hill I could comfortably die on when it comes to Rei. Something that is mildly controversial, perhaps. Um.

I think Rei would look great with knives, but that's not really worth dying for, is it?

Hm.

I had a whole paragraph written about how I would like to see a more nuanced take on Rei, and not exaggerate things as much for comedic purposes, but I'm also guilty of that, so that would be quite hypocritical for me to say. And I try not to be that person.

Instead, I'll just stick with my guns. Rei definitely tops more often than Akai- /shot

12. Crack headcanon

Oh god. Hm. I mean. I think my beloved Demon Lord Rei (hail) counts as a crack interpretation of the character?

I don't really have crack headcanons lying around, if anything I usually go for the crack treated seriously approach and make an AU out of it. See also: way too many words on the sweater AU, which started with the crack take of Rei stealing Akai's sweaters.

Just for you though, I saw this

image just now, so today's crack theory is that Bourbon wears contact lenses. Maybe they're superspy contact lenses that block him from being identified in iris scans. And also this would explain (partially) how he was so comfortable dressing up as scar!Akai-

(See? See this is the problem, I'm trying to rationalize it again. Can't have pure, unadulterated crack in this house.)

15. Worst thing they've ever done?

Do you want an excerpt from a wip on that?

Throughout the years, Bourbon works whichever jobs the syndicate demands of him.

Fence, enforcer, honey pot.

Spy.

Torturer.

Executioner.

The list goes on.

Each of them ruins someone's life, some more directly than others.

Among the more insidious jobs, for its false promises of fortune to the desperate and destitute, is working at the casino in Las Vegas.

I like to think that Rei has committed a variety of crimes for the sake of the job. Naturally, he wouldn't feel great about them, but what choice does he have? They're simply necessary to maintain his cover.

When it comes to bad things, there's probably a few that would make the list. Perhaps trying to kill Elena's daughter is somewhere on it. Perhaps he doesn't have compassion for her; Rei, after all, appears to be focused on specific people that hold his attention, not their surroundings.

If one asked him, though, under duress and the influence of a truth serum, he'd probably say the worst thing he's done is to drag Hiro along with him right down into hell. Got him interested in the police academy, and then the PSB, and then this mission.

The price was too high, but Rei only came to realise it after it had already been paid.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves?

Rei is cripplingly lonely, struggles to make new connections, and eventually, his job will not be enough to stave off the dark hours of night. He can work himself to the brink of exhaustion, or even death, but it won't matter. There is only one of him, and so, so many crooks that want to exploit and kill and destroy.

And eventually, if he lives long enough, he'll need to stop and face all his life's mission has cost him. The countless hours of sleep lost because he'd rather work than face the nightmares. The lives of his friends, which he didn't get to see aside from the few times they went to visit graves. The thankless nature of it all, as he works in the shadows to keep the public safe. He can't ever be a Hiro hero, he won't be; the public would condemn him for his deeds.

(It's already started; his hatred for Akai has superseded the mission. If that's gone, too, what will he have left?)

And at this point, at this crucial junction, I hope he finds a new reason to breathe. Because otherwise, I fear he might break down and disappear.

[ryuatewater]

!!!INTRO!!!

Meet your favorite internet "Alien"!

(*^▽^)/★*☆♪

NAME: Ryu Light (this isnt my real name ofc)

AGE: 15

PRONOUNS: zeep/zop (genderfluid)

SEXUALITY: asexual

HOBBIES: Drawing and writing

https://ryuatewater.straw.page/

https://en.pronouns.page/@ryuatewater

FANDOMS: (Might be updated later)

Object Shows

Undertale/Deltarune

Homestuck

Tadc

Purrfect Apawcalypse

Regretevator

South Park

Bugbo

Poppee The Performer

Steven Universe

Owl House

Amphibia

She-ra

Dandys world

SIDE BLOGS

@test-tube-iii ( Roleplay Account / Ask Blog )

@ryu-draws ( Art Only Account )

@box-iii ( Joke Roleplay Account / Ask Blog )

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My beloved <3 - @pickl-o

FRIENDS

@quinndoesart

@thebaddexample

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@talkingteardrop

@zee-thezebra

@millylostintheosc

@cloudstongue

@a-narcissists-warren

@un574bl3-4rc4d3

@tawnyatefire

DNI

-Proshippers

-Zoophiles

-Homophobes

-Transphobes

-Racists

-Pedophiles

-Steve Cobs/j

-People who smoke/vape (don't ask)

RANDOM STUFF

Languages i speak: Turkish and English (also a bit of spanish and portuguese im still learning)

I kin Paintbrush from Inanimate Insanity, Spinel from Steven Universe, Ena from the Joel G channel, Jecka from Class Of 09 flipside

I have an old object show! Read it here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eRiwCnFfZuOGF14jDnj-cYcPFq0ZVliMt3ScCKTIPyw/edit?usp=sharing

https://www.tumblr.com/ryuatewater/750851338171269120/are-you-ok-you-run-like-7-ask-blogs-dude-youre?source=share

and uh random spamton g spamton go

stamps are from @thisdastampdoesnotexist and @zee-thezebra

[ryzheling]

RYE RYE RYE COULD I ASK FOR TIRAMISU, CHURROS, AND STRAWBERRY WITH YOU AND NAGUMO IF THATS OKAY PLSPLSPLS !!! 🥺🤍

EVIEEE oh the bodily reaction i had to seeing his name agkjwhfdfs BUT TY FOR STOPPING BY BELOVED <3 yapped a lot here i hope u don't mind ;_;

tiramisu 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ . how did you and your lover meet?

in the sakadays au where he had js become part of the order and i was still studying in the jcc in the weapon's department (suffering from my studies in every lifetime save me /lh ), he'd come by sometimes to get his weapon fixed.

usually he got someone else to fix it but one time i was the only one available so he had me do it instead (reluctantly so bcs there were other stuff i had to do so it took a lot of persuasion and coaxing on his side).

got a little petty bcs my work was interrupted so i kind of put some other uhh interesting new functions ... on his multi-tool weapon and i bailed right after returning it to him LOL i already knew he could put all the silly thing to good use since he's one of the best assassins after all so what's the harm right :3 (got confronted immediately the next time we crossed paths .. )

churros 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ . what about them gives you butterflies? what about you gives them butterflies?

the way he's so considerate about how iffy i am about us getting together prior to the relationship (wanting to emphasize our slowburn as well .. ) and doesn't mind taking things slow. also the way he still indulges me a lot no matter how much he teases and gets on my nerves on the daily.

i guess for him it's how genuine i am with my feelings (once i've come to terms with them that is). it's a little awkward for me to be verbal abt sappy and meaningful stuff so on the rare times that i do it around him, he knows it's real ^^

strawberry 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ . what is your favorite part of their body? what is their favorite part of yours?

my eyes but he'd disagree bcs other people (my friends especially) have said the same thing so it wouldn't be special anymore (/rolls eyes). to him he loves seeing my dimples and how uhhhhhh how much smaller i am compared to him🧍

for me? his tattoos and hands. i shan't say more.

[himbopunk]

Rate Your OC

got tagged by @larkinna

hakim time because i'm predictable!!!

Compassion: 8/10 which is honestly more than he thinks it is but if you look past the jokes he cares a Lot.

Bitterness: 4/10 he's got some stuff but generally speaking he's chilling

Happiness: 7/10 despite all the tragedy he's doing pretty good! for now

Politeness: 7/10 if you're an auntie. closer to 5 or 6/10 for everybody else.

Chivalry: 5/10 this aint that kinda story, he's not that kinda hero

Pride: 8/10 something something him and solas being reflections of each other.

Honesty: 6/10 lies of omission my beloved/beloathed. mostly in the context of background or Feelings but ykno

Love: 7/10 it's strong once he gets there but it's something he struggles with a bit

Bravery: 8/10 will run into the fray most of the time, he's not one to back down. he is a rogue however and many would argue his methods are not always the most like straightforwardly courageous

Recklessness: 10/10 someone stop him. closer to 7 or 8/10 if others are involved but his self preservation instinct is um. non existent <:/

Ambition: 3/10 for what? he's here for a good time, enjoy life. he both does not want to and should not be any major leader in anything far as hes concerned

Loyalty: 9/10 once he's here you're stuck with him sorry

Sense of family: 9/10 see above. found family is all he's got, too, so he feels super strongly about them. solid 2/10 for biological though ig in that case. he feels little obligations to blood and considers himself dead in the eyes of the only blood relative he'd give a shit about if he found them again

Attractiveness: 8/10 pretty boy... hakim pulls pretty consistently. i struggle to give a 9 or 10 for this one though bc i think some of its a matter of taste yk? idt the tatted up short stack thing is for everyone. and i mean i think he's hot but i make all my ocs hot to me so.

Agility: 9/10 he's fast as fuck boiiiiiii. like hes bulky lookin but its all speed and dexterity. sleight of hand on this guy goes nuts he's a rogue for a reason

Sex drive: 9/10 notoriously lmao

ummmm tagging @saltyowlets @professor-rye @nyx-de-riva @wardenthornes @wardentabriis

and whoever else wants to

[fredbensonenthusiast]

E.F. Benson’s artefacts

I did not expect to find much physical evidence of Fred’s time at Lamb House, especially since he never owned it and the contents were more or less cleared out by relatives after his death.  The room I would have loved to have seen, the 'Garden Room', which contained his beloved piano, was bombed to smithereens in 1940 (thankfully after his death). This lovely garden covers part of that site (the wisteria is where the bay window would have been):

But I do think Fred the archaeologist would have been amused to know which objects found their way into the glass cases inside:

The calling card holder (which no doubt in his heyday would have been bulging) contained ‘The Medallion of the Maharaja Ranjit Singh (1780 – 1839)’.  I immediately think of his dear friend Francis Yeats Brown, author of the Bengal Lancer, or even of Fred’s visit to India.  But was it a treasured keepsake with some kind of special meaning he kept with him always, or a trinket he picked up randomly and forgot about?

As for the cigarette case, engraved with his nickname ‘Dodo’ – had it been stuffed out of sight in a drawer somewhere, an embarrassing reminder of the novel which had been both a blessing and a curse to him?  Or was it easily found because it was in constant use?

In the telephone room there used to be a large bookcase containing all of Fred’s first editions.  The bookcase remains, but not the first editions.  Instead, it is stuffed full of cheap old copies of Fred’s books. Still there was something hugely satisfying about gazing on this shelf where the David Blaize trilogy nestles alongside Dodo, and his book on English Figure Skating, that other great passion of his.

Fred’s beloved dog Taffy has a more lasting memorial in the garden next to some older pet headstones.  Fred’s love affair with the town of Rye is well documented, but for my final instalment I will cover the church, host to the ‘Benson windows’, which are so remarkable they need a post all of their own.

1/2/3/4/5

[macabr3-barbi3]

God, That's Good!

Chapter 6: Interlude (The Contest)

The night after the events with Pentious and the Beadle, Lucifer is celebrating; this leads to an intimate moment with Alastor.

Tags: DRUNK KISS, SUGGESTIVENESS

Listen I'm sorry that this is the shortest chapter so far but I will say- FINALLY!!!! I needed a bit of exposition for their relationship to progress down the line (aka the events of the next like 6 chapters LOL), so this is just a tiny little thing but I hope everyone loves it like my beloved @fraugwinska did xD I LOVE YOU MY FRIEND

Act 1:  Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6  🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9 🥧 Chapter 10 🥧 Chapter 11

Lucifer’s dark mood after the conversation with the Beadle was short-lived after he caught his glimpse of Charlie.

It broke his heart to know that she didn’t recognize him. The wave she had sent his way was polite and nothing more, something expected of a young woman in society when meeting someone she didn’t know. He hoped she would have picked up on it, the similarities in the blue of their eyes, the slope of their noses, the natural rosiness of their cheeks. But she simply regarded him as one would any other passer-by on the streets, standing next to what had to be Sera’s daughter, just as prim and proper as the Beadle herself. He could still see that Charlie was different from them- still a proper young lady, but she held herself with the air of someone confident but not arrogant; kind but not naive. Despite the lack of his and Lilith’s input she had grown well, the way he had wanted her to. She was in Sera’s care but not under her spell like her daughter seemed to be, soft spoken and mild mannered and likely never having stepped out of line before. 

Regardless of his disappointment with Charlie not recognizing him, there was hope- the Beadle would come to his barbershop. Whether she brought Adam with her that first time or not, his plan was in motion. As soon as she was in his shop, alone, he would… he would…  Lucifer knew what he wanted- revenge- but the thought of actually taking a life was daunting. But truly, nothing else would be enough; to have Sera and Adam imprisoned would be inconsequential after the ways that they ruined his life. To simply take Charlie back, not even knowing if she would believe that he was her father, was impossible with her being a grown woman now.

No, the only fitting punishment for them would be death, and at his own hands.

This was his determination hours ago, on the walk back to Fleet Street with Alastor. He had let excitement creep in that his plan would be coming to fruition in the near future, as soon as Sera came to ‘check out the establishment’ for Adam. He couldn’t have wished for better luck after his lifetime of misfortune, that Adam was so dependent still on Sera’s approval and help. She had been the daughter of one of the late Judge Cain’s close friends, always coming around to their home but never really interacting with himself and Adam. Truly he had thought she was smarter than to remain close to Adam, to go along with his scheme when Lucifer had been imprisoned, but her miscalculation in judgment would lend itself well to his plans.

For now, he was celebrating- Alastor had given his permission to pilfer a bottle of rye from the bar that he had been nursing for a while sans glass. He couldn’t keep the dopey smile off his face, pulling a book from the shelf in an attempt to distract himself, keep from ‘brooding’ as Alastor called it. He hadn’t turned the page in a solid fifteen minutes, so enraptured with his thoughts that he could hardly follow the tale of the British detective he was reading. His face felt… fuzzy, from the inside rather than from the stubble of a late shave. His cheeks were pleasantly flushed, fingers tingling with the urge to do something other than hold his book in one hand, bottle of liquor in the other.

“Lucifer,” he hears Alastor call from across the room. “You’re brooding again.”

“M’not,” Lucifer says, his words only slurred the slightest bit. “I’m celebrating!”

“Hmm. I must say, they look quite similar and seem to affect you the same way- you’ve been staring into the fire for ages, you’ve hardly read your book.” He gives Lucifer a soft smile, the dancing flames making his eyes look almost red rather than their usual brown. “Why don’t you pop that back onto the shelf and head to bed?”

Lucifer knows that he’s right- any further drinking tonight will only put him further out of it and ensure that he was not in commission tomorrow. That wouldn’t do, as he had had several members of the crowd today asking where they could come to him for a shave and if his luck held out, he would have customers in the morning. He grumbles his compliance, standing from his armchair and only wobbling slightly as he made his way across the room with the book in hand. He passes Alastor, puts the book where it belong, and starts to bid him a good night while turning to cross the living area back towards his room.

He trips on his own feet- on Alastor’s feet? He couldn’t tell- and ends up half-sprawled across Alastor’s chair, smacking his head rather hard on the taller’s man’s shoulder. He manages rather quickly to get his hands back under him, bringing his knee to the edge of the chairs seat to get enough leverage to push back and put some distance between them again. His breath catches when the motion puts his face scant inches from Alastor’s. And Alastor’s eyes are wide, his lips parted, a shaky breath escaping from between them while his fingers clench on the arm of the chair. 

He doesn’t know why he does it. And his thoughts and actions feel traitorous so close to his home with Lilith, as even though she had been dead for years the memory of her loss was fresh. It still sat heavy in his chest like a stone, hardly able to even glance at the ceiling before the pang of it hit him and had him blinking back tears. But the more he drank the more he found his eyes drifting over to Alastor, running over his frame from top to bottom and lingering on his face, his hands, the folds of his clothing and what they could possibly be hiding underneath. He couldn’t deny that he was intrigued by the man, attracted to him in a way that was confusing while he dealt with his grief. 

Regardless- he kisses him, the adrenaline of the day surging back through Lucifer’s body as their mouths make contact, and fuck, it had been so long since he had felt the touch of another person like this. His time in prison had been lonely, lacking any sort of real connection with any of the other inmates, insufficient personal time in most cases to deal with the occasional unwanted arousal. So when Alastor gasps into his mouth, the book he had been reading clattering to the floor as that hand comes up to fist in Lucifer’s shirt, all logical thought leaves his head. He settles more fully onto his knees to free up a hand, carding his fingers lightly through Alastor’s dark hair. When a noise rumbles forth from Alastor’s chest, low and guttural, he shifts; legs moving in such a way that he can rest his knees on either side of Alastor’s thighs, letting him take the weight off his arms completely. He uses the hand not in Alastor’s hair to cup his cheek and tilt for a better angle, cautiously letting his tongue dip into the other man’s mouth to see how it would be received. 

Alastor’s breath stutters, his hands tracing down Lucifer’s chest and coming around to rest on his hips, pulling him closer, pulling him down- 

The resulting contact makes his body jerk, his bottom lip sliding across one of Alastor’s incisors; the tang of iron hits him, such a stark contrast to the sweet taste of Alastor’s mouth that it rips him out of his stupor. He pulls back as Alastor’s eyes are fluttering open, gaze honing in on the slow drip of the new wound on Lucifer’s lip. He pulls his hands from Alastor’s hair like he’s been burned- he had crossed a line, this guy was essentially his landlord, and if Alastor saw fit to kick him out he would be so completely and utterly fucked-

Alastor releases his shirt, his thumb swiping gently across Lucifer’s lip and smearing the blood away. “Perhaps,” he says lowly, “we take a step back for the night, yes?”

Relief washes over him like ice water, cooling the flames that taken him over when Alastor had responded to the kiss. There’s a bit of disappointment there, too- it had been a fantastic kiss- but he knows it’s for the best with the alcohol still coursing in his veins. He doesn’t want to do anything to make Alastor uncomfortable, whether it resulted in his being kicked out or not. “You’re right,” Lucifer says, and he finally stands from the chair. “I’m- fuck, I’m sorry, Alastor.” He sways a bit where he stands, Alastor’s outlines almost fuzzy where he ended and the room began. “I shouldn’t have-”

“You don’t have to apologize.” He takes Lucifer’s hand, brushing his lips across his knuckles, making something deep in Lucifer’s chest ache, his heart beating faster. “I was… surprised, but it was not unwelcome. But I think it best if we revisit when you’re not intoxicated.”

Lucifer nods, taking his hand back from Alastor. “Of course. Yes, if you still- I suppose, if we both are still-” He stumbles over his words trying to get his meaning across- that if Alastor is still receptive to his advances after tonight, if Lucifer isn’t so overcome with guilt once his mind in free of the influence of the rye, that they can come back to this moment that they’ve shared, the memory of the kiss once against igniting a heat in his blood that had him blushing like a schoolgirl as his body reacted to it. “Right. Understood. I- goodnight then,” he stammers as he notices Alastor watching his lips move around the words, eyes glazed and his tongue darting out to wet his lips, cheeks just as flushed as Lucifer’s.

He manages to make it across the room this time without stumbling over his own feet, down the short set of stairs to the guest room that Alastor had invited him to stay in. He flings himself onto the bed, not bothering to undress- afraid that the temptation the devil on his shoulder whispered to him would be too great to resist if he disrobed. He lays atop the sheets with his pulse pounding in his ears, too slowly falling into into dreams that featured the soft sounds that Alastor had made beneath him.

Act 1:  Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6  🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9 🥧 Chapter 10 🥧 Chapter 11

[glitteredbubbles]

Intro post!!

Fanfic Masterlist | Current WIPs

Hi!! You can call me Zoë, and my pronouns are she/her :)

(last updated 6/19/2025)

Some prominent facts about me:

- I’m a demisexual lesbian who posts occasionally and mainly reblogs stuff I find visually appealing

- For positionality context, I am a white cis USAmerican woman (specifically from the south; I have a love/hate relationship with it)

- I am undiagnosed but suspect I am somewhere on the autism spectrum

- I am a fanfic writer!! You can find my ao3 account here

- I consume a LOT of media; I mainly watch a lot movies, read a lot of books, and listen to a lot of music, though I am trying to get into TV shows more

- I enjoy asks and DMs! We don’t have to be mutuals, just don’t be weird :)

- I do not have a tagging system really; I mainly use my tags as an extra space to rant so this is like the Wild West (you can find fandom specific posts usually through ship names like Anderperry or Reddie)

- DNIs: if you’re homophobic, a nazi, transphobic, a terf, ableist, an ed/pro-ana tumblr account, fatphobic, racist, a white supremacist, anti-semitic, a zionist, misogynist, a conservative, or if you’re just mean tbh. I can and will block anyone who gives me bad vibes so keep that in mind when interacting <3

Fandoms:

- Dead Poets Society (mainly Anderperry)

- IT (mainly Reddie)

- I have other fandoms that I write for/have written for which I’m not super active in like The Batman, Stranger Things, and The Goldfinch

- I also have fandoms that I’ve only read fanfic for that I’m not super involved in that I could geek out about like The Maze Runner, Detroit: Become Human, One Direction, Criminal Minds, Heartstopper, etc.

Interests:

Music:

- I listen to practically every genre (besides post-9/11 country music), but I tend to gravitate more towards sad indie, 1970s folk, or instrumental score music!

- For example, some of my favorites are Sufjan Stevens, Mitski, Bon Iver, Ethel Cain, Black Country New Road, Lucy Dacus, Radiohead, Adrienne Lenker, Elliott Smith, Car Seat Headrest, Fleetwood Mac, Simon & Garfunkel, Nick Drake, Talking Heads, George Harrison, Al Green, Tia Blake, Labi Siffre, Emile Mosseri, Masayoshi Takanaka, Philip Glass, Masakatsu Takagi, Colin Stetson, Jonny Greenwood, Aphex Twin, Mort Garson, Mamman Sani, etc.

Books:

- I prefer to read literary fiction (particularly realistic fiction), but I also try to read a good amount of poetry and nonfiction as well! (If you want to be mutuals on Storygraph, DM me!)

- My favorite books of all time are Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, The Little Prince, The Song of Achilles, The Miseducation of Cameron Post, Catcher in the Rye, Crush, The Virgin Suicides, Beloved, The Secret History, The Color Purple, The Awakening, Devotions, The Giver, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Book Thief, The Goldfinch, There There, Giovanni’s Room, The Bluest Eye, Gorilla My Love, and The Dream of a Common Language!!

Movies:

- I’ll watch any and everything, although my personal taste leans towards coming-of-age, queer, weird, sad, and/or arthouse cinema. (If you want to be mutuals on Letterboxd, DM me!)

- Some of my favorite movies are Where Is the Friend’s House?, Little Miss Sunshine, Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters, Perfect Blue, The Company of Strangers, Swiss Army Man, Being John Malkovich, Everything Everywhere All At Once, Dead Poets Society, Parasite, the Spiderverse movies, Her, Moonlight, The Holdovers, The Favourite, City of God, La Haine, Kung Fu Panda, But I’m a Cheerleader, The Lego Batman Movie, Videodrome, Funny Games, My Own Private Idaho, Happy Together, Daisies, Tampopo, The Last Black Man in San Francisco, Vive L’Amour, the Muppet movies, Funeral Parade of Roses; the list could go on and on and on haha.

TV Shows:

- I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I usually prefer shows with tight-knit plots that don’t drag on for too many seasons. I also like game shows and cartoons! (If you want to be mutuals on Serializd, DM me!)

- Some of my favorite shows are Avatar: The Last Airbender, Jeopardy, I Am Not Okay With This, Stranger Things (specifically the first two seasons), Smiling Friends, Fellow Travelers, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, The Amazing World of Gumball, Young Royals, Over the Garden Wall, Pen15, The Bear, Heartstopper, Bob’s Burgers, Reservation Dogs, Barry, etc.

Video Games:

- I am definitely not a gamer, but I spent much of my adolescence watching gaming YouTubers play and live out my dreams of completing games I couldn’t afford. I mainly love indie games and also Nintendo franchises!

- Some of my favorite video games are Stardew Valley, Life is Strange, Zelda (both BOTW and TOTK), Inside, Detroit: Become Human, Papers Please, Overcooked 2, MySims Agents, Until Dawn, Sonic Adventure DX, Zelda Wind Waker, Super Smash Bros. Brawl, Kirby’s Return to Dreamland, Unpacking, fnaf, etc.

Miscellaneous Interests:

- I’m into a lot of random stuff that doesn’t really fall under the other categories, so I’m putting it all here!

- Paul Dano, Smosh, crocheting, physical media collection, Game Grumps, Letterboxd, making sad edits, Ayo Edebiri, drawing occasionally, Drew Gooden, slay graphic tees, Criterion Collection, flavored lemonade, Louis Tomlinson, sour candy, looking up the definition of words, Mary Oliver, making time-accurate playlists, going to concerts (I’ve been to 26 so far), etc.

Challenges:

- Because I am insane, I have dedicated myself to random challenges just because I can. Right now, I’m trying to read a book (35/200), watch a movie (73/200), and listen to an album (32/200) from every country! I’m also trying to watch a movie for every year cinema has existed just because (90/125). As a rule of thumb, I usually try to read 44 books every year (21/44) since that’s the goal I’ve kept since 2022!

- If you have any suggestions/recommendations for any of my challenges, please tell me! Even if I’ve read/seen/heard something from that country, I still like adding stuff to my list to consume later!

Posts I’m proud of:

To end this, here are some posts I’m happy with/want to keep track of!

- Showed my friend DPS | DPS hot takes | DPS journey

- Homophobic little brother part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

- Yearning web weaving | not yourself web weaving | religious trauma web weaving

- 2024 movie recs | top 10 movies in gifs | top 100 movies | Letterboxd lists | weird movie recs | Eastern Europe movie recs

- Fanfic excerpt | 10k hits on my fic | fanfic connection | how I imagined Anderperry in my fic | fanfic “or” statements | fanfic asks part 1, part 2

- Media consumption final boss | Mitski uquiz | fake idgafer | doomed narrative yaoi

- Personal poem part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

- Music recs part 1, part 2, part 3 (new wave) | best film scores | my Spotify daylist titles

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Gloria Blackwood McKinney

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Partner(s): None Parents: Adrian Blackwood & Raven McKinney Kids: None. Siblings: Can I just be excused from linking them all? Thanks! Age: Translates into mid-late 20’s Birthday: September 17th Height: 170 cm 5.5 ft Body type: Slim with a bit of extra meat here and there. Eye color: Very pale grayish green with golden brown around iris. Classification: Wolf Shifter, Demon. Known Powers: Shapeshifting, healing, Succubus form (the ability to transform oneself or others into succubus or succubi-like creatures or hybrids granting them demonic abilities and/or traits. A succubus (pl.: succubi) is a female demon or supernatural entity in folklores who appears in dreams to seduce men, mostly through sexual activity.)

About: ~ Adapatble, Brave, Alluring, Flirtatious, Teasing, Mysterious, Friendly, Outgoing, Adventurous, Independent, Creative, Practical, Strong, Competitive, Honest, Charismatic, Spontaneous, Fiesty, Magnetic, Cheeky, Open-Minded, Passionate, seductive and Captivating. ~ 90's grunge girl-style. ~ Sexuality Bi. ~ Long silky black hair, which she often uses texture spray in cause she hates it's too shiny! ~ Has some tattoos scattered on her body, including a big raven back tattoo, and a wolf on her left calf, symbolizing her dads. ~ Smokes a lot of weed. ~ Both her parents are The Doors "fans", so naturally she was named after one of their songs. ~ Has freckled face and chest. ~ Will break your jaw if you cat call her. ~ Dislikes the smell of peanuts. Eats them cause she likes the crunch. ~ Plays acoustic guitar pretty well. ~ Never eats candy but binged cakes or potato chips like no other. ~ Very into old muscle cars. ~ Likes working on said muscle cars with her dad, Adrian. ~ Often gets lost in music. ~ Smells like Amber and Patchouli. ~ Drinks a lot of herbal tea, her favorite is a mix of rose/lavender/chamomile. ~ Beer girl. ~ Likes to go camping, will drag you along against your will. ~ Otherwise is a city girl. ~ Does graffiti when she's bored. ~ Lives with a 'half' brother (they aren't blood related) Ember. ~ Collects rocks and gemstones. ~ Takes way too hot and way too long showers. ~ Feeds stray cats with her bestie Willow. ~ Burns a lot of candles. ~ Loves cats, 60's-70's music, her parents, her bed, muscle cars, rain, food, thrifting, beer, tea, rye bread, sex, weed, hanging out with her friends, writing, camping, going clubbing, getting drunk/high, lace, crushed velvet, leather, her beloved black platform leather boots, showering, the feeling of a tattoo needle punching through her skin, rusty metal, fresh herbs, starry nightsky, Jim Morrison, the smell of burning coals, fog, fire, the smell of gasoline, licorice and thunder. ~ Is a bit of a foodie and loves cooking. ~ Dresses in well, 90's grunge items she finds thrifting. ~ Would never say no to a beer. Gloria’s tag Gloria’s house/home Gloria’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe her:

One song to describe her: Patti Smith - Dancing Barefoot

Personal play list: 1. The Doors - Gloria 2. The Doors - Soul Kitchen 3. The Doors - Love Me Two Times 4. Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit 5. The Rolling Stones - (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction 6. Pink Floyd - Hey You 7. The Doors - Five To One 8. The Beatles - Helter Skelter 9. The Zombies - Time Of The Season 10. Creedence Clearwater On Revival - Run Through The Jungle 11. The Beatles - While My Guitar Gently Weeps 12. The Doors - Indian Summer 13. Steppenwolf - Magic Carpet Ride 14. Donovan - Season Of The Witch 15. Cream - White Room 16. The Doors - Light My Fire 17. The Animals - We've Got To Get Out Of This City 18. Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird 19. The Doors - Waiting For The Sun 20. Stealers Wheel - Stuck In The Middle With You 21. Heart - Barracuda 22. The Doors - Hyacint House 23. Donovan - Mellow Yellow 24. Shocking Blue - Never Marry A Railroad Man 25. Shocking Blue - Venus Bonus: Patti Smith - Gloria

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Hello Rye darling! Happy holiday season(if you celebrate) and happy almost birthday! May I have slice one sfw with Ume with number 6 (or 20 if it speaks to you more.) Also It might be early but extra good luck on your finals!! 🍀✨

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prompt: 20 - “is that my shirt?” characters: umemiya hajime (wbk) x gn!reader contents: fluff !! did i characterise him correctly here idk :/ wc ~ 1k (a few words extra but oh well)

a/n: mariii thankyou sm for participating and the kind words (and the one from my tree as well) ilyy !! <3 i will do my super duper best on my finals now thx to you >:)) and happy holidays to u too !! hopefully i did your man justice with this 🙂‍↕️

getting up late on a tuesday morning was not on your to-do-list this week.

working a morning shift as a waitress at cafe pothos alongside kotoha, you’d usually clock in a few hours before midday but you’d promised kotoha to help out with today’s opening, which means you have to be there much earlier than usual.

you had it all planned out too; wake up just as the sun rises, greet your elderly neighbours who tend to wake up at ass o’clock in the morning and maybe lend a hand or two if they ever decide today’s a good day to finally fix their broken porch lamp, and then if you’re feeling up to it, maybe grab some warm pastries from cactus as your breakfast.

well, you were supposed to do all that.

but after such an exhausting day of running errands for the townsfolk with your boyfriend the day prior, you were out cold the moment your beloved ume offered to give you a piggyback ride home. your body was so worn out that you slept even worse than the dead!

turning the corner and almost tripping on your feet on the snowy pavement, the clock strikes the hour at which your usual shift starts.

oh, you’re so screwed.

you’ll never hear the end of it. kotoha will start nagging about ditching her and will forever hold it against you (though you know it’s never going to be in malice), and you’d be labelled as a bad friend (by your own self), and she might not deem you reliable anymore (that’s what you think, at least), and - and—

“I’M SO SORRY I’M LATE!” without thinking twice, you burst through the entrance of cafe pothos, the door slamming back against the wall as you chest rises and falls rapidly from how heavily you’re breathing. you brace your palms on your thighs, feeling the cramps crawling up your muscles from the sudden morning workout.

silence meets you as a response, and you slowly raise your head after a few choked breaths. the sight that greets you makes you burn almost as hot as the sun, if not more.

kotoha with her hands holding a container of sauce, hovers in midair above a plate of omurice for sakura who sits just in front of her with his face resembling a deer caught in headlights. you can see some (or is that half of them?!) of the main furin boys are huddled together in one table, now silenced at the sight of you. your best friend blinks in surprise at your sudden appearance before she opens her mouth, “oh, you’re he—“

kotoha doesn’t get to finish her sentence.

out of nowhere there is a body barrelling towards you, knocking the air out of your lungs as the person pulls you into a crushing hug.

“Y/N, MY DEAR, THERE YOU ARE!”

your lips part in surprise just as you hear sakura chokes on his saliva somewhere in the back. “hajime?! wh-what are you doing here?” you stumble over your words, slightly pulling away from his hold.

umemiya looks at you with a particular shine in his eyes, crystalline hues gleaming with that clear adoration. you bashfully duck your head away to look at kotoha instead.

“please, don’t mind about this morning. this guy has already told me that you wouldn’t be here for the opening so he offered to help instead.” she explains while nodding towards ume, smiling as she pushes the plate of omurice towards a flustered sakura. the boy immediately digs in, trying his best to not look so visibly affected by how intimately close ume is holding you to him.

you turn back to your boyfriend, stunned. “you did that?” almost as if proud of himself, he eagerly nods, grinning so widely that even you can’t help but to smile along.

“‘course i did! you were so tired last night so i figured you needed the rest. can’t have my pretty girl deprived of her beauty sleep, now can we?” he gently croons before placing a little boop on the tip of your nose, causing you to flush under his stare.

then he perks up again as he seemingly remembers something, “oh, right! come inside, come inside! some new ingredients just arrived this morning so our amazing kotoha here has been trying out new recipes with us!” ume urges you to unzip your jacket so that he could hang it up for you, though when you do as he instructed, his eyes are immediately drawn to the baby blue sweater you’re wearing underneath.

you questioningly follow his gaze, and the two of you lift your heads up at the same time to look at each other. “is that my shirt?” he asks, head tilting to the side like a curious puppy.

the piece of clothing is obviously big on you, the sleeves running past the length of your arms and causing your hands to form cute little sweater paws that had ume nearly melted on the spot. there’s a little ‘U.H’ scrawled just at the hem of the sweater, faint and thoroughly faded from the amount of wear and wash; a habit the well-known umemiya hajime had picked up from the years he’d been living in the orphanage.

you scrunch up your nose, cringing slightly as you’re reminded of your panicked state earlier this morning that you didn’t even bother looking at what shirt you’d grabbed from the closet.

“yeah, it’s yours…” you trail off and before you know it, ume is pulling you into another hug, nuzzling your cheek with his as he rambles on about ‘how beautiful his girlfriend is’ or ‘ahh, she’s so adorable i might just die here!’ or something along those lines.

at that point, sakura is shoving all the food into his mouth like there’s no tomorrow, suo and nirei are worried over sakura, hiragi is yelling at ume to ‘at least let your girlfriend sit down first! you’re blocking the entrance!’, kotoha is shaking her head in exasperation while the others just laugh, mildly entertained at the whole ordeal.

what a way to start your morning, huh?

slipped in a lil ume hc of mine as well :>

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