#busboys

[nouverx]

I cannot stop drawing Alastor help me

[morningstarwrites]

sleepless nights

[celeryman6]

Seamus, after work at the bar 🍀

Uncropped and high-res versions on my Patreon!

[cubbihue]

so pixies regularly try to take over fairyworld is timmy on the pixie side?

At first, Timmy was adamantly against the Pixies. He'd tell Jorgen every time he got a notice of their plans to take over Fairyworld, and work to stop it! But it gets a bit harder to resist against your own court the longer you hang out with them.

In the present time, Timmy schedules to be out of FairyWorld during their takeovers. He doesn't try to stop them, but also refuses to be anywhere near when it happens.

He... doesn't like how he's slowly starting to cheer for them. Or how their arguments are becoming more convincing. Or how he's struggling to recall why he was so against them to begin with.

There will come a point where he becomes an active participant. Timmy worries that it's coming sooner than he'd like.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[steven-myself]

"54" - Adel Bouteldja photographed by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine

[dirtgrubber]

we know, charlie

pose ref @croxovergoddess

[the-ipre]

hello everyone i have begun to rotate a dead boy detectives restaurant au, mainly because im putting edwin on expediting and crystal as a waitress and i think they might kill each other

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Bar/Restaurant AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 10, word count 1000

The restaurant Remus worked in was swanky. It was the most expensive in the city. He was only a busboy, but he loved it.

The Potters may be famous, but they had kind hearts. Effie was the head chef and prided herself on her perfect, delicious food. She often boxed food up for Remus to take home with him. He was certain she cooked most of it just for him. Monty ran the front of house, ensuring everything flowed and the customers were all happy. He always had a cheerful wink for Remus and a hug when he arrived.

The last Potter was their son, James. He and James had hit it off instantly, and he thought that was probably what got him the job in the first place. James worked the bar and helped Remus clear the tables when he was having a bad day. He loved the Potters and happily put up with their snobby customers just to spend time with them. 

One evening, the richest family in London darkened their doors. 

Walburga Black swooped in, closely followed by her husband Orion and her youngest son Regulus. Her eldest made a B-line for the bar. 

“Sirius!” She barked. Sirius immediately turned away from James and got back in line behind his father, but not before catching Remus’s eye and grinning at him. 

She seated her family without waiting to be shown. Walburga Black did not like to be told where she could and could not go. She clicked her fingers in Remus’s direction. He looked around. Monty was busy with another customer. Marlene and Mary were carrying plates of food to a big party. She clicked her fingers again. 

“Finally,” She snapped. “Champagne and three whisky neats.” Remus stood frozen to the spot, unsure what to do. A hand squeezed his. He looked down and saw the eldest son’s hand moving back to the table to fiddle with his fork. Remus walked shakily to the bar and gave James the order. 

“Breathe Remus. It’s fine. Just make sure they always have drinks.” James said as he placed the drinks on a tray. 

“Wait. What do you mean?” Remus paled. 

“You’ll have to be their waiter while they’re here. She hates having multiple people waiting on them. Please, Remus. They always leave a good tip, and it’s all yours.” James put his hands together and pleaded silently to Remus. Remus grabbed the tray of drinks and served the drinks.

“Menus,” She ordered. Mary brushed past him, forcing four menus into his hand. Quickly, he passed them around the table. Sirius's fingers brushed his hand as he took his, making Remus nearly knock over Regulus’s drink. He moved away so he wasn’t hovering. Monty caught his eye, and he went to stand by him. 

“Sorry, kid. They’re early. I thought we’d be alright. You okay?” He put a comforting hand on Remus’s shoulder. Remus nodded. “Better go back over. I think she’s ready to order.” Remus hurried back to their table. He was lucky he had a good memory as they all wanted changes and substitutions to their meals. He smiled pleasantly at each of them as he took their menus back. Sirius’s fingers brushed his again, but he was prepared this time. He hurried to put their order in before he forgot anything. 

When the ticket got to the kitchen, he heard Effie slam a pan down. She hated people messing with her food. 

“Oh, dear,” Monty groaned gently. “Remus, love. I don’t suppose…” Remus grinned at him. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” He pushed through the door and into the shining kitchen. 

Effie looked flustered as she peered at the ticket and stirred something that smelled amazing in a giant pot. 

“Hello, darling,” Effie cooed when she spotted him. “Do you have any idea whose ticket this is?” She pointed at the piece of paper next to him. 

“It’s the Black Family.” Effie raised her eyes to the ceiling and took a deep breath. 

“Alright people. We have the Black family order. Let’s make it perfect, people!” She pushed a chocolate mousse in front of Remus and a little spoon. He happily ate it as he watched Effie in her element. 

She got their first courses out in record time, and Remus took them out after explaining that he was taking care of them. 

He placed the food in front of the correct person and refreshed their drinks.

Remus hurried around, clearing the tables he’d neglected and re-setting them. He felt a rush of gratitude as he caught Marlene, Mary, Monty and James all clearing tables with him.

He kept a careful eye on his table and, much to his surprise, got through the entire meal without any mishaps. 

When it came time for them to pay the bill, he slipped it onto the table between Mr and Mrs Black. She picked up the small folder and glared down at the bill. She laid down a small stack of notes and rose from her chair. Orion put £100 into Remus’s hand and followed his wife. 

“Fleamont,” She stopped in front of Monty. Remus noticed the nervousness of his smile. 

“Yes, Mrs Black.”

“I demand that waiter at all our future visits. He is the only competent member of your staff.” She turned to her family. “Come.” And much like she entered, she swooped out the door, her family following in her wake. 

But Sirius paused next to Remus, slipped something into his hand and winked at him.

“Call me,” He grinned a wide, toothy smile and exited the restaurant. 

“Well done, Remus.” Monty clapped him on the shoulder. 

Remus looks down at the scrap of paper Sirius had given him in his hand. It had his number on it. Remus looked at it bewildered. “I’d call him if I were you,” James said over his shoulder. “He’s a good guy.”

Remus tried to share his substantial with the others, but they all refused, telling him he’d earned it.

[bananatanz]

always thinking abt how effortlessly lucifer grabs alastor

[demonyias-demons]

Slammed my right hand in the car door so I tried drawing with my left hand. It looks surprisingly decent

Picture is low quality because picture was taken at like 9 pm

[pawpr2nts]

Busboy Alastor traditional sketch

[doodle61510]

tHaNkS dAD!

Doodled the dad himself

[prince-liest]

Random question! In your fics, Alastor is shown to be uncomfortable with his non human characteristics like his hooves/tail/deer ears, so do you think the reason his hair looks like this on the sides is because he grew it out specifically to hide his nonexistent human ears? (Unless he has two pairs of ears, a human one and a deer one, but that would be weird. Then again, why not?).

I don't personally see him as massively uncomfortable with those traits - at least, haha, not like how I write Hawks from My Hero Academia and his collection of semi-nonconsensual cosmetic surgeries - which is a choice I make largely because hell and heaven are just too full of furries for it to not be at least generally normalized. So when I write him as uncomfortable with those traits, it's largely a bit of the "this is not what my body used to be" uncanny valley effect in combination with two other things:

The amount of undress required to even catch sight of the hooves or tail being a state of vulnerability. This is a guy who's buttoned up to his chin and wearing a three-piece suit at all times in canon, and I imagine he would be uncomfortable with that much of himself being revealed at all. A lot of a person's image (something clearly very important to Alastor) is bound up in how they look and dress, and being undressed is losing part of that.

People touching him without his permission, especially in a demeaning, condescending, or entitled way. While I'm just, y'know, generally obsessed with cute animal traits, I also write his reaction and the circumstances in which people get touchy with his ears and tail very deliberately with respect to his relationship with the person doing it, their intent, his boundaries/permission, the ongoing situation, etc, ranging from "this is pleasant" to "my tolerance of this is rapidly waning" to "this is unpleasant but in a kinky way" to "this was arguably the whumpiest part of a fic where he also nearly got his ribcage ripped out."

Anyway, all of that is to say that I hadn't thought about his hair style specifically that way, but I approach the whole thing from the perspective of his control issues and I think it's a totally feasible headcanon! I imagine he would find that lacking human ears would look odd, and it's much easier for him to control how people see him (and what particular flavors of oddness he projects) when he has a haircut that makes human ears or a lack thereof a non-issue.

[blue-rose-soul]

I was at a museum of natural history looking at deer & moose antler's today when I thought about your au where Lucifer is Alastors bio dad and how cool would be if the (lucifer & charlie) morningstar's calling card were antler horns? they usually hide them in their normal form & the fact that Alastor has his horns out is a subtle sign that he's one of them? even tho he doesn't know, anyway, hope you have a good day!

Hm, while I do really like the aesthetics of deer/moose antlers, I don't really want to change anything overmuch about any of the characters' designs for this AU. I personally think that Charlie's and Lucifer's horns work very well for them as they are.

I mean look at that. Beautiful.

I also love the irony that stags - Alastor's animal motif - are a symbol of Jesus Christ. Alastor's not a Christ-like figure by any means, but I like how it sets a divide between him and the Morningstars while still giving him a connection to a biblical figure. Because ultimately, he's not a proper part of their family. He's the bastard, the mistake. Lucifer pretty much looked down on Alastor from the get go, and even after learning that Alastor's his son he still does somewhat.

There's a world of difference between the life Alastor lived and the one Charlie did. He was mixed race in the era of Jim Crow laws, and grew up watching his poor black mother get pushed around and abused by the rich white men she worked for, until one of those men ultimately killed her. That same man took Alastor in out of a twisted sense of guilt, but pretty much treated Alastor like a servant. And Alastor was very aware that if his skin had been a little darker, that man would have just killed him too.

Charlie, on the other hand, grew up in a palace with two loving, if flawed, parents. While Lucifer fell short in a lot of ways, he provided her with anything and everything she could have wanted growing up. Decadent food, infinite toys, magical pets that served doubly as friends and protectors.

This is getting away from me a little. I'm very much not an authority on racism, but I know these sorts of things must affect the dynamic between Alastor and the rest of the Morningstars. While Lucifer and Charlie aren't human, their skin is very very very white. There's no way that didn't play into Alastor's reaction to Lucifer assuming he was the bellhop. As much as Alastor tries to lean into his identity as a demon, he still started as a human being and still has a human soul.

That is to say, even with the blood relation, Alastor is set apart from the Morningstars, and he feels that divide much more strongly than they do. He does have design elements in common with them - in fact, many elements of his design are downright satanic - but his design contrasts nicely against them too; the overtly red pallet, the always visible horns, the red sclera. That's actually part of what got me thinking about this AU in the first place. So I feel like the fact that their horns don't match really works well for this AU.

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[steven-myself]

"54" - Adel Bouteldja photographed by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine