#riffel

[madamshogunassassin]

'Showgirls' (1995)

[l00k4tm4m45c415]

Lauren Riffel

[britvarama]

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Herman Riffel, Morton T. Kelsey, George Bird, Frederic Groetsema - Dreams: Gateway to Your Inner World - Creation House - 1977

[hystpod]

[angelstills]

Showgirls (1995)

[ayanna-tired]

Cain & Riff ~ COMTE CAIN/GOD CHILD

Leur relation maître/majordome si spéciale a été plagiée dans Kuroshitsuji, ou "Black Butler". Riff s'est occupé de Cain alors qu'il était encore un enfant et leur lien est indéfectible et inébranlable. Seul Riff peut lacer les lacets de Cain et toucher ses cicatrices.

[signalwatch]

Indefatigable Watch: Showgirls 2 - Penny's From Heaven (2011) http://dlvr.it/T5VxsC

[mariocki]

Candyman 3: Day of the Dead (1999)

"You doubted me and yet you called my name."

"Who are you?"

"Your past. Your present. Your future. Your blood."

"What do you want?"

"I came for you. Believe in me."

[madamshogunassassin]

Showgirls (1995)

[l00k4tm4m45c415]

Lauren Riffel

[britvarama]

[hystpod]

"Have you seen this? Have you had the plot of Showgirls described to you by a toddler over the phone?" Hear the first 12 minutes of our latest episode, and join us over on Patreon if you love true outsider cinema as much as we do! Yes, I'm calling this "cinema" because they claim part of it was shot on 35mm! Yes, I don't believe it either!

[koolades-world]

Hii! It's good to have you back! I hope you're having a great day/night :))

Well, my request is, could you do 11 with Solomon, Lucifer or Mammon?

I love your stuff and I hope you have a merry Christmas! Thanks and have a good day/night :)

HIIII so great to hear from you, and it's great to be back! you are truly a real one <3 thank you for making a request!

i decided to go with mammon, because i'll be doing this prompt again tomorrow (probably with solomon) because one of my very lovely friends made a request for this prompt too!!!!

prompt 11 w/ mammon

"Where is the gingerbread house kit?" You yelled up the stairs at Mammon while riffeling through the grocery bags.

"Check the bag with the sprinkles!" He shouted back.

"I can't find those either!" The two of you had just gotten back from a shopping trip, where along with groceries, the two of you made last minute plans to spend the rest of your afternoon building a gingerbread house after seeing the kit in the store. It was on sale, for whatever reason, and once Mammon confessed he'd never build one, you promptly added it to your cart. Although, now it seemed an awful lot like you’d forgotten the bag at the store.

“The blue bag!” Mammon had insisted on changing into something more ‘festive’ for your afternoon plans. He even said he had something for you.

Sure enough, although you’d felt as if you’d already checked the blue bag, the gingerbread house kit and the sprinkles were in there. “Found it, thanks!” You dug it out, and began to brainstorm where you might be able to put it together. The most obvious choice might seem like the kitchen, but there you risked Beel finding you. There’d be nothing left of the house if he came across it. There was also the dining room, but then you knew for sure one of this brothers would butt in. You didn’t mind all too much, but you knew Mammon would veto that idea.

“Alright, I’m ready.” Mammon’s voice echoed from the top of the stairs. You looked up, and saw him in possible they oddest outfit you’d ever seen him in. He donned a large red Santa jacket and hat, topped off with a fake beard. For whatever reason, he didn’t have red pants to complete the look, so he wore a pair of bummy pair of basketball shorts you’d seen him in a million times at this point.

“Mammon, where did you get that?” You could hardly hold back your laughter.

“What’d ya mean? I’m ready.” He put his hands on his hips, and on the way down the stairs, he nearly tripped and face planted directly into the pile of bags at the base of the stairs.

“I mean, it’s cute?” You leaned forward and pulled the fake beard away from his face, letting it snap back. He let out a quick ouch and rubbed his face before doing his best to recover.

“Of course it is! The Great Mammon wouldn’t do any less.” He grabbed your arm and began dragging you off down the hall.

“So, where are we headed, Santa?” He turned back to look at you after your words, like the answer was obvious.

“Yer room. Where else? Ya got a table, chairs, and a lock to keep my pesky brothers out.” You scoffed a little at his remark. That lock really didn’t do much to keep any of them out. It was really just your way of asking them to stay out, but they almost never respected that unless you sounded really insistent.

“If that’s what you want.” You allowed him to tote you into your room, and snap the door shut behind the both of you. He sat you down, and the way he read the back of the box so seriously while in the stupid Santa outfit made you laugh again.

“What?” He looked at you like he didn’t know what was so funny. Again, you reached out to yank his beard, but was stopped. “If yer gonna keep laughing, I’m gonna take it off.” He was protective of his fake beard, maybe because he was unable to grow his own.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get started. I promise, you’ll love doing this so much.” The two of you got started on the house building. It was much easier with a second set of hands, but that didn’t mean you got everything the first try. Since you were more experienced in the art of building the house itself (not by much), you applied the glue-like frosting, while Mammon held it together. He whined a little at first that he felt he should get to use the icing, but after he saw how much you were struggling, he shut his mouth. Once that step was done, however, the fun started.

First, you worked on the front together. You showed him just how you’d done it as a kid. He nodded along, and happily helped you create a wreath that slowly slide down the house, just as it always did. The two of you took great joy from creating a couple cute windows, and a door. Once that was done, you moved onto the roof. You scalloped it using the frosting, and completed the look with colorful gumdrops and off-brand mnms.

“What are you doing now?” You’d each taken one side of the house, opposite from each other so you could surprise the other. You were shocked that the beard was still mostly on his face, and that he hadn’t taken it off so he could focus better. It was dangerous close to dragging in the stray puddles of frosting that’d happened during the construction of the house.

“Ya just have to wait and see.” He peaked over the roof of the house, and smiled at you. You rolled your eyes, but still smiled back. Once it was time to reveal what his finishing touches to the house were, he proudly spun the house around to present you with a crude, but cute icing drawing of the two of you standing next to the house.

"Awwww! Mammon, you are adorable." Rather than object like he usually would, he tried his best to look everywhere but at you. "Mine isn't nearly as cute, but I think I did a good job." You spun the house back the other way to show him what you'd done. It was simple, with a candy cane fence and windows that look like they were melting. Not perfect, but charming.

Mammon mumbled something under his breath after you presented your side of the house to him. After you gave him a knowing look, he repeated himself. "It's cute, but you're cuter." He promptly turned his entire body away from you, facing a wall rather than you. You could almost laugh at how cheesy that line was. You wondered just how long he'd been saving that to use on you.

Instead of trying to verbally convince him to face you again, you walked around the table and plopped down beside him. Since he was still wearing that stupid looking beard, you pulled it down to give him a kiss on the cheek. He nearly went as red as the jacket he was wearing. "You're such a dork. I love you." You planted another kiss on his nose.

He used the little bit left he had in him to give a kiss and a response back. "Love you too."

[ayanna-tired]

Riff (Riffel Raffit) ~ COMTE CAIN/GOD CHILD

Riffel "Riff" Raffit (リフェール・ラフィット)

Le domestique de Cain. Il habille Cain et lace ses chaussures, que Yuki considère « une forme de communication entre les deux d'eux parce qu'ils ont été ensemble si longtemps qu'ils sont presque comme père et fils. » Riff a tué sa famille en provoquant un incendie et est mort sous les balles de son frère.

[shugar0cone]

The angels

I was scared, I don’t know why but maybe it’s because of the beyond the point of death. I took a break holding my angelic shot gun pointing at the sky. “Darling they’re not comming yet.” Alastor my husband sat down next to me on top of the hotel. “You don’t know that.” I put my eye to the scope. This riffel represent my custom I had in the living, Alastor special requested it for me to vaggie. Alastor put down the barrel of my gun. “Darling dont freight for we are strong and those angels have no chance.” He smiled down at me. “You don’t know that.” I one again put it to my shoulder waiting. “Darling you know just as well as I do sitting their with your gun pointed at nothing won’t kill the prey, you need to walk breath enjoy it and then you’ll have a better shot.” He was right Alastor took us hunting when we were alive granted it wasn’t civil for your kind, but I wanted to fend for myself. “You’re right.” I put the gun on my back. I looked up at my husband. He still had his smile no fear, nothing was showing but deep down somthing was wrong. “Alastor.” I turned and looked at him. “Hm?” He looked at me in the eyes lovingly. “Im add somthing to my vows and you can’t take it back.” I said. He nodded. “Alastor I don’t know what’s living beyond death but know, I will love you for eternity, it doesn’t matter if I’m alive, dead, double dead or triple. I’ll love you.” I looked up at him his eyes softens. “And if I were to end up double or triple I’ll love you until all existence ends, I’d still love you.” We put our foreheads together. And held each others hands.

“DIE YOU FUCKERS!” I grabbed my pocket dagger and stabbed an exorcist. They were to cocky to un afraid of us, their move where jagged and predictable, one thing about a good murder is that they where unpredictable and organized. I pulled the blade out othe ex’s eye. “HEY ANGEL HOW MANY YOU GOT!” I yelled. Angel and I made it a comption to make us feel better. “36 what about you.” He said gunning down the angels. “Ha I got 46 I’m ahead~” I ran off to kill more until I see Adam and Alastor. Oh no.

“Aww looks like I missed the party.” I say standing with my hands on my hips. “Ah nice to-“ adam attacked Al but he dogged. “See you my love say how’s the weather down there.” He offers you his hand still diving Adams attacks. “Well, but must be some much more entertaining up here.” They got into each others arms and started to do a dance. (Cringy I know but I wanted a dance thing.) Alastors and I swayed through the attacks seamlessly. “FUCK STOP DANCING.” Adam yelled and tried to attack which Alastor dipped me down and I pointed my riffel and missed. “Missed me!” Adam says he grabbed the color or your shirt that was colored in gold and shoved you. “Y/N!” Alastor says. “Oh how you Fucked up now!” His voice became demonic i was in a trance and could not tell what was going on until I heard Alastor without his radio voice. “Shit..” with All my might i sag beside my bloody up husband. You two joked as Adam went on with his speech. “Looks like— looks like we switched places.” I said, I wanted to lighten the mood just like he did when I died in his arms. “We are not done yet my love.” Shadows engulf us as we disappeared.

“Ah, Alastor that fucking hurts.” I say. I were scratched up I mean it ain’t a war without blood right. “Darling stop being a wuss I’m pretty sure those spears hurt worse.” He said drenching his cloth again, Alastor could heal quicker then I can (lucky bastard) “ no what hurt the worst was seeing you almost die” I said. “Just by a hair though.” He said. “No more like the skin of your smile.” I said grabbing my husbands cheek and caressing it. “I love you.” I said in a soft voice. “I love you too.” You two shared a kiss until you bit down on alastors lips. “ALASTOR THAT FUCKING HURT!” I said he put to much pressure on that wound.

AN: YAY AND OMG ONE OF MY FAVE RELESES LIKE CARMILAS SONGS ALWAYS HIT! AHHHH, anyways I hoped y’all like and sorry for the dance bit I know it’s cringy but I wanted a dance thing.