#Gabby Fellow

[nick-cassidy]

nismo: He's back for more

@/GabrieleMiniOfficial will be suiting up in Sakura once again for the Rookie Free Practice in Jeddah

Now competing full-time in F2, he's one to watch. See you in Saudi, Gabriele

[allaboardthevespa]

If I Lay Here...

SURPRISE EVERYONE I WROTE A DISVENTURE CAMP FICLET!

Anyway...I had a pretty rough day. And to help take my mind off it, I decided to write myself a little comforting Ellabby fluff because they rule my brain right now and I think they need a little more content.

I HC that Gabby tends to suffer from nightmares pretty often, and tbh I've had quite a lot of nightmares lately myself...should I be concerned about that? Idk man. But whatever. So here's a little hurt-comfort ficlet where Ellie comforts Gabby after one of her nightmares post-DC.

Remained pretty ambiguous about the setting because well I have like no ideas lol and I'm bad with describing settings anyway lmao

Also finding a good song for this (songs always help a lot when I write) was tough but I definitely picture Chasing Cars as an Ellabby anthem. Plus I also HC that Ellie is an amazing singer and she sings to Gabby regularly.

But this preamble is getting lengthy, so...here we go!

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For a moment, Ellie flinched a little as the sound got her attention. She was a light sleeper, and it didn’t take much to rouse her from her slumbers.

As Ellie got up, wondering what the sound was, she looked around the room…and her eyes fell upon her brown-haired girlfriend, sleeping not-so-soundly next to her. The workaholic felt her heart start to ache as she realized what was happening.

Gabby had mentioned to her in passing before that she was prone to nightmares, but given they had only recently started spending their nights together, it took until now for Ellie to witness this happening in person…and it was a sobering sight indeed.

Whatever was happening in Gabby’s dream was clearly tormenting her. The brunette was tightly clenching her own arms, whimpering in fright and pain as tears bubbled out of her eyes and trickled down her face. She was also clearly thrashing around a little, tossing and turning as if trying in vain to shake the nightmare’s grip off of her.

Well, Ellie wasn’t about to just stand by and let her girlfriend suffer alone…

At once, the Minimum Wage Worker put her hands upon the Polish girl’s shoulders and began softly rubbing them, and quietly, called out to her. “Hey, Gabby?” the American girl spoke, “Are you alright?” Hearing the gentle voice of her freckled girlfriend and feeling her soft touch on her shoulders, Gabby gently opened her eyes. In that moment, her mind groggily took in her surroundings. The bedsheets above her body, the ceiling staring down at her…and her skin bathed in a cold sweat. She could still feel her heart pounding, and her breath still felt hitched.

“Oh, dear,” whimpered the Tree Hugger, “I’m sorry to wake you, darling. I must’ve had one of those stupid nightmares again.” “Hey, don’t worry, honey,” Ellie comforted her nature-loving girlfriend, “You can’t help it. You told me yourself that you deal with nightmares pretty frequently.” “Oh, yeah,” the brunette spoke in realization. She recalled every dreadful moment of that damn nightmare. The harsh words of her father ringing in her head. The cruel insults from Grett echoing in her mind. The murderous look in Jensen’s eyes and the crazed grin on his face as he rose up that knife and-

In that moment, the memories grew too much for Gabby, and she abruptly thrust herself forward and clung to Ellie’s chest tightly, tears streaming down her face anew as her body shivered in fear and heartbreak. Forgetting any questions she wanted to ask, Ellie put one of her arms around her tearful girlfriend’s back, and started gently stroking her hair with her free hand. Even in a moment like this, the redhead still found her partner to be astoundingly beautiful. Her soft hair, her smooth skin, her squeaky voice, her bubbly personality…all she wanted now was to see a smile lighting up her face again.

So, gently, the pale-skinned American girl put one hand upon her lover’s chin, gently stroking it with her thumb. There was a brief pause, and then, Gabby let her eyes open and gazed into the blue eyes of her beloved.

Ellie took a moment to admire the brown eyes of her partner, then, taking a deep breath, she began singing a soft tune to her.

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told Before we get too old Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Slowly, the brunette felt her heart stop pounding as Ellie’s voice soothed her mind and soul. The memories of that terrible dream slowly faded from her mind. Wiping some final tears from her eyes with one of her hands, Gabby let her other hand join with one of Ellie’s. Their fingers intertwined as they kept gazing at each other. And, to her own surprise, Gabby found herself singing along with her girlfriend…her one and only soulmate.

All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I don’t know when Confused about how as well Just know that these things will never change for us at all

Sensing her partner was put at ease at last, Ellie put both of her arms around the brunette and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek. The moment Ellie pulled back, Gabby, as if to return the favor, gave her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, and whispered in gratitude, “I love you, Ellie.” Then, the Polish girl returned the embrace Ellie was giving her, and, cuddled up in her arms, fell into a peaceful sleep once more. The workaholic watched in joy, her heart warming as her beloved nature-lover slumbered quietly within her arms. The, she gently pressed her forehead against that of her partner’s, and replied quietly, “I love you too, Gabby.”

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

[goat-shoe]

:x

[simp-ly-writes]

Lasting Pictures: Up and Under (pt.2)

Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Photographer!Reader

Summary: Signing the papers was one thing, actually going back and doing the work was another. Memories come hurling back at you as you try and navigate this new lifestyle while getting to know the members of your new task force- some warm up quicker to you than others but are your trials all for nothing? Or maybe, just maybe this new start has other possibilities for you as well....

Warnings: 4952 words, Slow burn, heavy imagery of anxiety attack and PTSD, descriptions of blood and swearing.

A/N: Hey ya'll thank you all so much for all the love on the first post, weird to see so many people liking my shitty writing. Anyways! todays chapter is dedicated to my fellow stranger @cosychick who made this chapter possible (TYSM again, seriously). On another note... I may have written a lot again... and have an outline for many more chapters... hope you guys enjoy this next part! let me know what you think~

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The cheers surrounding the room are soon put to an end as the boys soon get ordered to return back to their duties on base as you and Gabby stay behind with Laswell. She opens your file on the table, flipping towards the back as she comments on your years of leave from the military. Your task force had all been promoted within the ranks and some were found less on field and more in strategy. You smiled at this newfound information, as it slightly fell when Laswell said how poorly they took your leave and lack of communication afterwards while tailing off on a few names that have you blinking your eyes quickly.

The room falling quiet once more, Gabby grasps your hand in her own- rubbing small circles into the back of it in an effort to comfort you. You squeeze it twice in response; awaiting Laswell to continue her commentary as a knock can be heard coming from the door, Price enters then closes it behind himself as he takes his seat back beside Laswell with his own paperwork in hand and places it on the table. He motions with a flick of his wrist for you guys to continue as he grabs for a pair of glasses and takes the lid of a pen off; beginning to flip through the sheets, signing every few pages while referencing others. Laswell continues to speak while opening a second file with your polaroid clipped to the front. 

“Has your body fully healed from the incident?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Do you still take medication for it or any other symptoms you have experienced as a result?”

“Yes I do”

Laswell hums in response, flickering to the next page as you lightly sigh in relief and Gabby comments, “May I speak freely?”

“You may”

“They have made a full recovery, I made sure of it before contacting them…” Gabby looks over at you, happiness is found in her squished cheeks from smiling so brightly as she drops your hand to reach over the table for your papers, “...I recommend still going through with the fitness regulation test for formal qualities- but they would pass easily nonetheless.”

Price decides to lift his head and joins the conversation once more, “some practice missions with 141 before sending directly to the field would be of value to us all as well. Time is limited- I know-”

You smile slightly at his addition, nodding your head in agreement before finishing his sentence, “but a little team building never hurt nobody” you tease lightly back as John matches your smile before returning back to the work at hand. Gabby leans over, clearing her throat loudly to whisper in your ear, “So what type of team building do you have planned~?” 

Swatting her away while covering your cheeks from your blush, John chuckles to himself as you shrink into your sweater, cursing Gabby mentally as Laswell gives you all a tisk with a small smile gracing its way across her features; her tone lightening. 

“You will get along great with the team, Dice, from what I read and see here today. 0-700 tomorrow for your assessment and I want you to move on to base with the rest of the team temporarily to redevelop your skills for the imminent future. Deployment is set for two weeks from now. That is all, thank you both” Laswell finishes, collecting her belongings before tapping Price on the shoulder on her way out. 

Stacking the papers into a neat pile; he looks between you and Gabby before sliding an unsigned document, tapping his finger to where he wants you to sign and handing you his pen. Glancing down at it, its weight is surprisingly heavy and the small engraving of 141 on the lid has you smiling, you look over the page- reading through each clause before signing your name at the bottom and sliding it back with a sigh. 

Gabby slaps your shoulder with yet another cheer as she calls for drinks tonight that has you shaking your head at the idea. “I have my assessment in the morning scales, can’t be going out and doing that just yet.”

“Lame” Gabby states back childishly before asking if you wanted a drive back, you smile thankfully at this as you begin to stand from your seat. Knees a bit weak from staying in the same position for too long. Yet as your hand hovers over the door handle, a small call out from the table has you turning back to face your new captain. 

“Welcome to the team Y/N”

“Thank you Captain” 

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Keys swing around Gabbys finger as you both make your way towards the parking lot at the back of the base. Walking through the halls and across the pavement; viewing all the helicopters and equipment tucked nearly away has memories sending goosebumps across your skin, nerves and excitement mixing together in your anxiety driven cocktail as you follow in Fish’s shadow. 

Gabby clicks the small device twice as the car flashes its lights with a small honk. Yet as you begin to enter the vehicle a calling out of your name from another car has you smacking your head against the roof of the car and eliciting a loud groan as you rub the spot gently, turning to face whomever got you into this state. 

Gaz smiles apologetically from the rolled-down window as he asks if you want help tomorrow moving your stuff on to base, he mentioned that your new captain already sent a message to the infamous groupchat you had yet to be added to. Smiling at the man's kindness you accept as he asks for your number. Walking up to his car, exchanging phones; you place your name alone in his as Gaz places a petrol symbol for himself that has you giggling when you read it. Tapping the top of his car in a sign of goodbye, he drives through the gates and away. 

Turning back you see Gabby leaned against the car with a cheeky grin, “do I need to report anything to the council already, lieutenant?” 

“Yet?! Do you honestly think I am getting with any of them, or that they would have any interest in all of this shit?” You reply while flinging your hands up and down your body, emphasising your statement. 

“Well.. you and Soap looked to be getting cosy…”

“I needed physical comfort, you know this”

“Mmhmm”

“Gabby! I swear to god-”

“Mmhmm” 

“Even with my last team, we almost never did any of that shit”

“Almost?” She teases back.

“Not like that Gabs! ugh!”

Gabby does not bother to listen to anymore of your protests as she hops backs into the vehicle, the engine roaring to life as you sit yourself into the passengers side with a huff, buckling your seatbelt before helping her to check the blindspots and give directions back to your place. 

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The drive back is peaceful after the hellish day you have had. Gabby flipped you off while driving away as your neighbour complained about hearing your cat moving about your apartment too loudly. Apologising you turned the key in the hole and entered, the space was dark with a small candle coming from the kitchen. Cursing to yourself for leaving it unattended, blowing it out you called for Spoons to make sure he didn’t hurt himself from it. 

Checking the cat over in your arms and sighing out in relief, you hunched down slightly so they could move to your shoulders and motioned to get their medication before you started the debate of ordering in or cooking dinner for yourself. Opening the fridge you cursed to find it empty, resting your forehead against its metal door to cool your head, you felt for your phone the jean pocket as Spoons meows loudly in your ear. 

Placing him on the counter and closing the door with your foot, you order delivery and feel for your wallet; walking yourself back into the living and falling onto the cushioned seat, feet pressed atop the coffee table as you threw a weighted blanket over yourself and turned the television on. Doctor Who played across the screen as you chucked at their antics and companions' poorly timed jokes, the doorbell ringing and a tip being served before you switched to the VOD for the football game. 

Your team was losing severely as you whisper-yelled at the screen, afraid of getting a thorough beating from your elderly neighbour. You flicked it off before it finished and noticed that your plate was empty. Placing the containers in the fridge and washing your dishes in the sink, you see Spoons sleeping on the half-wall separating your kitchen from the dining room. Their belly turned upwards as light snores exited their body. Snapping a quick picture to show Ghost in the morning, you began your nightly routine. 

Showering, brushing and flossing your teeth, alongside applying your moisturizers. You shuffled underneath the covers while doing some last minute scrolling through your phone. Rolling your eyes when you saw the endless stream of reels being sent from Gabbys personal account that had you switching your ringer off and placing it on to charge. Setting your alarm clock to sound you closed your eyes as your body jerked throughout the night, awaking in a cold sweat as only a few hours had passed before doing your best at returning back to sleep.

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The loud sound of ringing gradually made its way across your ears as you groaned and blindly reached over to turn it off; you ended up swatting it off the nightstand, the loud crash had you sitting upright from the sound of it smacking against the hardwood floors. Being stubborn to get out of bed just yet, you reach across the room to pick it up and shut it up. Falling back into the covers you reach for your phone and smile seeing your parents’ name in the notifications, they wish you a strong return back with a string of emojis that has you shaking your head while replying, slightly regretting for introducing them to that submenu on the keyboard.

Stretching and rolling out your yoga mat, you do our daily exercises before setting the kettle to boil and heading for a quick shower. The mirror clouds over as you draw a small heart across its surface while scrolling for just the right song to start getting ready to. 

Coming back out- refreshed you dig through the back of your closet to find parts of your old uniform that you didn’t have the heart to send down to the storage rooms. Placing it across your frame and looking at yourself in the foyer mirror. A tear slides itself down your cheek as you swiftly wipe it away. Spoons soon comes between your legs pawing to be fed as you lightly smile down at them. 

Apologizing to your furry friend, you give them their daily medication and head out the door, to your car in the underground parkade. 06:10 reads on the dash as you drive back to the base from memory. While at a light you start a call with Gabby, hoping that she would fess up to what types of testing you will go through today, yet she gave you nothing much to your dismay other than some teasing as usual. 

“Did you end up talking to Gaz more last night when you exchanged numbers?”

“No, I talked to my parent though.”

“Oh! I miss them, are they still single?”

“Gabs I swear-”

“Hey! Just an honest question…”

“Sure, sure.”

“Are you here yet?”

“Almost, about a block away”

“Okay good.”

“Everything al’right?”

“Oh yeah, Soap just keeps telling me I'm no fun now that he’s met you, butthurt honestly.” 

“Well I have always been the funnier one.”

“Thanks, just what I needed to hear.”

“You know me- social skills, simply perfection…” you end with a giggle in your voice, “...okay im at the gate now, see you in a few.”

Pulling the car into an empty parking spot, you ended the call while hauling your work bag with your camera inside over your shoulder from the passenger's seat and take your metal water bottle with you. Locking the car with a click you walked towards the main building and picked yourself up a new badge. Wincing at your picture, you hide it in your jacket pocket as you make your way down the hall and towards the locker rooms to put your stuff down. 

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Taking in a deep breath, you made your way out to the fields and saw everyone standing in a circle, speaking in hushed tones before halting at the sounds of your footsteps nearning. Giving the group a small wave, Gabby came over and wished you luck with a large hug and kiss against your cheek before returning back to her duties. Laswell stood to the side, clipboard in hand as she began to look at her watch, anxious to begin and return to her stack of files as well. 

Soap speedily walks his way over to you, clapping a hand on your shoulder and pulling you in to his side, he wishes you good luck and a few other words told in his native tongue that you didn’t quite catch before Ghost is shouting across the field, in what would appear an aggressive tone to any new listener. 

“English, Jonny”

“Fuckin’ Britts you lot”

“Hey you! Don't assume my nationality you prick”

Soap looks at you wide-eyed and apologetically as words and curses fall out of his mouth like a waterfall. Gaz can he heard chucking off to the side as you pat Soaps shoulder and tell him that you were just pulling his leg. He nods his head and sighs out in relief while looking up towards the grey skies. Making your way over to greet the Captain and Ghost, they both offer you a firm handshake once more as you provide a wide smile back before heading towards Gaz sitting on a nearby bench beside Laswell. 

Sitting beside him, he starts making small talk and eventually asks what you are doing directly after this. Looking towards Laswell she shrugs and reminds you of the team-building you promised to do before calling you to the starting line. Gaz makes a quick note for you to continue your conversation later as he shouts you a good luck as you make your way away. He sits up from the bench and moves to stand beside Simon and the others in line to the side.

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Nearing the starting line, you notice a series of vertical obstacles ranging from a rope climb, an outstanding rock wall and a fence hop. Leaning your body to the side, you look further down to see a tire you will need to push alongside a series of pylons lining a large section of the tarmac. A long run, how great after all of that. 

Shaking your head of the negativity, you closed your eyes and evened your breathing before sending Laswell a nod of your head, ready to tackle this course to the best of your ability. The sound of a shout coming from the Station Chief has your body moving faster than your mind as you hoist yourself up the rope and jump down to the other side. 

Your body wavers slightly upon impact yet as soon as your knees steady once more you are running up the rock wall to boost yourself up, skipping half of it as you hear Gaz praising your technique while waiting running to wait for you on the other side. Using your feet and hands, you slip slightly from the lack of gloves or chalk before running down the ramp on the other side. Next you are sprinting over to hop over three sizes of fences as Soap claps loudly at the end telling you how many obstacles you have left. 

Smiling to yourself in a layer of sweat, you side-hop the last small fence before whipping your forehead with the backside of your arm and collapse yourself to the floor in low crawl under the wire frames above. The mud finds its way into your boots and underneath your fingernails as you sigh happily at its cool texture on your skin. 

Nearing the end you look ahead of yourself to see the long awaited large tire sitting flush against the ground. Picking yourself up to stand and shaking your hands violently while running over, you heave it up with a large grunt and push it to fall. Completing these repetitive actions tenfold before showing the tire over the designated cones. The long awaited run now awaited you as Price praised you with a large smile, yours matching his own as your feet began to pick up pace once more, now desperately trying to reach the end of the course in time. 

The soon becomes in view as you see Laswell standing there, stopwatch in hand as Gabby appears beside her, jumping enthusiastically and pointing at your approaching frame. This momentarily distracts you from the pain you are feeling throughout your body as it takes everything in you to run the last quarter mile. 

Yet as you near, the shouting of all your awaiting squad members, the sound of your blood pumping through your ears and your laboured breaths has you faltering slightly as your world spins and the finish line is closer than ever before. 

Memories cloud over your senses as you can feel the sweat dripping off your neck and down your back. The feeling of cold metal combing itself against your skin has you shivering in your overheated state as your stomach begins to turn itself outwards.

You don’t notice yourself running across the finish line and slightly pass before a pair of arms wrap themselves around your frame and hold you steady as they shake your shoulders in an effort to make you become present. 

You can feel a distant hand running circles on to your lower back as they brush the hair out of your eyes and behind your ears before resting their hand against your forehead, checking your temperature while making a hand motion in the other as the sounds of multiple boots rushing over have you swaying in their hold and holding your stomach as you kneel over. Knees falling to the pavement as you collapse on to your side. Eyes blurry as you see the rough contours of faces shaking your legs and holding your chin before they push you into recovery position as you throw up your guts on to someone's boots. 

Apologising subconsciously in a gravel filled tone. The sounds of cries over power your being as you shrink into yourself, tears falling. But soon enough you feel laying down beside you as they tug you over and point to the clouds in the sky while you rub your eyes. The multiple pairs of eyes on you have fallen significantly as you take in a large breath and whip your eyes and cheeks with the back of your hand. 

Looking over to your left you see Gabby staring at you smiling, remenist to what you would do as kids in your backyard, making stories out of all the clouds above and promises of your futures together. How times have changed as the pavement burned itself against the back of your head that still felt a bit fuzzy and your hands shook slightly against your sides. 

As Gabby directs you to copy her breathing and calls for your bag to be brought over while searching for your medication side, she asks softly if you remember to take some yesterday. Eyes going wide you shake your head and groan to yourself while placing the back side of your hand to rest against your forehead, shielding your eyes from the sun beginning to poke its way through the clouds. 

Doing your best to hoist yourself to a sitting position, your frame wobbles slightly as Gabby rapidly turns her body around and her face turns into horror. Her hands are filled as she watches you sway and almost crash your head against the tarmac once more yet thankfully an arm had you hoisted up against their side as they joined you on the floor. 

Smiling over to Gaz thankfully he rubbed your shoulder and Gabby kneeled down to hand you a cup of water and a few pills. Looking at them in your hand, shuffling them slightly in your palm you threw them into your mouth, tipping your head back consciously as the water made its way down your system. 

Gaz then handed you a pack of crackers that were obviously from an MRE. You winched in reaction that had Gaz giggling at your face before it fell when Fish just about punched him to remove it. Shaking your head slightly at the two and telling Gaz you know he meant nothing poor of it, you begin to take small bites out of the cracker while looking around to find where everyone else went. 

As you stare down the field, you see Laswell and Price in a heated argument as the boys stand to his side, a few grand hand gestures are made as Soap flings his arms around wildly, almost hitting Ghost in the face that has him holding his limbs still so the Captain can focus. 

Looking towards Gaz once more you ask simply, “Hey Gaz…” He hums to you in reply while his focus is on making sure that you continue to eat, “...Shouldn’t you be down there listening to what Laswell and Price have to say?”

“I think something more important came up that held my attention”

As you move to apologise, Gaz holds his other hand up slightly as you pause your next words. His eyes crinkle slightly as he stares eye level into your own, your mouth opens slightly at the sight of his smile so close to your face, yet you shake your head blaming it on all the anxiety still coursing its way through your system. 

“Sometimes all we need is to sit down with someone so that the world can figure itself out.”  

You humm in reply as clears her throat softly as you both jerk your bodies in reaction, forgetting her presence in front of you. She shakes her head and chuckles lightly at both of your reactions before saying, “what about some words of wisdom for yours truly, Garrick?” While fluttering her eyelashes. 

Rolling your eyes you can’t help but chuckle at your best friends seemingly never ending sass as you ask, “Garrick?” While tilting your head to the side, staring at Gaz’s profile as he simply explains that it's his last name and you nod to this newfound information. 

“My full name is actually Kyle “Gaz” Garrick”

“Kyle Garrick” You test the name out upon your lips as he gives you once of his famous smiles once more while squeezing your shoulder.

“My name sounds a whole lot better while coming out from between your lips”

Gasping at his comment, you blush widely in response while holding your cheeks with the palms of your hand in an effort to hide your growing embarrassment. Groaning while leaning forward, your head falls into Gabbys lap as she laughs once more at you while combing her fingers through your hair as Gaz slides his hand to rest against your back.

Mumbling in Gabbys secure hold about his touch not helping your state. You hear a loud laugh as he reacts with his hand apologising. The lack of his touch as you question the equally relieved and disappointed emotions flashes across your brain. Yet this bubble of a moment would soon be broken as the rest of the team returned around you.

Everyone eventually sat down on the pavement that had you mentally giggling to yourself, the ghost of a smile makes its way across your features as you notice the formation you all have made is reminiscent of the duck, duck, goose game. 

Soap soon leans over to whisper in your ear, “tag, you’re it” while poking your shoulder jokingly. Wincing in an exaggerated manner has Soap quickly asking if you alright as you smile kindly in response, “I’m feeling a lot better now, thank you Soap” 

He nods back in response before shifting his focus to Gaz, eyeing how close he is sitting against you now all the more obvious as Gabby moved herself to sit between Laswell and Ghost. Yet making no comments on his observations that has relief spreading across your skin. You did not need anymore teasing.

Looking back around the circle yourself, you notice as the Captain does a quick look over of you before nodding his head in approval and turning his attention towards Laswell who appears to be choosing their next words carefully as you feel Ghosts gaze settling hot against your profile.

Tilting your head slightly, you notice how he plays with his gloves and how soft his eyes appear behind the mask as if asking you a simple question to your state. Offering a small smile and nod in recognition you watch out of the corner of your eye as his fidgeting stops and he too eyes Laswells next words. 

Clearing her throat, her eyes make their way around the circle and stop at you, “you have done well today Y/L/N, flying colours for the obstacle course and impressive return I must add. Yet after today…” Her sentence drifts off as she lacks the words necessary to continue, looking over to Price for help.

The Captain holds your eyes softly in his own as he finishes for Laswell, “from discussions earlier and your best interests in mind, Laswell and the team have decided that we won’t be putting you on attack for now.” A large sigh escapes your mouth as you feel conflicted on how to feel about not fully coming back. 

Price continues, “until then you come with us on missions to gather intelligence for Fish under our watch.”

“I understand sir” you respond back, doing the best to hide your emotion in your voice as you see Soap shift himself closer to your side in noticing your slight change in tone. Your eyes are still being held by the captains as you see his eyes wince slightly at your response before his face returns to its professional state. 

Slapping his hands against his knees with a throat clearing he stands up from the sitting circle and dismisses the meeting, turning around and walking his way back inside the main building. Laswell follows suit, dragging Gabby alongside her while they both compare paper-workloads. 

Gabby turns around mouthing an apology for leaving so soon as you look back and see Ghost is now a bit further away with Soap as they appear to be chatting seriously over something together before Ghost locks him into a headlock. Shaking your lead and looking away all you hear are the sounds of them scraping one another in the background as you find Kyle waiting to ask you something. 

“Do you want me to come over tonight?” Kyle questions softly while tilting his head, awaiting your response.

“To come over?”

“Oh ah-apologies, I meant to move your things temporarily on base”

“Oh,” You laugh lightly while shaking your head of the drifting thoughts you were having, “...yeah some help would be great Kyle! Thank you so much for the offer once more.”

“It's really nothing Y/N.”

“Still…”

“Well, how about after you treat me to some coffee together the day after?”

“I like the sound of that,” You say while doing your best to hide the ever growing smile spreading its way across your rosy cheeks as you notice Gaz smiling back at your adorable self. 

“Why do you get to call Gaz by their first name and not me?! I thought I was your favorite based upon yesterday, what has this British man done to your head beauty?” Soap cries out while quickly walking back over to you as Ghost is nowhere to be seen. 

Your head throws back in laughter as your shoulders rise and fall in swift motions. Gaz shakes his head at his squad member, shoving his shoulder lightly from around your frame with the hint of a smile tugging at the ends of his lips. While Soap remains completely serious in the matter, grabbing your shoulders lightly to make sure you are facing him when you respond. 

“Okay then Soap…” Your voice deepens teasingly at the mention of his callsign “...so what would you like me to call you?”

You watch as his eyebrows raise and a smirk slides its way across his features that has you already groaning, predicting what he is going to say as you can hear Kyle laughing behind you at the interaction.

“Mhmm, well there are a number of things I would love you to call me…” You roll your eyes at this comment,  “...Yet for now let's stick to Johnny.”

“Johnny?”

“You got it, Johnny.”

“Can’t promise I can say it with a scottish accent like you do”

“Humor me”

“Please don’t make me.”

“Just once, c'mon, promise not to record this one…”

“This one!”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right, Johnny” You respond in a horrible Scottish accent that has Soap reeling with laughter as he grips your shoulder and pulls you into a hug as Gaz laughs harder in the background. The flash of a camera can be heard as you call pause to face the sound to see Ghost pocketing his phone inside his black hoodie. 

╰┈➤ A/N: so... what did you guys think? Have a favorite member so far? Thank you serious for reading all of this lol.

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Biggest Miguel o Hara fan Icks? I’ll go first

TW:mentions of age gaps, rape, and vulgar language.

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It gives me the ick when people think Miguel would be a horrible husband/boyfriend . I get he’s rough and stern in the movie across the spider verse, but geez. He would probably be the most gentle person ever with you. Since he’s already lost gabby and has no one left, he would be afraid to lose you too. I’m not saying he did the right thing by chasing after miles like that in the movie atsv, but cut him some slack.

Another ick is those people who ship Miguel with like every single atsv character that he’s had an interaction with. I have seen people ship Miguel with miles, Miguel with Gwen and so on. He’s an early middle aged man. Why in the fuck are people shipping him with minors that are like 15. That’s not even the worse either. Tell me why I have seen people ship MAYDAY with Miguel. Mayday is a literal baby. A BABY. That is sick. Insane. I love my fellow Miguel fans but some of them are mentally ill.

Another ick, why was I scrolling on social media the other day to see someone say that Miguel was probably raping gabby. What in the actual fuck is wrong with people. I don’t have a problem with Miguel haters, like if you don’t like him that’s fine I don’t really care because that’s your opinion but who in the actual fuck would say that. Miguel clearly has a deep deep spot in his heart for gabby, even if the movie you can tell he’s deeply hurt by gabbys death. Some of these Miguel haters make Miguel look like a pedo or a groomer. Sick sick people.

[defira85]

An Act of Charity

I had the very distinct pleasure of working with @archduchessgabrielle for another portion of the @bg3-winter-big-bang (I'm not great at restraint, what can I say, a fic and three art pieces seemed totally sensible back in November) but she was just an utter delight to work with. She wrote a gorgeous fic about Gortash and her Banite OC Gabrielle gritting their teeth and visiting an orphanage for publicity, and the two of them very promptly get bogged down in a little bit of angst and a little bit of sweetness, but there's still that Banite bite that we all know and love, don't worry

I was really overjoyed to get a chance to paint for her, because as a fellow aficionado of fat lady OCs, I've been in love with our dear villainous Archduchess for a while now. Getting to paint Gabrielle was just wonderful

Thank you so much for your patience Gabby, and for my Gortash loving friends, check out the fic!

[batlleonafc]

“Our coach reminds us every day, ‘You're one of 144,’” Mühl said. “That's not a lot of spots for the amount of talent and the amount of hardworking women that are in this league and not in this league at this moment. So just reminding myself every morning, when I wake up, that even though I don't get many minutes, it's still a huge blessing to be a part of this program, especially being a part of Seattle Storm.

“Everybody looks at not playing as something so horrible and so bad, but behind the scenes, I'm working my butt off,” Mühl said. “I'm learning so much, watching film all the time, learning from the best players in the world, amazing coaches. I'm not missing anything. I'm just enjoying the process. And this is my journey, and that's how it's supposed to be.”

“Her work ethic has always been there,” Loyd said. “When she came in, we never had to tell her much of, ‘Hey, you gotta do this. You gotta do this.’ She kind of already actually had that instilled in her. That’s who she is. … She works her ass off. She's one of the hardest workers on this team, and people may not see it, and obviously they want her to be on the court, but all the stuff that she's doing now is to preparing her to come back next season and be great.”

Mühl said it’s been fun swapping UConn stories with fellow former Husky Gabby Williams, who joined the Storm after the Olympic break.

“I think a lot about the W is just finding your fit and finding out where you can be, and it’s about patience,” Williams said. “I think she's gonna learn a lot from this year, and then she's gonna go overseas. I think she's gonna have a great season, and then come back even better.”

https://www.ctinsider.com/sports/uconn-womens-basketball/article/nika-muhl-wnba-seattle-storm-19727886.php

[floofgryph]

To all of my fellow Americans, how's it going?

Tagging the Americans I know: @bubbles077 @donkeybro @chouthechaoticraccoon @gothic-gabby @vixxy-izzy @lilliablog @bammythechaotic @mayordebbie @sunnybunny2468

[aew-needs-to-do-better]

Need I remind you that it was CM Punk who twisted the events at All In and said that he calmly approached Jack and said ‘he didn’t punch anybody’ or how it was Punk who leaked to Fiteful saying that Jack pushed and bumped Punk first and Punk retaliated with a chokehold? He waited until Jack calmly put his hands in his hair to throw a punch. Jack backed up. Then Punk grabbed Jack’s hair in order to put him in a headlock ie not a sleeper. Jack stepped out. And then Punk threw more punches before Joe, Hook, Hero, and the ref grabbed them both. Shit lasted a couple seconds. But not before Punk lunged at Tony and knocked over monitors. And no, this was not the incident that made Tony fear for his life. That happened after Punk’s match with Samoa Joe.

Jack Perry did nothing wrong.

Like it was Punk who leaked that story to Nick Hausman about the story regarding real glass to save face after he went on another tangent to burry Hangman Adam Page. That is why Jack was mad. He leaked a story that made Jack look bad so Punk could make himself look better. In hindsight, I am starting to believe it was Punk that was spreading stories about AEW like wildfire to the press. Before Punk, there were rarely any leaks that didn’t involve Sammy Guevara. It’s no wonder that since then, no story has been leaked. No locker room gossip. Nothing.

Punk was a condescending piece of shit in a company built on the idea that the type of hierarchy where top guys like Cena threatening Gabbi Tuft, then Tyler Reks. That is why Hangman broke script to begin with and what that promo was about. Punk kept needling at everyone backstage and bring a piece of shit. And Page saw the culture change with Punk openly disrespecting his peers and pushing people off of AEW like Colt Cabana and using his position to get his way.

Now I’m questioning Brawl Out. I starting to think that the Elite didn’t kick down that door and start that fight. Now I think hotheaded and paranoid Punk escalated that confrontation after the Elite went to his locker room. If Punk has shown those little tendencies to twist a story in his favor like saying Jack bumped into him or confronted him or threw the first punch or was condescending to him when we were just shown footage that it was Punk who did it, I am starting to think Punk was always the problem. In fact, him getting ousted from WWE the first time is starting to make sense. Punk is a carny piece of shit with a fragile ego.

Tony should have not punished Jack at all. He should have fired Punk from the jump.

Should the footage have been shown? Yes. Punk is a fucking lying narcissist who prides himself on being the realest yet he,under the guise of being some guiding veteran, tried to sabotage Perry’s career and reputation. For months, Jack has been made out like some little bitch and all he did was back away and let some 40+ year old man throw a tantrum. The Scapegoat moniker makes sense. Maybe they should have released it online.

They didn’t mention Punk once. The Bucks have been referencing Jack for weeks now since they started this EVP gimmick. Their angle was to accuse FTR of only beating them at All In because of what happened with Jack while redeeming Jack and welcoming him into the Elite. That’s the story. At the same time, it was petty. Will this convince Pepsiman diehards? No.

And this had nothing to do with WWE. It had to do with a former disgruntled employee who lied. Good fucking riddance.

That being said, this show was uncharacteristically mid. The Jerichoverse should die and Mox, Page, O’ Reilly, Thunder Rosa, or fucking someone should have had a ten minute match. The card was disappointing overall.

But regardless, we can stop creating fanfic about this stupid overblown event. If Punk were anyone else, he would have been blackballed from wrestling along with Teddy Hart. There is no excuse for attacking your fellow employee. If it were anyone else, Punk would have been arrested for assault.

Still would have preferred to see a Takeshita match.

[fire-for-you]

5 times gabby didn't realize kelly and matt were dating (and 1 time she did) - PART ONE (REWRITTEN VERSION)

little A/N before we start: yea, this looks a little familiar, but it is a rewritten version of this chapter! I really didn't like the other version, but that is still on my page if you want to read that instead. thanks!

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pairing - m. casey x k. severide

rating - teen and up (unrequited love, implied sexual content, hurt/comfort, minor violence, kidnapping, happy ending)

word count - 955

summary - (I'd say it's pretty self-explanatory) for part one: drunk gabby confesses her feelings

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Casey had been separated from Severide since they arrived at Molly’s. Chief Boden had pulled the Captain into a conversation with Cruz about a recent suspicious fire they were called to, while Severide chatted superficially with his fellow Squad members. Capp was droning on about his latest girlfriend as Tony nodded along, gulping down his beer.

Severide scanned the bar for his boyfriend, recognizing Matt’s dirty blonde hair on the far side by the door to the patio. They made eye contact and a bright smile lit up Matt’s face. Kelly put his head in hand and smirked, admiring the other man’s face and causing him to blush profusely.

For the next hour or so, Kelly would make eye contact intermittently and intensely. Matt finally excused himself from Boden after the conversation faltered and pressed his way through the crowd to sit by the Lieutenant. He was stopped short, however, by Dawson grabbing his arm and pulling him to dance. The bar was rowdy as usual so she raised her voice to demand, “Dance with me!” Drunk and nearing trashed, the brunette was shaking her hips and her arms were in the air as she moved to the music. Uncoordinated and trying to get Casey to move, Dawson sloshed the half-empty drink in her glass over the sides and onto her fingers. “Oh, shhhhoot.” She slurred.

Casey laughed, taking the glass from her and guiding her to the bartop. Sitting her on a chair, he set down the glass where she couldn’t reach it. “Stella!” He called to the woman working and gestured to Dawson. “Would you mind getting Gabby some water? I’m gonna say goodbye to Kelly then take her home.” Stella sighed at her friend, nodded, and grabbed a glass. Casey checked that Dawson was stable on the chair before finally being close to Kelly.

“Hey, babe,” Kelly said, slipping part of his hand into Matt’s when he cuddled into the brunette’s side.

Matt makes a face. “You were staring at me all night and that’s all you have to say?” Kelly grins wickedly, leaning in and cupping his hand around his boyfriend’s ear. He whispers for a long time, telling Matt all the dirty things he wants to do to him.

The dirty blonde only half-focuses on the words as the bar seems to fade away, the feeling of Kelly’s breath on his ear making him shiver. Matt registers ‘pineapple,’ ’bruises,’ and ‘tongue piercing,’ which makes his eyes widen and he punches Kelly in the shoulder. “Oh my god!” The blush on Matt’s face causes Kelly to smirk deeper.

They talk idly for a few minutes about their earlier shift before Matt remembers his promise. “Hey, I’m going to take Gabby home and then I’ll meet you at your apartment later. Maybe we can do some of your… ideas .”

Kelly hums, biting his lip before pulling Matt in for a chaste kiss. “God, I like you,” Kelly whispers before pulling away. The other man smiles bashfully, falling away from him and walking back to the bar.

When Casey returns, Dawson is finished with her water and has calmed down slightly, but she still exclaims, “Casey!” rather loudly when he tries to get her to stand.

“Yeah, hi,Gabby,” He says, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her toward the door. To any on-looking bystanders, these two would look like a cute couple, but any informed friends would see Casey looking at Severide and flushing again when Kelly winks.

In Casey’s truck, Dawson stares out the passenger-side window with half-lidded eyes. “Casey,” She mumbles sleepily.

“Yes?” He asks, turning the wheel in his hands. There’s soft rock playing quietly from the radio, and the occasional car lights pass across their faces.

“I really like you, y’know.” Casey glances at her, worry etched into his expression. “Or I least I used to. I mean, since I met you, all my relationships have been pretty much dumpster fires, because I can’t get over you.” Gabby makes eye contact with him as they near her apartment and she looks more sober than twenty minutes ago.

Casey pulls the truck over to the side of the street in front of her building and opens his mouth. ”Gabby, I-”

“If you’re going to tell me ‘sorry,’ and/or ‘I don’t feel the same way,’ just keep it to yourself. I got it. This doesn’t have to mean anything. I just had to tell you. Once.” And with that, she exits the vehicle after throwing a curt “Good night,” and “Thanks for the ride,” behind her.

Matt idles by the curb for a few moments, running over the past few years of friendship with Dawson in his mind. He’d always suspected, especially after the Christmas party where he had to shut her down gently with a kiss on her cheek.

The dirty blonde is pulled from his thoughts by a ding from his cell phone on the middle seat. It’s a text from Kelly.

You better hurry up or I’m going to start without you. ;)

After a few seconds, a picture pops up after the message. Kelly is sitting shirtless on the couch, a teasing smile on his pretty face and a hand grasping his erect cock through his basketball shorts. Matt sighs, shaking his head as he pulls away from the edge of the street and speeds away.

At Kelly’s apartment door, Matt knocks impatiently, out of breath from the jog up the stairs. The brunette swings open the door with a smirk and immediately pulls his partner in for a kiss.

“The things I���m going to do to you, baby boy,” Kelly whispers against Matt’s lips.

Matt groans as the door clicks shut behind them.

you can also read this story here

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masterlist & other such things

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Chicago Fire masterlist

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| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | (rewritten versions TBD)

[theforgottencrow]

WAIT YOU'RE AN ANGEL HARE FAN??? ... favorite character and season?

Seriously I am so happy, fellow Angel Hare Fan SPOTTED!

Yes!!! Yes I am!! I love Angel hare it’s sort of like a comfort show for me? I dunno how to explain it well sorry- BUT YEAH BIG FAN!!!

Favorite character? I’d have to say it’s tied between Cammy and Zaggy!! I absolutely adore Gabby aswell, she’s more or less my main comfort character from that series.

As for why Cammy is my favorite, I relate to them a bit. What they were trying to achieve and the fact that they were slowly destroying themselves over trying to be perfect in their attempt to help Segen; I know that feeling and that experience so I kinda kin them in a way lol…

And for Zaggy I like how his character was used within the story! How he was written and portrayed as someone the watcher should not fully trust due to his behavior and how he withheld information from Jonah when searching for Gabby. As well as just his overall demeanor and how he progressed the story in season 2.

Now as for favorite season? Gosh that’s hard because both season 1 & 3 hold a special place in my heart <:3

Season one is relatable for me because of the things going on with Jonah and how I relate to those themes with stuff that happened to me as a kid; and It’s especially where Gabby is my comfort character the most TvT

Season 3 is obviously where Cammy is most shown which is one factor of it and the other being just the overall writing of it. How it portrays just how much Cammy was affected by what Jonah did and the aftermath with Segen really just hits different.

sorry for the long ramble :”3

I haven’t been able to talk with anyone about my interest in Angel Hare at all since I joined the fandom quite a while back lol…..

But yeah seeing a fellow Angel hare enjoyer really is exciting!!! If you ever wanna talk more abt it with me weither in DMs or simple Inbox thingys I’d be glad to do so!!!

@a-person-on-the-internet

(tagging u just in case bc sometimes inbox answers don’t notify the person)

[wid0wd]

BLACK WIDOW: FRIEND OR FOE? an extensive portrayal note based on bits of lore and personal interpretation, in continuous update, written by yours truly.

about her past ... nat works in espionage, most of her personal information are classified. unless you were there during any assignments, you wouldn't know about it. generally what is known about her is that she was molded into becoming the perfect spy ( and killer ) for the soviet regimen, then eventually deflected. there are many legends revolving around her life, she will never bother to confirm or deny

natasha romanoff is what she's known as since being affiliated to SHIELD, a façade and identity imposed on her. this is an important detail as it immediately sets the terms of nat's newfound freedom - this is a glorified cage where she does the same things as before, except that they don't sound too bad if affiliated to the "good guys". she clashes a lot with fury at the very beginning because he doesn't shy away from making clear that he wants to use nat's skillset; she's valuable, but ultimately not treated very differently than headmistress would. they do manage to find some common ground eventually. same with hill later on, there's huge respect between them but nat is absolutely aware that maria is somewhat scared of her

on the topic of SHIELD, i generally tend to follow the mcu lore about how nat defected - she crossed paths with clint during a mission, he decided not to kill her and she took a leap of faith and trusted him. he's her longest friendship since moving to the usa, she values him a lot despite their relationship being at times a bit rocky

as i already mentioned, natasha romanoff is the americanised version of what supposedly the new her is ... but nat's journey to find herself again is long and treacherous. there are several layers of conditioning and mind wiping at play, habits beaten into her ( sleeping handcuffed to the bed frame, eating in rations just to mention a couple ) which are a bit harder to kill. reclaiming the identity that has been stolen from her is the crux of nat's characterisation, balancing her russian roots and new life away from what she's always known. she will allow close friends to call her nat or tasha, but otherwise those really close to her would know her as natalia - this is very important and you'll see me use the names interchangeably because while being all one person, natalia and natasha are not the same

nat's memories are tampered with pretty much every comic run, and she goes for long periods of time without remembering people's name or faces from her past. other times she feels like her mind is split in two, blending all true and fake information to the point she loses sense of reality. allegedly tony stark's very expensive memory machine has fixed this problem for good, but honestly i don't think that's entirely true

other fellow widows are considered sisters in the "army brothers" type of way. despite the competitive approach of their upbringing, nat loves them dearly and often risks her own life to keep out of trouble ... whether that works or not is debatable. yelena is the closest thing to family that natalia has left, though she doesn't think of her as a sister in the nuclear sense of the word. logan, laura ( and gabby by extension ) are considered family as well

natalia's marriage to alexei is something she doesn't want to talk about, honestly. only a couple people from her inner circle know about it, and that's pretty much just because alexei made it everyone's problem. i know some people believe wholeheartedly that their marriage was happy, but considering she was brainwashed for most of it and he has the audacity to complain about her wanting to be loved, i can't really bring myself to care. she has forgiven him for what happened, but then again he almost got her killed twice after that apology so ... well. she's not in love with him

on the topic of love, nat is closed off, her heart is protected by walls so high not even her knows where they end anymore. but trying to understand what and who she likes is part of her identity journey - she doesn't label herself, though generally i have her fall under the demiromantic / demisexual spectrum. she tends to make tighter bonds with people who understand her past is complicated and still haunts her, has no time for people who want her to make herself smaller

despite often being part of one, nat prefers to work alone rather than in teams. not everyone keeps up with her double double agent sort of shenanigans, having to overexplains herself is exhausting. she works on contracts, her loyalties always devoted to her closer inner circle

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Navigating With You OGN by Jeremy Whitley and Cassio Ribeiro. Cover by Ribeiro. Out in August.

"A charming POC-led WLW romance where two new friends hit the road in search of the missing volumes of their favorite manga.

Neesha Sparks is a disabled, vocal community activist with a passion for costume design. Gabby Graciana is an optimistic surfer - and, like Neesha, a new kid at school. When the two girls discover that they like the same manga series, Navigator Nozomi, they become more than just fellow new kids. But it was more than just having read the same book series--neither of them had finished it! Soon, they become new friends on a mission - to track down the remaining Navigator Nozomi books. This slice-of-life romance follows the two girls as they adventure across North Carolina to find each book, with their story intercut with the tales of Navigator Nozomi. Neesha and Gabby find more than just the books though-they find acceptance, friendship, understanding, and love."

[angelellipsis-devilofdots]

a long list of songs that remind me of the witcher

okay i started this way too late at night when i was in a witcher mood so here we go, here's a deadass masterlist of some of the songs that remind me of the witcher (some might be a stretch but WHO CARES, not me)

[ SPOILERS AHEAD !! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED ]

ciri

nobody by the crane wives because of her and mistle

little astronaut by aku p

rose by the oh hellos mainly because of the lines "wars are raising for her" but also some other parts, this one is a stretch

take me to war by the crane wives reminds me vaguely of her during the voleth meir possession, but just her in general

run baby run by the rigs

welly boots by the amazing devil can't fully explain why, it just feels right

soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos she's the king, of course

hard times by ethel cain

eat you alive by the oh hellos

jaskier / dandelion

blossoms by the amazing devil season 2 character arc

the old witch sleep and the good man grace by the amazing devil season 2 character arc again

soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos the poet, for obvious reasons

dandelion by gabbie hanna

dear fellow traveler by sea wolf don't know why. it just seems like the kind of situation he'd get into

rule #35 - microphone by fish in a birdcage kind of reminds me of his plot in blood origin? i didn't like that show either i just love him

little lion man by mumford & sons reminds me of season 3 when he has to tell geralt that "ciri" was taken by nilfgaard

rule #2 - moonlight by fish in a birdcage just him being a golden retriever when he hyperfixates on a person

geralt

blood upon the snow by hozier and bear mccreary

soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos as the soldier

the wolf by the crane wives

yennefer

as good a reason by paris paloma

tongues & teeth by the crane wives i don't know it's just? her?? can't articulate it but it's her

burn your village by kiki rockwell well well, if it isn't the embodiment of yennefer of vengerberg

pray by the amazing devil

pretty little things by the crane wives

the horror and the wild by the amazing devil

yenralt

the angel of small death and the codeine scene by hozier

i want to live by borislav slavov

wild blue yonder by the amazing devil

danse macabre by the oh hellos i know it's instrumental but. hear me out. it reminds me of the melange

like real people do by hozier

radskier

rule #7 - angel tango by fish in a birdcage

caesar by the oh hellos (i have zero reasoning other than i've always imagined the song to an animatic of literally any kind of gay betrayal i DONT KNOW WHY its not at all relevant to the song)

no light, no light by florence + the machine

i want to live by borislav slavov

the garden by the crane wives

yennefer and ciri

arsonist's lullabye by hozier

burn your village by kiki rockwell but under different reasoning this time, so hear me out - "i am the vengeful daughter of the witch." In this essay I will

geralt and ciri

everybody wants to rule the world by lorde - or tears for fears since it's the original of course, i just feel like the lorde version is more fitting for the dark & dramatic tone of the witcher

rule #9 - child of the stars by fish in a birdcage

space song by beach house i think just because of the lines "it will take a while to make you smile" and "were you ever lost? was she ever found?" once again, a stretch

jaskier and ciri

inkpot gods by the amazing devil in the sense of their adorable uncle/niece dynamic (i interpret this song in a familial way in most contexts). it could also very well be a geralt and ciri song

that's all i can think of at the moment. i tried to look for geraskier but i couldn't find anything yet. reblog with songs that remind you of the witcher and i'll add them, this list will be updated as i think of more

[epicsforeaters]

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Hellooo welcome to my blog! My name is Gabriella, although I also go by Gabby (she/they, aroace) I'm a 20-year-old art school student with a passion for writing, and I created this blog to connect with other writers and share my stories with people! If you're a writer, I'll follow you back :D

I mainly write thriller stories, and I gravitate toward American gothic settings, queer subtext, religious imagery/critique, morally gray characters, themes of friendship/found family, and gorey, bloody violence. If you can't tell, I'm VERY inspired by Ethel Cain's aesthetic, music, and lore. Also, my favorite author is Donna Tartt!

My current WIP is called Black Sheep (a working title) which features many of the aspects mentioned above. It also revolves around two of my other all-time favorite tropes: cults and cannibalism! I'm very excited about this project and can't wait to share it with ppl!

(I also have an additional short story in the works, although it's not very fleshed out yet!)

For now, I'll be using this blog to share some aesthetics that match my story, but I look forward to sharing lore and info about my OCs as well as snippets of my writing in the near future!

Pls don't hesitate to send asks or message me! I would love to meet some fellow writer friends :)

[lovelygabyjean]

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