#Thread: Gabriel

[radicalrascals]

@etxrnaleclipse for the assorted question prompts

didn't we agree to do this together? (Steven to Eve)

"You had a concussion, and a lovely partner to nurse you back to health. I can deal with an investigation on my own. Doesn't mean I prefer it, though. Besides, most of it was just a waste of time. Dead ends left and right. But once we got the lab results in, we were back in the game. You'll love this; here." She handed Steven a mugshot of a young, vaguely familiar looking man. "The fingerprints on your gun, beside your own, belong to a Gabriel Luis Herrán. Born in Mendota, California to Chilean immigrants. Orphaned when he was nine, got separated from his older brother, passed around like a hot potato in the foster care system. It's almost textbook material. Kid turned to petty crime. Shoplifting, mostly. Then he gets older, and bolder. Until he's twenty-two and just suddenly poof. He vanishes. Perhaps he's left the country. That photo there is his last mugshot from around twenty years ago. What's even more interesting is, that because you reported that burning car, the forensics team had a chance to analyse it. They found a used epipen and a whole fucking lot of blood. Whose you may ask? Our very own Theo Matos, who's still in hospital recovering from being stabbed after he thwarted a b&e. If you ask me, Herrán has come a long way from being a shoplifting kid. He's grown into a very dangerous man."

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@hiddenpxpercuts continued from here because beta editor

"He really is an asshole. I think we should get out of here then. I don't want to be around him anymore. If not, I'm going to end up jinxing him and risking getting in some sort of trouble."

[radicalrascals]

When has this ever worked?! You goddamn idealistic heart-of-gold idiot. Gabriel shook his head - to himself, evidently, as he was hiding from sight with his back against the wall and his hands clutching his gun like his life depended on it. Well, perhaps not Gabriel's life, but Diego's.

"Si, claro. So you can gun me down sin problemas, eh?!" No, he wouldn't. Gabriel knew he wouldn't. He'd do something far worse: see him for who he really was. "I don't trust cops!"

Cont. from @radicalrascals || Steven and Gabriel (x)

Steven slowly walked forwards, however jumped back behind a wall when he heard the gunshot, the bullet pinging off a nearby wooden doorframe and sending splinters of wood flying around. When the heavily accented voice shouted out at him, he clenched his jaw; his understanding of Spanish was very limited, but he knew that whatever the man had yelled at him would not have been pleasant.

"Can't do that. Sorry." Steven replied, slowly rounding the corner and aiming his gun once more. "Just come out slowly, hands where I can see them, and we can talk about this."

[theywereroomies]

[visceralprayers]

it wouldn't be too complicated to bring her back, he knew that, but that didn't calm his rage any, it didn't hurt any less to know his daughter had died at the hands of men. pathetic men. gabriel planned to destroy that town and everything in it, he would settle for no less. they arrived days later, the smell of smoke still hung in the air. gabriel climbed from the carriage and stopped, offering his hand to kieran as his eyes remained latched on a smouldering pile of ash on the ground. still burning. his jaw clenched as he looked to his child, " they will pay. " @wailingbones

[morendodifame]

" ain't my first rhodeo, " he grunted, stroking his hand along the animal's fair, " ain't the first cow I've bought for my son, " gabe added, " you think they'll like it? " he leaned back against the fence. he was only a little thing, not quite yet fully grown but not bound to get much bigger-- miniature, by very definition.

[emirabalik]

“Well can’t drink when you’re dead so why not” She said as took down a shot. “Or with familiar company. What if it’s someone we trust or maybe I should just avoid people all together?” It always crossed her mind was the person an enemy or someone she considered family. “Don’t party too hard you aren’t 16 anymore.”

status: open

event: 4th July party

"Cheers to unity, freedom and the town council constantly insisting we have celebrations when there's a serial killer on the run," Gabriel toasted sarcastically, raising his glass in the air. He'd been to enough events now to know there was a pattern. Something always happened, right at the moment everyone least expected it. "Look after yourself tonight okay? No hiding in dark corners with strange company.'

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

(To the archangels and God) Is there anything you wish you had said to Lucifer before the apple incident ?

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

⚠️ GORE BLOOD BAD ⚠️

“This was my choice, my evil doing 'Cause I died inside when you stop moving

Oh I'm, I'm, I'm a terrible person Inside, side, side the evil lurks within my Mind, mind, mind, I'm breaking slowly I'll fix your living scars, I just went too far”

Something something a dog that play-fights until it rips the other puppies open

[grcveyacd]

“ careful, ophelia is going to think you like me more than her. “ he teases, taking a long swig from his beer. “ where is she anyway? she didn’t already ditch you, did she? “ // @angelsdvsts

[radicalrascals]

Gabriel Herrán, or as his latest partners got to know the thief: Diego Alvarez sat perched on the edge of the chair, his back stiff but his expression carefully arranged into something just shy of desperation. The tension in the air was suffocating, but Diego couldn't afford to crumble. Not now. "Rey," he began, his voice cracking just enough to sound sincere. He swallowed hard and forced a shaky laugh, raising his hands slightly, palms out. "C'mon, man. You don't wanna do that."His eyes darted toward the gun but quickly flicked back to Rey's face, as if to say we're friends, right?

Diego exhaled, letting his shoulders slump as if in defeat, though his mind raced. "Okay, okay, fine. You caught me." He leaned forward slightly, his voice softening. "But think about it. They've got too much, Rey. Enough to drown in. They won't even notice. But if I could get more... if we worked together..." His voice gained momentum, taking on a persuasive rhythm. "You get a cut, they stay happy, and nobody's the wiser." He leaned back slightly, the chair creaking as he tried to appear casual despite the sheen of sweat on his brow. "You're too smart to waste your time babysitting their cash. Let me do the dirty work. All risk, no trouble for you."

ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ: m/f/nb ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ: surprise me ᴍᴜꜱᴇ: Rey Kumar; the trickster

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you’ve been stealing from me?” His voice drops to a low growl, each word slow and deliberate, as his dark eyes lock onto the other sitting across the table. The metal of the gun feels cold in his rough hands, and he shifts it casually from one palm to the other, its weight more of a warning than a real threat. “But here’s the thing,” he continues, his gaze sharpening, the air thickening with menace. “When you steal from me, you’re also stealing from men much more powerful than me.” He lets the words linger, the tension building. “And those men? They don’t take kindly to being short on cash.” He leans forward just slightly, his voice dropping even further. “So why don’t you give it back—before anyone else starts noticing.”

[radicalrascals]

Open: A stand-off at a dingy motel between the police and a criminal / criminals. Where does your muse stand? Or throw one in for each side Looking for: cops, negotiators, dirty cops / undercover criminals helping the criminals from the outside, criminals, unfortunate hostages, etc; in case of romance f35+ for Paulo, m40+ for Gabriel Muses: Paulo Almeida, federal police inspector | fc: Selton Mello & Gabriel Herrán, thief & con-man | fc: Pedro Pascal

Delegado Paulo "Colmilho" Almeida crouched behind the rusted hood of a squad car, his binoculars trained on the dilapidated motel where their target had holed up.

The flickering neon sign buzzed, casting an eerie glow over the scene. He lowered the binoculars, his eyes cold and calculating, and he muttered: "We've got ourselves a classic standoff. Scum with more bullets than brains, and a motel that looks like it's seen better days—if it ever had any."

Inside the motel, Gabriel Herrán cursed under his breath as he checked his gun, the dim, flickering light of the room casting sinister shadows on the peeling wallpaper.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and grim determination. "A botched heist, a rundown dump for cover, and the fucking cops outside like a wolf at the door. Perfect. Just perfect...!"

[wordsofhoneydew]

i love how interactive tzp is on social media with his fans, but babyboy please be careful on twitter….

[aarinxduskin]

starter for @gabrielxpierce

location: cobblestone cafe

Aarin had never considered working anywhere else once she started working at Cobblestone Cafe. Considering she felt like Stevie's sister, being best friends and all, working at the family owned business was an honor. Even with the fast approaching wedding, Aarin had not taken much time off, it wasn't in her nature. She had been refreshing a few tables when she spotted Gabriel. The two had grown up together, but she knew that memories prior to his return to Kismet Harbor were lacking. "Hi Gabriel," she greeted with a warm smile, "You doing okay? Can I get you a refill on anything?"

[radicalrascals]

Some nights were just divine. The adrenaline rush from a recent break in still making his heart beat out a samba, pockets full of cash that wasn't his to begin with, all the alcohol in the world to celebrate. Everything was exactly how Gabriel Diego had imagined it, but once his hunt for a seat to rightfully enjoy his celebratory cocktail was successful, he realised there was always something better to strive for.

"So soon? The night's only just begun," Diego sat down, straddling the chair and began nursing his drink. Yeah, he had everything he wanted. But the moment he set eyes on the handsome stranger, his heart ached. He didn't have everything. He had no one to celebrate with. "What's your poison? Your next drink's on me."

A starter because I cannot wait || @radicalrascals || Steven and Gabriel Diego

It had been a rather long day for Steven and really, all he had wanted to do was go home and sleep, but his team had other ideas. It was Geri's birthday and alcohol was apparently the only way to celebrate, and so the detective found himself dragged down to the local bar for some celebratory drinks. He was sat on a stool alone, nursing the near-empty glass from his first drink as he glancing to the clock behind the bar, wondering when would be too soon to make his excuses and leave. He was about to get up when he felt a presence next to him, causing him to turn and see a dark haired stranger.

"Oh, you can have this seat if you want." Steven said, a small smile on his lips. "I'm about to head off."

[nomadjones]

closed for: @is-it-gabriel

where: sea shanty

"What's the weirdest interaction you've had on the clock?" Dallas asks, his focus half on Gabe and half on wiping away the buffalo sauce residue on his fingers with a napkin, seeking out a side of gossip with the wings he was working his way through. "Can you tell me that or is it classified?"