#gabe 001.

[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?"

[briebarlow]

starter for: @gabriel-passerini location: the aubrey

More often than Brie cared to admit, she was being dragged into some project her mother had decided to take on -- This time, it had been a charity event she wanted 'feedback' on, which really just meant she wanted to brag to her daughter for an hour and a half, then talk over her anytime she spoke. Needless to say, any interaction with her mother typically soured Brie's mood for the rest of the day. The staff of the Aubrey learned to recognize the look in her eye, opting to steer clear as she moved to leave the building, but a poor bystander managed to end up in her line of fire -- Both literally, and figuratively. As painfully cliche as it is, her tunnel vision has her misstepping, colliding with another body. Nothing detrimental, but enough to pull a frustrated huff from her, annoyance only growing once she lays eyes on the person she'd shoulder checked.

"What are you doing here, Gabriel?" Her tone is accusatory, as if their cleary unexpected run in is deliberate. It's difficult not to be hostile wherever Gabe Passerini is involved -- It's practically her default setting now. It's easier to be angry with him, than it is let herself open that door again. Instead, she takes the easy route: Reprimanding him him for something that wasn't his fault. "Don't you know how to act in public? People are walking here."

[lydsdonovan]

where: mad dog brewery who: @gabriel-knox & lydia donovan

"So, what do you think?" Lydia nervously inquired, almost hiding behind her vodka cranberry as she awaited her cousin's thoughts. She had already made the decision to sell Donovan's Sweets to acquire the old, burnt-down vineyard. Still, she had a couple of days before signing the papers and finalizing everything, so she was seeking the opinions of her trusted friends and family to ensure she was making the right move. Given that Gabe was a fellow business owner, she placed a lot of trust in his judgment. “Is it too ambitious of me to go from this little dinky barkers to this huge wine operation? Am I in over my head? Please be honest, Gabe. Seriously, I can take it.”

[finn-oconnor]

where: high school hallway

who: @gabriel-ramos​

                      Finn hated crowds, he debated leaving and facing the storm just to avoid them but he wouldn’t leave Quinlan and the rest of the family on their own with these idiots. There was no telling who would try to take a shot at one of them thinking they could do some service to the town or something. He was leaned against a wall staring at his phone, when he heard the footsteps approach. Finn was ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off but looked up to see Gabe instead. “Hey brother, welcome to feckin’ hell.” He greeted him with a crooked smile and tired eyes. “When did you get in? Seen Quinlan yet?”

[renatacortes]

where: the troubador

who: @gabriel-miller

They had not spoken much, especially recently. She should have been more sensitive and checked in after what happened to his bandmate. Renata never was known for her sensitive and caring nature, however. Sweet, she could do. She could even do a great job of pretending to care when she had to. In this case she did not need to pretend, Gabriel was not a bad guy and losing a loved one is never something she would wish on anyone. Nor would she relish in that pain they were feeling. She was also not the type to reach out or send more than a couple messages of sympathy. Hearing the rumors he was dating Brie did concern her, however. Renata was not so egotistical to think it had anything to do with her or their brief affair years before. However she could not help worrying he was on a bad decision tour with the choice then wondered if she could use it for her own advantage in some way.

All that was why when she spotted him at the Troubadour she made her way over with a friendly smile painted on her glossy pink lips. "Gabe? Darling I thought that was you, I could recognize those lavish locks anywhere." His hair was quite the feature after all. Despite the siren effects of his voice, it was one of the things she still found uniquely attractive about him. Mostly it had been his status, though. Fame would always be the hottest thing until Renata had equal or more of her own. "How are you doing? We should catch up. Come on let me get you a drink, you're not too busy right now are you?" She extended a slender arm and bejeweled hand for him to take.

[samarmando]

who: @ravensrevcnge (gabe) where: sugar & spice frozen delights

Sam shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe an earthquake hit the town." He dipped his spoon into his ice cream, his eyes on Gabe. "Emily told me it was pretty bad, and now Mirage is closed because of it?" He took a bite, savoring the cold sweetness before swallowing. Looking at Gabe with genuine concern, he asked, "Are you okay? Did anything happen to you? Were you hurt?"

[ofwrxth]

+ GABE / INFIRMARY, TOWN HALL NOV. 11

Taliah moves around the infirmary, careful despite her newly bandaged and slung arm. The wound caused by a wolfs-bane coated bullet still smarts but less with medical attention. She knows some others from their group are being brought to the infirmary after check in and decides to wait for them. The guy checking people in mentioned something about taking names down and getting back to them so she'd given her brothers names, and her cousins, Danny and Azize's family too. It's been a while since she's been part of such a thorough process, but she tells herself not to get her hopes up. Hawk and Bear might want to move on and she needs to think of how best to stay put, to split off despite technically being in their debt still.

Thoughts swirl around her restless mind as she waits, free hand ghosting over some supplies she sees set up for the next patient. Her hand hovers over some bandages, picking them up to consider if it's worth taking when she hears the door to the infirmary swing open. Clutching the bandages tighter now, Taliah spins, hand behind her back. Any well-formed, at-the-ready remark about being grateful for their hospitality or when are the others coming through die on her lips when she sees who's standing in the doorway. @manybcdthings

[waywardfeathered]

@collidingxworlds said: “ you’re not alone, okay? not anymore. i’m right here with you. ” [[ inbox call: from this meme || Gabriel! Not sure about the timeline? Could be somewhere before Gabriel's "death" in season 5, or something set later either season 13 (but my Gabriel is canon dive, so some stuff changes in my portrayal compared to canon) or a canon div where he shows up (to Cas) earlier than he does in the show? ]]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒    /    ACCEPTING ↷

Cas inhales, as if to say something, but remains silent for a few, long minutes. How the act of drawing in breath can hurt... & for a being who does not even need to breathe. This vessel has become more real than his celestial form, for Castiel; complete with his emotions living in his flesh, his sorrow in the sharp intake of air.

❝ How can you say that to me? After everything? ❞    he replies, finally. He means to sound demanding, but the words come out just sad.

There’s a desperate part of him that feels so young (even though he’s never been young); he may be ageless, but  Gabriel is still his big brother.  Someone he used to... someone he’s always looked up to. He doesn’t think he’d be who he is, without Gabriel’s influence. It feels like several lifetimes ago, before he left Heaven. And look at them now... the both of them, outcasts. Cas yearns to have the companionship and acceptance of even just one of his siblings, but even though Gabriel leaving Heaven all those millenia ago, and more recently, faking his own death, wasn’t about him leaving Castiel, specifically... He’s always felt abandoned, and now he also feels betrayed. He has no right to, not logically, but...

❝ It does not matter. ❞    He stares hard into the horizon. How can he let himself hope? Better to assume Gabriel is going to leave when he’s had enough. Worse, maybe this seeming kindness is a falsehood to begin with, a trick.

[pathlit]

he has long since settled into a familiar stance, weight even and arms crossed before him. it permits him to stand immobile, save for the rise and fall of his chest, for prolonged periods of time. to let thoughts drift, scheme. to take apart and put together pieces until they form something useful to him. he can do so, elsewhere. amongst his private collection where he can learn from others more masterful than he. in his ready room with known locations of starfleet ships and klingon vessels alike in hand.

this place, however, which carries all of their hopes, remains a mystery to him. his general understanding of the science behind it does not afford him the tools to remedy its woeful, continued uselessness. not that their resident expert has proven more successful, a fact that never ceases to provoke gabriel to impatience. and meanwhile, death tolls rise.

the door slides open behind him, yet he moves no further than to tip his head sideways such that from the very edges of his vision he might pick out features. the soft bark of laughter which escapes his lips is less amused and more scathing as he returns his gaze to its former blank, fixed point before him. ❛ I suppose I shouldn't be surprised lieutenant stamets is careless enough to permit you in here without supervision. ❜ for a moment, his eyes narrow, and he adds, ❛ in the middle of the night. ❜

⤷ ✧ @auroradicit for vera because these two...

[aercnaut-deader-than-lee]

LET ME OUT OF NEW BLOG JAIL I HAVE THINGS TO DO >:(

[curseofbreadbear]

@securitybreachdd ( continued from here! )

[At last, SAFETY. These offices tended to be more of a nuisance than anything else ( Gregory was half-expecting an alarm to blare once the door slammed behind them ), but for now, they were secure. He just had to pray that neither of them would trigger any actual security measures in their brief time here. The last thing they needed was to hopelessly defend themselves from even more animatronics, all with limited power.]

[Now that both of them had caught their breath ( after the mad dash that was dragging his brother here ), Gabriel started to question Gregory. How could he have possibly known where his twin was? Easy -- he didn't.]

[His entire search had been fruitless and panicked up until this point; he'd been running blind, relying on his access to the cameras and any potential trails his twin might have left behind. He'd suspected all manner of things, from that security guard kidnapping him to one of the animatronics killing him -- that left the possibilities wide open, and it also left Gregory as a bundle of nerves until now. It seemed like he would never reach his brother in time; it seemed inevitable that something terrible would happen, and it would be all his fault for being stubborn.]

❝ I, um -- I don't know. You have no idea how long I've been looking for you. I think this was just a lucky guess... ❞ [And thank goodness for that. If Gregory hadn't shown up, who knows what would have happened??]

[Speaking of which -- Gabriel gasped, reminding Gregory of the cinematic masterpiece he'd skipped out on out of concern for his twin's safety. Of course, it didn't matter now. Gregory couldn't care LESS about what was supposed to be the horror movie of the decade -- he only cared about making sure his brother was okay! Frankly, he was upset that Gabe would think that movie was STILL his priority, but...then again, their earlier argument had gotten pretty heated. They'd thrown some nasty words at each other, and even gone their separate ways, both of which were rare for the two of them.]

❝ Who cares about a stupid movie!? I was worried about you, Gabe! I thought you might be -- ❞ [He cut himself off and took a breath. Don't finish that thought. Don't scare him -- he's been through enough already.] ❝ ...Are you okay? ❞

[aercnaut-archived]

GALAXY BRAIN TIME: lee doesn't know his extended family because, on his dad's side, his paternal grandfather is just as bad and was cut off and his paternal grandmother is a witch (he does not know her name, just a vague idea of what clan she might belong to) and never had contact with his mom's side because scoresby senior made sure to cut them off after lee was born

[heartrendcrs]

SEND ME A ✐ FOR A RANDOM SENTENCE STARTER FROM MY MUSE @knivesdrcwn

❛ I’m hungry. Let’s get a taco. ❜ He smells like ash and roast pork. Both of them know the later is something a lot darker than Sunday dinner. Chase is an odd person. For the longest time only his brother Crash would abide by him. Money made his bizare behaviors tolerable: until they didn't anymore. His arsonist tendencies landing him here, finding friends amongst the murderers and thieves. Since arriving here, he's become more personable. The arsonist puppy, the fire-dog. Terms of affection for the playful cleaner. How a person can be unflinching in such work, and yet just want a simple taco with a friend: is a question for someone with more degrees than sense. Right now though, he's just considering if he wants chicken or beef.

[emupowell]

Emily laughed at Gabe's thoughtful comment, nodding in agreement. "Right? Snorlax knew what was up. Honestly, I would give anything for a sanctioned nap time these days. Life was so much simpler when all we had to worry about was getting enough sleep and snack time."

As they stepped up to the game, she smiled at his chuckle, sensing a bit of nostalgia in his tone. "I knew you had some arcade experience besides just working here," she said with a playful grin. "Don't worry, it'll come back to you. Muscle memory is a powerful thing." She selected her character, glancing at him with a competitive glint in her eyes. "But just so you know, I will try very hard to go easy on you. I take my gaming seriously," she teased, her fingers already hovering over the controls in anticipation. "Ready when you are, baby!"

"Snorlax knew long before we ever did..." Gabriel spoke thoughtfully, as if coming upon some sort of revelation. "Kids should really learn to appreciate him - and sanctioned nap time." What Gabe wouldn't give to have allotted nap time these days - though he supposed in some ways he was fortunate that he didn't have your classic 9-5 job anymore. It meant he made essentially minimum wage at the arcade while he figured things out, but it could be worse.

"Okay, you know what - I respect that," he chuckled lightly as they stepped up to the game and started it up. He watched the opening screens, setting up at the second player controller and keys. "Um, actually yeah. Here and there. Used to be a favorite with my friends back when I was a kid at our local arcade. We'll see if it all comes back..." His voice trailed off a bit as he went about choosing a character, trying to remember some good strategies.

[ask-lab-rats]

A little explanation-

Lab Rats is a human au where Cobs has created 14 specimen as test subjects. Basically a "created in a lab" au. Some have powers relating to their objects, while some of them don't. Unlike Cobs and his family, the subjects have object names such as OJ, Taco, etc.

TW overall for: swearing, torture, abuse, experiments, and general hospital stuff (Ex: needles)

You can ask these characters at the moment:

OJ - 001

Taco - 002

Paper - 003

Pickle - 004

Bow - 005

Marshmallow - 007

Bomb - 008

Paintbrush - 009

Salt - 010

Lightbulb - 011

Pepper - 012

Balloon - 013

Nickel - 014

Knife - 015

Baseball - 016

More will be added as the story progresses. [Powers]

You can ask them anything! Just no inappropriate asks because most the characters are around 11 years old :)

And for funsies, I'll tell you Cobs family aka his bio children.

His oldest and only daughter, Apple Cobs - 20 yrs. Shes in college.

Middle child and oldest son, Gabe Cobs (3Gs) - 18 yrs. Just joined the military.

And the youngest, twins Michael and Shawn Cobs (mephone4 + 4s) - 11 yrs.

You can ask them stuff too if you want. But they're kinda busy.

You can also ask the doctors/staff (and others)

Dr. Parker (Cabby)

Dr. Spoon (Silver Spoon)

Dr. Berry (Blueberry)

Tessa Thomas (Testtube)

Finley Harrison (Fan)

Carmen Spoon (Candle)

Asks are open!

For the askers

You guys are just normal people on the internet reading about these unfortunate children. You don't really have any special powers. You can still try if u want but it probably won't end how u want.

Be nice and be patient plz I promise I will get to everything

Fanart is always welcome!

Now about me, the creator!

I go by she/her go check out my main acc @dicediceking

@dicedice69 , @babygirls-alt-acc and @ask-ii-bfdi-shipkiddos are also me. I don't post on the 1st one, the 2nds my reblog acc, and the last is my other ask blog

There will only be ships with the older characters that I plan on adding later.

I apologize if some are out of character. I'm only human. I will also add in a few headcanons.

You can ask me any question u want too (but nothing inappropriate, I'm a minor ok)

CreatorNotes are when I'm ooc. Any post without tags will also be ooc

Inspirations

[mattivray]

⠀ ⠀  ⋆ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ ⠀  𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ╱ composições originais de matilda ray rosenthal . ੭

         𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. matilda sempre foi conectada a escrita. ela sempre adorou a ideia de ter diários e escrever tudo o que podia sobre o mundo neles. para uns blogs, para outros amigos a quem nem sempre se devia contar tudo ― para ela papel reciclado, canetas coloridas e post-its com notas de rodapé que a maioria das vezes incluía pensamentos súbitos. por um período, na adolescência, ela se conectou com a música ( através de um clube de coral no ensino médio ) e arriscou postar alguns vídeos online, cantando covers de artistas que admirava, mas ela nunca aparecia em tela. era apenas a voz, colagens de imagens temáticas e um nome falso: ella, tal qual fitzgerald, uma das favoritas de sua mãe. a coragem de assumir a paixão por cantar veio do acampamento ― e da influência de um grupo de semideuses que, junto com ela, formavam o ungodly hour, uma banda no maior estilo fundo de garagem, atração nas festinhas clandestinas do acampamento e certamente #1 para quem adora se reconhecer nas dores de cotovelo, corações partidos e mentes voláteis dos outros.

         𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘆 : a tracklist de canções a seguir são tomadas de artistas reais e utilizadas dentro da dinâmica do jogo como canções originais de matilda, com possíveis colaborações de membros da banda. caso haja alguma composição que corresponda com a de fcs utilizados no rpg e o mesmo pretenda usar para desenvolvimento próprio basta entrar em contato para comunicar.

         💔 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 .

          001. love is embarrassing 🅴 ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) a música tem como inspiração uma das primeiras relações amorosas de mattie, no mundo mortal, no ensino médio; de fragmentos recolhidos do diário e mais algumas desilusões amorosas ao longo do caminho, a canção surgiu, durante um dos ensaios da banda.

         002. lacy ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) inicialmente se tratava de uma poesia, até ela encontrar os acordes certos e transformar numa canção que ainda não mostrou para ninguém. a música tem com inspiração a adoração platônica que matilda desenvolveu por giselle voight ( @vcight ).

         003. baby ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) a canção não chegou a ser concluída, mas foi escrita entre uma e outra, após o término entre matilda e gabriel ertois. houveram fases de reações referente ao ocorrido e no momento em que escreveu esses versos ela ainda estava dividida entre a mágoa e a culpabilidade direcionada a gabe ( @ertois ).

         004. rock bottom ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal & gabriel ertois ) após encontrar algum termo de paz e confortabilidade após o término, matilda e gabriel retornaram a ser o que eram antes, amigos; e para além disso, parceiros de arte. ela apareceu com parte da música escrita e mostrou para ele, que complementou com alguns versos e transforaram em algo do qual era é totalmente apaixonada desde então.

         005. bad idea, right? 🅴 ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) inicialmente era para ser uma brincadeira. era uma noite qualquer e mattie estava contando seus segredos para uma das amigas, como o fato de ter chegado ao ponto de ter recaídas com o ex namorado. a amiga disse "você deveria escrever sobre isso!" e ela imaginou why not ? talvez realizar que haviam mais pessoas que tropeçam em más ideias fosse reconfortante.

         006. amelie ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) assim como lacy, essa canção não necessariamente ganhou vida como uma canção. matilda apenas começou a escrever fragmentos dela logo em seguida ao primeiro encontro que teve com aurora elysius, num verão do acampamento. elas compartilharam todo o verão juntas, até o verão acabar e tudo desaparecer no seguinte. ela finalizou o que havia começado a escrever, para tentar externalizar a confusão que sentiu com aquilo. ( @stcnecoldd ).

         🪞 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 .

         007. mess it up ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) numa sessão de reflexões, a música surgiu, entre pensamentos de sua própria culpa em relação ao que deu errado na última relação séria que teve.

         008. all american b 🅴 ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal & willhelmina parrish ) chame de sessão de descarrego, mas quando mattie começou a compor essa, ela estava em sua energia mais raivosa possível. juntou com mina para complementar a veia caótica do que queria expressar, sobre as expectativas e a personificação feminina que observava, fosse dentro ou fora do acampamento ( @willeminas ).

         009. jealousy, jealousy ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) pegue uma garota insegura e uma escola preparatória cheia de mortais fúteis e que acreditam que o ápice dos anos de escola são resumidos em dar voltas em carros caros e ficar de amassos com o cara do time de futebol debaixo da arquibancada. mattie nunca sentiu que pertencia e por certo tempo aquilo a encheu de inveja, por querer pertencer, ser normal; ou anormal, para os padrões básicos do ensino médio e não do tipo "meu pai é um deus olimpiano". ela escreveu essa música depois de levar um pé na bunda ao convidar um cara para o baile.

         010. brutal 🅴 ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) hormônios, aflição e a divisão entre passar nas provas e não ser perseguida por um monstro aos dezessete anos. mattie uniu tudo o que havia de mais angsty nessa fase e pôs num papel ― e até que se orgulha disso.

         ❤️‍🩹 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 .

         011. i wish ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) uma carta aberta sobre o luto que enfrentou com a perda da mãe, quando precisou ser cuidada pelos avós, os guardiões legais dela após o falecimento da mãe.

         012. willow ٫ ໋ ( composição de matilda rosenthal ) mattie escreveu essa com as madrinhas em mente, a conexão que viu entre elas, as mulheres do pensionato em rhode island, que eram as melhores amigas de sua mãe e ajudaram em sua criação.