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[night-market-if]

Gabriel - Homecoming

This week on Patreon, enjoy the MC coming home after a long time away and how their RO's treat the situation. Join our workaholic Gabriel and him trying to battle getting home to his Night.

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[harbormaster]

Just finished book one of The Night Market and started the wip for book 2.

I'm fine...every- everything is fine. 🥺

[prettyandsarcastic]

A couple things I want from Book Two of The Night Market (@night-market-if ) because I've had brainrot on and off since finishing book one.

Spoilers if you haven't finished Book One.

• a gut wrenching scene of our MC clawing their way out of their own grave, fueled by rage and pain and heartbreak. And the visceral description of them making their way back to Hazel's or Gabriel's or Bella's, staggering through crowded streets like some eldritch being

• a scene where we see a lone raven keeping watch over the unmarked grave

• a new scar in the center of our MC's chest from where their ribs were literally ripped open and all the RO's crushing reactions to it.

• Milo knowing exactly when our MC wakes up because the Night Market seems to pause, take a breath, the laterns become almost impossibly bright for a moment and the air fills with the smell of gravedirt

• our MC having always known where Milo was hiding (if he's been hiding in the market) because our MC is The Night Market and there's nowhere he could truly hide. And one day he comes back to his hideaway to find them sitting at his table.

[rayplaysif]

Artfight attack 18: Maeryn (+Gabriel) for @wrymbloods

Gabriel belongs to @night-market-if

[paperbugzz]

This is Gaberiel and my mc Zephyr

From the game @night-market-if it’s really cool

[mooreaux]

Cleaning out my wip folder pt 2 night market and homeland sketches of me and @night-market-if s ocs

Don’t tag as your own/use

[wrymbloods]

gabriel and maeryn (my mc) from @night-market-if 💗

[voidwarlock-studios]

“Gabriel lay on his back, drenched in sweat and sea, black wings spread out beneath him in twisted and bent shapes—Naked, wearing only the sea, he began to shake, his cries echoing out like a wounded animal.”

-The Night Market by Zinnia Demitasse @night-market-if

I’m a little rough with backgrounds but I really needed to see this scene come to life. Its been in my head for days. Beautiful writing.

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Fear is in the Mind (And Also in the Heart)

Well, it’s safe to say The Night Market is my current hyperfixation. (Along with like...one other IF and a visual novel.) I was feeling some hurt/comfort again, and I dare not psychoanalyze myself, so instead have this piece I wrote. It’s free therapy. For me.  Featuring Spark, my Gabrielmancer, and the angel himself. The- not the archangel, Gabriel from the- okay. Anyway, here you go.  https://archiveofourown.org/works/43683813

[melusinedreams]

Title: Strange Trails

Night Market Western AU inspired by collaborative chatter in the discord.

Features an unspecified MC and Gabriel as the Sheriff

The jingle of keys announce his arrival but you don’t move. Hat over your eyes, laid out on the bench. It’s not the worst place you’ve ever slept, probably. Doesn’t feel like it at any rate and that’s good enough for you.

The click of the key in the lock, on the other, well, that warrants a glance and you do, tipping the hat just far enough to watch the cell door swing open, the sheriff’s boots standing squarely on the other side.

You let your eye travel up his dark clad legs, past the gun on his hip and the badge on his chest. The glint of tin in the afternoon light glowing like gold.

“You’re free to go,” he says, the words clipped like they’re delivered reluctantly, but firm and clear. The sheriff seems like a man who puts a lot of weight in his word.

You lay there for another few seconds, considering. You’ve got nowhere to go. You don’t even know where you came from before this. Just a vague impression of somewhere back east.

Must have hit your head harder than you thought when the gentleman pushed you into the cellar. Everything before that is a haze of dust and noise.

Still, you reckon at the very least you owe him a thank you kindly. Might be without him you wouldn’t have made it into town at all.

“Ms Malady at the saloon has rooms for rent if you need somewhere to stay,” he adds, his eyes fixed on the floor like it pains him to offer you anything.

You sit up at last, swinging your feet around to carry you upright, dusting off your hat before you settle it back on your head. “And my gun?”

The sheriff’s eyes narrow, gleaming silver in the dying day. “We can collect it before you leave.”

As you stand, stretching, savoring the moment before you’re once again free, you consider what to do next. You pause in the door, studying him as carefully as he’s studying you.

“I’m not here to make trouble,” you say slowly, carefully. You try to put some heft into your words to match his earnest. “I didn’t plan to get caught in that storm.”

“No one plans to get caught,” he answers, but something in his eyes seems to have shifted. They feel a touch softer than the granite they were this morning as he leads you to his desk to get back your Quilt 45. They don’t make guns like this anymore and you’d be sorry as hell to lose it in something as simple as bad luck.

“That’s a fine weapon,” he says, escorting you to the door as you sheath it on your hip.

“My granny’s before mine.”

He nods up the main road. “The inn is that way. Ms. Malady will see to you.”

“Fella I met on my way in,” you start, gesturing to your head, “one who helped me into the Albright’s cellar, know where I can find him?”

“Describe him,” the sheriff orders. He has that way. All his statements were orders when they came from behind that badge.

“Didn’t get the best look at him under the circumstances.”

The sheriff thinks for a moment. “If you leave word at the inn that you’re searching for him, I’m sure he’ll come forward. The Night Market isn’t a large town. Someone will know they’re responsible.”

As you step off the porch it occurs to you that you got a good look at his hand. “He had a funny ring. Big one. I could see it through the haze.”

The sheriff’s face does something complicated and suddenly the softness is gone. In its place is that hard suspicion from before. “You hit your head quite hard, didn’t you? You must be mistaken. You should see a doctor if you have the means.”

The two of you stare for a long moment and you consider how to respond.

You know what you saw on his hand. You might not remember much but you remember that.

“Safe travels,” he says with finality. Get out of my town, he leaves unsaid but still felt. Still heard.

“Have a good day, sheriff.”

Pt. II

[soranatus]

Gotham’s Finest Family & Friends By freelance illustrator, Gabriel Larragán

[night-market-if]

I absolutely love love love Gabriel. I love that man, I adore him, he's beautiful, he's gorgeous, he's everything. I have sparkly heart eyes everytime I see him. I love gushing over him 🥰😍

I just wrote Chapter Four.

I'm sorry.

[night-market-if]

Everything is of course fine. :)

Just finished book one of The Night Market and started the wip for book 2.

I'm fine...every- everything is fine. 🥺

[paperbugzz]

~Cloths swap~

I don’t think Gabe is seeing that Zephyr is doing an impression at the moment of being drawn.

[twost3ps]

I don't think imma do much with it but mama mia au with Adam as Donna with Lucifer, Micheal and Gabe as the 3 ex lovers. I was thinking maybe Cain be Sophie?? Lilith and Eve could be Tanya and Rosie. How does the baby happen? Idk and idgaf

I’m not assigning exact roles to the brothers cuz I wanna leave an air of mystery of who is who. This would realistically be a human au but I think just a slightly different version of the hellaverse could work to

Also I didn’t feel like humanizing the brothers so yeah 👍 🧍

Also have some Adam and his kids. In a human au he’s the manager of the hotel Eden on the island Puragtory??? (Bro idk) Once the lead guitarist of the band, (to be determined title), he gave up stardom to raise Cain. He eventually would have 2 other children, Abel and Seth who were surrogate but Adam isn’t sure who Cain dad is lol.

It gets better because he didn’t know that Mike, Luci and Gabe were triplets so when they reunite for Cains wedding and see each other for the first time they’re all confused. Also I think it makes it harder to determine the father now. Considering that theyre siblings, they aren’t exactly too sure until a DNA test would be taken because any of Cains traits just boil down to the Morningstar genetics.

[voidwarlock-studios]

Very very inspired by Kaiba’s opening for this one. Gabriel’s route is ripping my emotions apart so I needed to draw some angst. Would like to also draw a full ref of my mc soon!

Check out @night-market-if if you want a good interactive fiction game with well-written characters! Highly recommend it!