#gabriel seems almost reasonable yeah?

[wisteria-lodge]

JK Rowling & the Color Pink

So I'm working on a thing about queer coding in the Harry Potter books... and first I needed to do a sidebar on how the color pink is used. I’ve made a list of every time a character either wears pink, or is heavily associated with a pink object. We actually get some pretty clear categories that are unintentionally very revealing, and say a lot about how JKR sees "girly" femininity.

Let’s start off with the obvious: 

PINK = VILLAIN (FEMME) 

Petunia Dursley: “salmon-pink cocktail dress," "neat salmon-colored coat." Also paints her walls "a sickly peach color."

Gilderoy Lockhart: “lurid pink robes to match the decorations” 

Pansy Parkinson: “very frilly robes of pale pink” 

Rita Skeeter: “long nails were painted shocking pink” 

Aunt Muriel: “feathery pink hat gave her the look of a bad-tempered flamingo.” 

(Aunt Muriel only shows up briefly at Bill and Fleur’s wedding, but then proceeds to insult pretty much every other character, and give Harry an existential crisis by spilling the tea on Dumbledore)

Dolores Umbridge: “a horrible pink Alice band that matched the fluffy pink cardigan.” 

(Also: has pink stationary, and her pamphlet MUDBLOODS and the Dangers They Pose to a Peaceful Pure-Blood Society has a pink cover) 

Cho Chang

(Okay. Not a villain per se, BUT. Cho is the reason the mole gets into the DA in the books (and just is the mole in the films.) And given that she is a sort of Umbridge-aligned sub villain in book 5, at least structurally... it IS interesting that the place she brings Harry for a date has this very pink, Umbridge-coded description. 

It was a cramped, steamy little place where everything seemed to have been decorated with frills or bows. Harry was reminded unpleasantly of Umbridge’s office. “Cute, isn’t it?” said Cho happily. “Er . . . yeah,” said Harry untruthfully. “Look, she’s decorated it for Valentine’s Day!” said Cho, indicating a number of golden cherubs that were hovering over each of the small, circular tables, occasionally throwing pink confetti over the occupants.

Fleur Delacour: “[her wand] emitted a number of pink and gold sparks.” 

(Also not quite a villain, and I adore Fleur BUT… she’s written hyper-femme in an intimidating, borderline threatening way. She’s very opinionated, bordering on rude. She’s “full of herself” as Ginny puts it. And when she gets engaged to Bill and becomes an unambiguously good guy, she has this interesting moment of ~Pink Rejection~)

“. . . Bill and I ’ave almost decided on only two bridesmaids, Ginny and Gabrielle will look very sweet togezzer. I am theenking of dressing zem in pale gold — pink would of course be ’orrible with Ginny’s ’air —”

Hermione Granger: “Wearing a pink bathrobe and a frown”

(Hermione wears pink exactly one time, and it is at her most villainous… during Book 1, when she tries to stop Harry and Ron leaving in the middle of the night to go duel Malfoy.)

A voice spoke from the chair nearest them, “I can’t believe you’re going to do this, Harry.” A lamp flickered on. It was Hermione Granger, wearing a pink bathrobe and a frown. “You!” said Ron furiously. “Go back to bed!” “I almost told your brother,” Hermione snapped, “Percy — he’s a prefect, he’d put a stop to this.” Harry couldn’t believe anyone could be so interfering.

(She literally does the sitting-in-the-dark, villain-lamp thing. Also, in case you were wondering, yes Hermione DOES get a moment of ~Pink Rejection~)

Near the window was an array of violently pink products around which a cluster of excited girls was giggling enthusiastically. Hermione and Ginny both hung back, looking wary.

Which brings us too: 

PINK = SILLY/FRIVOLOUS (FEMME) 

Sybill Trelawney: “after you’ve broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue-patterned ones? I’m rather attached to the pink.”

(She’s a fraud. Also hides empty bottles of sherry in the room of requirement. (I’m going to have to be uncharitable in this section, so am sorry.) 

Parvati Patil: “robes of shocking pink"

(Often described as “giggling,” thinks Professor Trelawney is amazing, the real deal.)

The Fat Lady: “a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.” 

(Often described as giggling. Drinks too much during the holidays. JRK is unfortunately well known for being fatphobic. Also the Fat Lady has a friend named Violet, and Parvati has a friend named Lavender. Not really going anywhere with that, just funny that they’re both shades of purple.)

Hepzibah Smith: “an immensely fat old lady wearing an elaborate ginger wig and a brilliant pink set of robes.” 

(So… almost identical description to the Fat Lady. And I think we should maybe talk about her more, maybe? Because the way she’s framed… I think she might be Tom Riddle’s sugar mamma?)

“I brought you flowers,” he said quietly, producing a bunch of roses from nowhere. “You naughty boy, you shouldn’t have!” squealed old Hepzibah, though Harry noticed that she had an empty vase standing ready on the nearest little table. “You do spoil this old lady, Tom. . . .” 

(Or maybe we… shouldn’t talk about that. Either way, Tom Riddle does kill her, steal her stuff, and frame her house elf so thats… not great.)

PINK = EMBARRASSING 

“Everyone take a pair of earmuffs,” said Professor Sprout. There was a scramble as everyone tried to seize a pair that wasn’t pink and fluffy.

(Pink fluffy earmuffs are adorable.)

“Wash out your mouth,” said James coldly. “Scourgify!” Pink soap bubbles streamed from Snape’s mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag.

(The next two example are 'pranks' as well, I think the pink-colored soap is there to add a kind of insult to injury.)

Shocking-pink Catherine wheels five feet in diameter were whizzing lethally through the air like so many flying saucers. 

(This is a bit from Fred and George’s farewell firework show, it's funny that they’re specifically pink fireworks that Umbridge can’t get rid of.)

“Headless Hats!” shouted George, as Fred waved a pointed hat decorated with a fluffy pink feather at the watching students. “Two Galleons each — watch Fred, now!” Fred swept the hat onto his head, beaming. For a second he merely looked rather stupid, then both hat and head vanished.

(also just, pumping up an embarrassing moment)

PINK = OUTSIDER, WEIRDO

Hagrid

Hagrid’s flowered pink umbrella, which contains his broken wand, is brought up a lot. In this case I think we’re meant to see it as a joke. Hagrid’s so big, and so masc, but the pink umbrella makes him non-threatening. However… the pink umbrella, it’s not a totally positive thing, is it? It doesn’t match, it isn’t *him.* Hagrid wouldn't have chosen to carry this around, totally on his own, if he'd had any other choice. It sets him apart, both visually and socially (because it's a constant reminder that he doesn't have a wand.)

Dobby

Dobby, once he is freed, gets pink-and-orange striped socks, and they’re meant to communicate that he’s… kind of a lot. “Yeh get weirdos in every breed,” as Hagrid puts it. JKR has a very strange, honestly antagonistic relationship with Dobby. He’s the victim of book 2, but structurally kind of the villain? He describes the house-elves situation as “enslavement,” but Hermione’s treated as overdramatic for calling house-elves slaves two books later. And then everything is ret-conned and Dobby is… just kind of weird for liking freedom (and socks) as much as he does.

Tonks

Book!Tonks defaults to “bubblegum-pink” hair. Her hair is described as pink a lot. (Movie!Tonks defaults to purple hair, because they were worried that pink would visually align her with Umbridge.) And this is the oddest one on the list to me, because Tonks is such a universally beloved, fan favorite character. But I really do think that *as written*... we’re supposed to put her in a category with Dobby. The two of them leave (unintentional) destruction in their wake. They’re loud, they’re a lot, they take up too much space. Harry thinks they’re both kind of annoying. (and yeah, Harry 100% thinks  Tonks is “a little annoying at times.”)

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

There's a whole bit about Satan and Sitri not knowing what a dildo is, and whether or not they call it something else in canon I like to imagine that they actually don't have toys in hell and they think it's just a silly human thing, cause if you want pleasure you could just ask for it, who cares.

Cue Ppyong coming back from earth with MC's hitachi wand in his little bag and MC getting evil thoughts.

The demon decides to humor them. Sure, whatever, you can use that little machine on them. They have a little pride about it, joking or not, mentioning how it won't compare to actually touching him, but go ahead, he's curious.

Maybe twenty minutes later and he's trembling, holding on to you like you're a lifeline as you use it on him. You tell him that this is the low setting and they whine.

Ah, this was meant to be a request, but it's kinda long now. If you understand where I'm going then can I ask for something like this to be written for Satan, Lucifer, and Gabriel but for the replaced god au, if you want? If you do decide to write for Gabriel you can make that a separate post if you need to.

I really love this!! (And spoilers but Mc summons dildos infront of Mammon, Satan, Sitri, Marbas, and Foras. None of them know what they were!

So like, I know there ARE sex toys in hell, but they don’t seem to have as many as humans! So that leaves so many thoughts!!

They’d be so sensitive to the vibrations at first…(I have a pastel blue/green one I’m using as reference;) )

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Satan

Cw: overstim,

Satan lazily watched you prepare the hitachi wand, he was confused as to why you were lubing his dick, shouldn’t you prepare the toy to go inside him? “(M/c)? What does that thing do?” Satan asked in a bored tone.

“It vibrates.”

You turn it on, it’s the lowest setting but the toy is fully charged, so it’s quite strong against Satan’s unprepared manhood. He jumps and hisses as his body adjust to the sensation. You can see him lose focus for a few seconds before he grabs the bed sheets and claws into them. You grin and press it against the tip of his cock, Satan howls, thighs snapping shut around your waist.

“F-fuck! T-that’s strong…” Satan hissed out, trying to regain composure but unable to do so. He’s panting, his heart is racing and he’s positively dripping pre in response to the toy. He moans and rolls his hips forwards, his eyes blurring as he does so.

“Yeah, it’s used as a ‘personal massager’ for humans to get off on their own, or use on their partner like this.” You say calmly, slowly, intentionally pausing to draw out his torture. You were taking your time overstimulating him, it was fun!

“W-well if this is the strongest setting, t-then I have nothing to worry about!” Satan laughs out. Even as he’s clearly blushing, embarrassed and being overstimulated, he’s trying to act like he’s holding his own.

“Oh this is the lowest setting!” You laugh out. Lightly flicking the wand up one more setting. Satan whimper and grabbed your hand, the toy was vibrating so hard he couldn’t even keep his hand still, though he doesn’t tell you to stop.

“W-wait you can’t turn it up like that! He whines, nearly screaming as you press the wand down on his sensitive tip. His hips tremble and you can see the muscles in his stomach convulsing, you have to hold his cock still as it pulsates. He cums in your hands fast. Too bad for him you don’t stop, as his bliss wears off and the overstimulation kicks in, it nearly hurts to feel the wand vibrating in his cock.

Lucifer

Cw: overstim,

Lucifer didn’t think this through, he for some reason thought he could…tone it out? Lucifer upon seeing the wand was bored and laid down, acting like he’s rather sleep than entertain the toy. When you mentioned its intense he dared you to put it on the highest setting.

He thought he was being smart.

Too bad you two have the same brain cell.

As soon as you turned it on, he’s hissing, trying to wiggle away from the toy. His cock actually a quite a bit of pre out almost instantly. He moans and you can see the shock on his face, his eyes black, his iris no longer visible.

“T-turn it down!” He hisses, he’s confused when you don’t do anything, he tries to growl but you press the wand down on the tip of his cock, turning his growl into a whimper. “Turn it down-now!”

You laugh and press the lower button to turn it ‘down’. But nothing happens.

You mean forward and whisper into his ear, he can barely hear you over the buzzing of the wand and his heart racing.

“Lucifer. This IS the lowest setting…”

Lucifer whimpers in frustration and disbelief. This is a joke, you can’t be serious…but he hears the toy clicking, letting him know you’re not lying. He tries to ignore it, but he can almost feel himself going numb from the vibrations and he knows he can’t last long. He trembles and watches the toy, his cock is practically drooling out his seed…it’s pitiful…

Gabriel (Replaced god Au)

Cw: overstim

Gabriel was trembling, the toy wasn’t even on, you haven’t even done much more than stroke him until he was hard. When you place the wand to the tip of his cock, he whimpers.

You flick the toy on, as soon as it turns on he cums. You don’t turn it off, even as his orgasm fades he’s trembling with the toy on. He feels like he can’t stop cuming!

It hurts, but feels so good, he can’t believe…his Lord, His Master is giving him such amazing pleasure! He doesn’t know what he did to deserve it, but…he’s not sure he can handle it!

“P-please my Lord!!” Gabriel whimpers out, he’s desperately holding onto you, he’s kissing your neck, trembling and crying as his all six of his wings spasm behind him, flapping unevenly and nod nearly strong enough to lift either of you up.

“Shhhh….it’s ok.” You shush him. “I’m going to turn it to the next level, ok? This is the first level, there’s six more to go, ok?”

Gabriel trembles and hides his face. “I-I don’t know if can handle all of t-them!” He whimpers out. He hugs you like he’ll fall all the way to Hell if he lets go. “I-I’ll do anything for you…”

He bites his lip trying to ensure the vibrations. It hurts….but it feels amazing! He has to do this! He has to prove to you he can do this! H-he owes you everything!

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[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part six

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 2.8k (2821)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part seven!. really a little suggestive at the end but it's literally nothing, but I thought it was right to say it

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

The bags fall to the floor almost immediately, dropped from your hands that can no longer hold them. Michael's eyes are fixed on you, and you struggle, even for a few seconds, to hold his gaze. You reflect in his cerulean eyes a subspecies of betrayal, or even hatred; in all the years that you have known him, he has never looked at you like this, and it scares you. You shake more than you should, you even feel difficulty breathing. If hell wants to take you, it's succeeding. You immediately regret even opening that drawer

The letter, clean and tidy, shines on the table: the white, shiny paper, now seems to have your finger prints on it, prints that should only have been Kaiser's when he wrote it. The air is heavy, and heavy is your sense of oppression now

"Micheal I can-" you say almost in a whisper, but you remain silent when you see him take the letter in his hand "Sit down" he says while his eyes now scan the writings he himself has written. You swallow nervously, and quickly do as he says, sitting parallel to him, in the chair in front of his

You watch him as he rereads the letter once, twice, five, ten times, always taking the same amount of time. He never dares to look up at you, not even when he takes a break between readings. After minutes that seem endless, the only sound that escapes his lips is a heavy sigh, perhaps held in for a long time; one hand places the letter back on the table, the other reaches the bridge of his nose, which he massages with his fingers. He's visibly shaken, and you don't blame him, you're still shaking after all these minutes too

"So..." he says after a moment, taking his time to perhaps choose the right words "You read everything" he says looking up a little

You feel the skin on your body almost not sticking to your bones anymore, a sensation that you haven't felt even in one of your worst arguments with Gabriel. Probably if it had happened to you some time ago you wouldn't have understood the reason for this feeling, but now after all you know how to explain it: you love Michael, you're worried that he doesn't want to see you anymore after this. You care about him, about his opinion, about everything he does, unlike Gabriel

If until now, or at least until a few months ago, Gabriel was the person you worried about most in the world, now that role is played by another person. And this person is Micheal Kaiser

You want to talk, make up an excuse, but you know it wouldn't make sense; right now everything is too obvious, there are no openings to escape to and honestly you don't even want to lie to Micheal. The words die in your mouth, making you stay silent and without a truth to say. You stay silent because you don't know how to explain everything, and Micheal seems to notice your difficulty, because it seems more attentive

"I really don't know what to say to you either, Y/n. I wouldn't have even in the worst case scenario imagined something like this" he says with a calmness that hides so much anger, which you can see in the way he holds back some words "I just wonder why you would want to read something like this, especially considering it was hidden. Haven't you asked yourself why it was hidden?" he asks, but it's a question you know you can't answer because he's right "I'm just wondering... what the fuck is wrong with you? I really need to know, because now you know everything about me, that I've loved you for too long, that I dreamed that you were my wife, but what do I know about you?" he asks smiling almost hysterically, probably because of anxiety

The weight of the situation seems to crush you as if you were a simple feather: it kills you, it leaves you suffering and with each passing second it seems to strangle you more and more. Kaiser looks at you, waiting for answers that you have but that you don't really know how to explain to him. You can't explain to him how much you, only after years of him being in love with you, understood that you loved him too. You can't explain to him how hard it is for you to see the hatred he feels for you now, which he absolutely has the right to feel, but which still hurts

You can't explain to him how much you now just want to tell him that you would like to resolve the situation by kissing him and starting over something that probably just needs communication between the two of you

"You had the courage to read all that but not answer me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, and you look down, keeping your hands in fists in your lap "You think you can solve everything with your silence? No, fuck, you can't, because this is literally a violation of my privacy. Do you realize how much I feel like shit right now knowing that you know things that I've kept from you for years just so our relationship wouldn't go to hell?" he says, and his tone of voice rises a little "Do you really have the courage to say nothing after finding out I love you?" he says, but the last sentence sounds more like a whisper desperate than an exclamation of complete meaning

"Micheal, please" you say with a shaky voice, trying to get a little bit of his pity, but you hear him laughing in an almost amused way "Please? You beg me? And what am I supposed to do, beg you to forget everything I've written over the years on those pieces of paper? Are you seriously asking me to give you a break when you literally did everything yourself, sticking your nose into things that didn't concern you?" he says, but at the last sentence you feel something inside you stir "They didn't concern me? Are you kidding?" you ask looking up, and you notice surprise in his eyes when he sees you answer him "That's not what matters, you literally discovered things that you shouldn't have known even when you were dead" he says, and for the umpteenth time it seems unfair to you "You should have told me" you say with a sudden conviction, but one that you don't really feel. You're just trying to find a way to calm him down, but with strange methods

In your eyes, Micheal seems to be on the verge of breaking. Everything he has kept inside for years is threatening to come out and he himself is realizing it. Everything he kept in his Pandora's box is now coming out like a menacing monster

"What was I supposed to tell you? That every night since you've been with that man, I hoped he'd die so I could finally tell you the truth? That I wanted to see you smile so badly that I gave 101% in matchs knowing you were watching me? That I dreamed for years of the feeling of being able to call you my girlfriend without being afraid? That I spent days locked in the house when you said you were leaving for Italy and leaving me alone? That everything I did was to make you happy and make you see that it wasn't just normal affection?

That I kissed other girls hoping it was your lips and not theirs? That I dreamed a million times of a future where you were my wife? That I always had a bottle of your perfume that I carried with me when I was out of town? That there's a picture of you and me as teenagers in my wallet?

That I lost weight when I found out Gabriel was taking you away from me? That Ness himself always thought me that you didn't feel the same way about me? That every time I saw you walk by I dreamed of you running to hug me?

That I dreamed of another universe where I could really be happy with you, where we were together, we could kiss and hug each other, we were husband and wife, we even had children, where everything was really perfect at least in my eyes?

That you were the only one I cried for? That you are the only person who knew what I went through with that asshole of a father of mine? That the feeling of even hearing your name made me happy? That seeing you after months of separation was like a liberation? That loving you for me was the only great joy my life has given me? That for me you are always be everything?

That ever since I found out that you and Gabriel fought often I was happy? That every time you told me about your arguments I hoped you would break up? That I hoped that the last fight was really the last? That running to you in Italy after your breakup was the moment I looked forward to more than when I have to score a goal? That feeling your arms around my neck while you hugged me after so long made me feel alive? That the sensation of finally having your lips on mine was like entering heaven? That letting you love me that night was like I had never really experienced anything, because there was no comparison in having sex with you?

How could I tell you all this, Y/n, knowing that it wasn't reciprocated? That by doing so I would be pushing away the only person whose thoughts about me I truly care about?"

The tremor you were feeling until now seems to disappear, replaced now by a feeling of liberation that perhaps Kaiser is feeling now too. The weight that was crushing you to death lifts as all his thoughts come to the surface, thoughts so intimate that not even letters could have

Kaiser has unconsciously risen from his chair, his arms stretched out against the table. He is breathing heavily, and it seems only now that he realizes what he has actually said, that the monster he kept in his Pandora's box has come out and destroyed the entire village. It seems as if what he has wanted to say for years has come out now, but he had not kept in mind the consequences of his words. For the first time, he seems like the least alien stranger you've ever met: you didn't know his feelings, but now his words have weight of no small importance

The real Micheal Kaiser, after years, is finally before your eyes, alive as only a human can be, dressed with a level of intimacy that probably few people can reach. Micheal Kaiser has finally shown who he is to the person he has always loved with an almost impossible level

"Micheal, I-!" you say, getting up from your chair too, but something inside you seems to block you from moving. It's time, now or never. You don't even know for sure if he still feels everything he just said, if he really is still in love with you that much, but now it's your turn to lay yourself bare. You love him, you know you do it for years, you know that everything you had with Gabriel was just something you were looking for from Micheal

"Micheal, listen to me, I-" you say trying to find the words, but everything inside you dies the moment he lowers his gaze "Forget everything"

And suddenly, all the weight that was gone comes back stronger than before, not even giving you time to realize. The belief you had until a few seconds ago suddenly seems to be a nonsense that you were about to reveal. Michael breathes loudly, with a calmness that doesn't belong to the situation. You watch him as he stands up straight, no longer with his arms stretched out against the table. It seems as if he has just realized the consequences of his words and that everything he said came out only because it had to come out, not because it had to reach your heart; freeing oneself, not acting for something. And it's exactly that "Forget everything" that comes out of his lips that makes you the angry one in this situation this time. It annoys you that now he is you, the person who would like to escape, that just at the moment when you were about to be the one naked in front of his eyes, he decided to close them

A last sigh escapes his lips before he silently makes his way out of the room, towards the door behind you. He is running away, running away from something that this time he has caused: there is a strange connection in your own situation, as if you were both two identical, yet different, sides of the same coin. In a lightning-fast move you place yourself between him and the door, your arms open and resting against the adjacent walls. Your heart is beating too fast, you don't even know what you're really doing, but it seems right in a corner of your soul. Kaiser looks up, staring at you with a hint of annoyance that actually covers something else

In a few days you went from best friends, to lovers unaware of each other, to strangers, to rival for annoyance and now? What are you two now?

Neither of you dares to utter a word, but your eyes seem to communicate with a language that your minds struggle to understand. It is something fine, that can easily break, but that is saying everything that you have hidden from yourself for years. It's a language that only two people who have done everything to hide their feelings so as not to hurt each other can understand with inhuman ease

“Say it” you say confidently, knowing that what you think is finally coming “Say it, because I know you think it. And I think it, too, Michael.”

You would have, or rather, you should have been honest with each other so many years ago. His tense nerves finally seem to melt away when he hears your words, now light as a feather

"I love you" he says, in a way that seems to carry with it many sleepless nights, lost because of thoughts. Finally, both you and him, have taken off the last crumb of weight that you were carrying; you smile almost unconsciously, bringing your hands between his jaw and his cheeks "I love you too, Michael"

It is in that moment that the knot you were holding tight in your stomach goes away, it is in the same moment that everything seems to take on a new shade. It is in that precise moment, where Kaiser throws himself violently on your lips, that shivers of love run through your whole body

The sensation he longed for is finally here, as he kisses you with an almost aggressive tenderness. You kiss each other back, feeling for the first time the real butterflies everyone talks about. It's a needy kiss, that perhaps he waited too long and that is taking everything now; but it's beautiful, loved, and you wonder how you and him could have waited so long if you knew the outcome was something like this, so exciting and inexplicable

His hands move to your hips, squeezing them lightly with a firm grip, as if he wants to make sure you're there. The kiss doesn't seem to end, as you hold each other, your body smeared against his and vice versa. There's something that maybe you're both still holding back but that's slowly coming out of you. Everything becomes more needy, just like that night in the hotel: the kiss becomes more aggressive, his hands tighter, your hands sweatier as you slide them along his neck, tracing the outline of his tattoo. You feel him tremble, as he moves his lips to your neck, letting soft sighs escape your lips, while suddenly everything seems to take a turn that you've both already experienced a few weeks ago

You don't know how, a few minutes later, you found yourself in his room, lying on his mattress with him on top of you, still aggressive on your neck. But you liked him so much that your legs were shaking for the emotion

You loved Michael Kaiser. Michael Kaiser loved you. You loved each other, and it took you years to realize what you could have experienced already at 19 years old. But now, at this moment, in his room, you loved each other

And that's what mattered to you

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READ IS IMPORTANT!!: the story seems finished but NO, let's say we are only halfway through what I have in mind. thank you so much for all the support I'm receiving, I think I don't deserve it actually 🥹 love y'all 💗🌷

[miraculousystuff]

Oops

Adrien was having a good day. It was relatively stress free, as Lila was ‘doing charity work with Prince Ali’, meaning she couldn’t come to school. She still had modeling with him, unfortunately, but his father had allowed him to bring his closest friend. Marinette! As he was walking with Marinette, she asked him about everything. She used to stutter all the time around him, but now she didn’t, but he didn’t know why. It was clear that Marinette was in awe of everything, and if he had thought that she had never been to a photoshoot, he certainly knew now. She smiled at her adorable curiosity, and he could have sworn he heard Plagg say “Just a friend, hey?”. 

Marinette noticed his staring and giggled. “As you can guess, I have never been to a photoshoot before.” Marinette smiled, and sat down next to him. Adrien could feel her excitement. It was so adorable. The moment was ruined, however, when a screeching voice came into play. “Adrien! Hi! I just arrived from charity work!” Lila yelled. Adrien looked up and rolled his eyes, while Marinette snapped her head towards the voice so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash. As Lila drew closer, Adrien had to restrain himself from moving back. It seemed that Mari noticed his uncomfort, because she leaned in and whispered. “It’s ok, just ignore her.” Then she began a conversation with him about Ladybug, knowing it would comfort him. Finally Lila reached them. 

“EXCUSE ME! WHY IS MARINETTE SITTING IN MY SEAT!” Lila shouted, sounding aghast,  mood changing completely. Adrien was this close from strangling her when Marinette spoke up. “Actually this is my seat. I got exclusive permission from Gabriel Agreste, so you can stand or sit on the floor. I really don’t care.” she said cooly, and went back to talking to Adrien, who soon became comfortable with the conversation. Lila, albeit dumbfounded, was persistent. It seemed she had a change in tactic, because then her entire demeanor changed as she started loudly so everyone could hear. “Ooh, are you talking about Ladybug! Yeah, I just had a picnic with her last Saturday and-” she was cut off by a rather bored Marinette ��Wrong. She was out of town on Saturday. That’s why she used the horse miraculous to teleport back and forth.” she said lazily, as if Lila truly wasn’t worth the time of day. Adrien was in awe. Marinette’s version of the high road is better than his.  Lila, on the other hand, was furious, but couldn’t do anything because of the numerous staff watching her for her rather loud boast about her connection with Ladybug.

The entire solo photos, Adrien was thinking about that conversation. More importantly, the Marinette part of the conversation. Or, to sum it all up, Marinette. He watched with a genuine smile as Marinette sketched some designs, clearly inputting some knowledge she was learning from one of their head photographers, Claire, who she was currently talking to. It seemed that Claire was enjoying it too, telling so many details about how if you put a collar a certain way, it would look better in and out of photos. As the filming came to an end, Claire noticed the dopey grin on his face and whispered to Adrien “You like her!” Blushing profusely, Adrien responded with his just a friend crap, to which Claire rolled her eyes, but didn’t push it. 

“Either way, she is an absolute gem. And beautiful too. She could be a model. She’s perfect, and definitely better than Rossi. I don’t know what Gabriel see’s in her.” Claire smiled, before walking away. Adrien was in shock. Claire was one of the heads for a reason. She had a particular talent for choosing amazing models, and to hear that not only was Lila a bad model, Marinette would be perfect? Well that certainly puts things into perspective. Needless to say, Adrien’s constant daydreaming about Marinette continued, if not more so. “You’re thinking about Marinette aren’t you?” Plagg interrupted, almost bored at blondie’s sheer obliviousness. “How did you know?” Adrien said, shocked. “Well the dopey grin, the lovesick eyes, the sparkly thoughts-” Plagg smirked.

Before Adrien could respond however, it was time for the double shoots. Ugh. He walked in. “Romance! Summer Romance! That is what Parisians want!” Vincent bellowed cheerfully. Immediately, Lila clung to him and smiled sparkly as her death grip left marks. And it hurts. Through a grimace, Adrien forced out a smile, stringing along with Lila. But even that worm under the rock could tell that the photos were terrible. “No, no, no, no, NO! Zis is not right! Your mama brings you spaghetti not leftover, moldy cheese! That smile is not in love! It is fake! You know what, take 5 minutes, while I sort this mess out.” Vincent groaned as Adrien practically ran towards Marinette, who greeted him with her ever-so vibrant smile. He waved, but immediately her smile turned into concern as she noticed the bruises on his arm, and immediately got the first aid kit.

“Oh my god Adrien what happened to you!” she stressed, as she quickly rubbed some Dettol on it. It stung a little, and he hissed, but before Adrien knew it, the pain was gone and his dopey grin was back. And unfortunately or fortunately, depending on the perspective of whom you choose, Vincent noticed. “Oh my goffings! That smile! Zat is ze smile zat we want! This girl! She iz beautiful! Claire! She is perfect!” Vincent gushed. Lila, however, was not happy. “Excuse me! I am beautiful! Not Mari-trash! The audacity! I can get you fired!” Lila shrieked. Vincent rolled his eyes, and turned to Marinette again. “Oh please model for me! Please! I need you!” he pleaded to an incredibly shocked Marinette. But she took one look at Adrien’s pleading eyes, and didn’t even HESITATE to agree. “Sure!” Marinette said enthusiastically, much to Lila’s extreme displeasure.

“Yes!” Vincent cheered, but Lila was having none of it. “HOW DARE YOU LET MARITRASH DO THE PHOTOSHOOT! SHE IS UGLY! NONE OF HER FRIENDS LIKE HER! SHE HAS ALL THESE FAKE CONNECTIONS, YET SHE CALLS ME OUT ON MY LIES! LIKE IT’S MY FAULT THAT HER FRIENDS ARE IDIOTS! I WARNED YOU IN THE BATHROOM DUPAIN-CHENG! NOW YOU’LL PAY FOR STEALING MY JOB AND MY ADRIEN!” she lashed out at Marinette, about to punch her, when Mari caught her hand, then judo-flipped her so she landed on the floor. Lila, still throwing a tantrum, yelled indignantly. “ASSAULT!” she yelled, but no-one cared. “And done.” Claire smirked, as she played back the video of her confession. Lila went dead silent as she realized all her lies were about to come crumbling down. So she chose the easy way out. A threat.

“No! I WILL GET YOU FIRED IF YOU SHOW THAT VIDEO TO ANYONE, OR IF YOU LET MARINETTE DO THE SHOOT!” Lila screamed, but it had no effect. Eventually, Claire called security and she was kicked out. The video was sent to the class. They almost freaking flew to the park, about to literally murder her. Alya was so red and Marinette could literally see the steam coming out of Alya’s ears. Kim and Alix looked ready to beat her up, and even Mylene looked somewhat scary. They turned on Lila immediately, and apologized profusely, but Marinette forgave them easily. Adrien however, was not happy. “What did she mean she ‘warned’ you in the bathroom?” Adrien said, his voice so dangerously low that even Plagg was impressed. Marinette gave a squeak of surprise.

“Oh umm, I have to go, teach my umm fish to swim!” Marinette said twisting her ribbons and hurried away, but before she could get more than two steps away, Adrien grabbed her hand and pulled her back, making her turn towards him and making the ribbons fall out all together. His breath was temporarily taken away as Marinette’s hair fell loosley down to her shoulders. But he went back on task immediately. “What did Lila do to you Marinette?” he asked, and Marinette blushed. “Oh umm, I was about to trip and fall over a puddle of water and then she warned me and then now she thinks I owe her?” she said. Marinette knew it was a pathetic excuse and so did Adrien. He gave a scoff of disbelief. “Lila doesn’t HELP people Marinette. Tell me the truth.” Marinette’s blush reduced. “Adrien, I can’t.” she said, her head hanging low.  

It said everything to Adrien. “She threatened you!” Adrien growled, completely ignoring the angry shouts from behind them. “I-” Marinette tried to say, but once again was interrupted by Adrien. “Why didn’t you tell me!” Adrien almost yelled. “Well because you told me to take the high road and I listened and it probably wasn’t a good idea to tell you, plus then you would get mad and-” She was once again interrupted by Adrien. But not by words. No.

Because Adrien Agreste was kissing her. And needless to say-

She kissed back. 

They shared this moment for about 30 seconds before they were interrupted by loud cheers from behind them. “OMG ADRINETTE IS A THING! IT’S A THING! THE SHIP HAS SAILED!” Alya hollered over the cheers. And in the middle of all the blushing, cheering and awkwardness Vincent grinned in satisfaction. Why? He caught the whole thing on camera. He had a feeling Mr Agreste would like these photos.

Fin

[bloogers-boogers]

CHRISTMAS IN HELL?!

Adam and Michael under the mistletoe or at least the attempt of said holiday tradition plant. Charlie was doing her darn hardest to make everyone feel welcome at the hotel, that includes, sharing holidays and being open to different cultures. For angels it has always been Christmas and for demons it’s been Sinsmas. 

However, after being able to make a truce between Heaven and Hell. So far, it’s only been hell Charlie has been focusing on, which makes sense because they’re her people. But, it’s been bothering her lately that she hasn’t seem to be doing much for heaven citizens, is the hotel benefited them at all? It didn’t seem fair that heaven was giving a hand out while Hell only took and not give back.

She wanted everyone to feel welcome and at home every-time one visited a realm. At least the angels. Almost the entirety of angels refuse to still come down here even knowing about the deal between kingdoms. But, that didn’t stop them from not feeling safe or comfortable in hell. That upseted Charlie a-lot. 

Which lead her to conclude that maybe she wasn’t trying harder, and maybe, that could change.

So her brilliant plan was to add more of heavens nature and traditions to events in hell and activities for her hotel, and somewhat, that seem to work. Little by little angels were starting to get more interested in the hotel, but not just the hotel, but in hell too. Charlie did everything in her power to make the angels feel welcome and understood for their own cultures and views. 

And sooner and later hell on its own started adapting to this new environment between angels and demons. 

Demon making friends with angels, angels indulging in sin outta curiosity (which was bad but well… yeah, there’s always someone who would make a bad decision, that’s not fault of the devil), some even falling in love with the opposite side! 

SOOO— coming back to Christmas. This is the first time ever Charlie is officially hosting a Christmas party at her hotel! And she’s very excited.

Oh! And she forgot to mention that Adam respawned back as a sinner after being stabbed to death by Nifty throughout this whole period. The reason why it’s mentioned, because it’s important to note for this story.

Adam wasn’t too enthusiastic of the whole idea but somewhat he was convinced eventually. 

Charlie didn’t think much of it until her party went from amazing to complete disaster after the incident of mistletoe, her uncle, Adam and her fucking dad.

Her big mistake was to pair up Adam and Michael on grabbing the decorations for the tree while her dad focused on decorating the lobby. It was hard enough to convince her father to even participate on Christmas because that was putting a lot of his pride down for a holiday he cared so little about and, well, heaven. His entire issue with heaven. But at-least he tried for her. 

At first, it was alright. Adam and Michael didn’t make a big fuss about it neither did they cared much to have been asked to get the decorations together. HOWEVER, her dad went  full demon on her about “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING TEAMING UP BOTH OF MY BIGGEST ENEMIES TOGETHER?! That’s like asking Alastor to hold my hand or your mom choosing Adam to play guitar hero! Nothing will end well!!!”

Charlie had shrugged it off at first, telling her father he was overeating and to let them be. It was their choice if they wanted to team up or continue the holiday tradition. She had only paired them up base on how neither men had anyone else to pair up with. The archangels -her angelic uncles- had already teamed up on their own (Uriel and Gabriel) and some didn't bother coming to the party.. not that it upset her! She can understand not everyone believes in her dreams or couldn't make it because of their duties... however she appreciates that Michael, Gabriel and Uriel choose to come!

And for Adam, Lute hadn't come down to hell to participate in the party, for his misfortune. He was so enthusiastic about seeing her again but was doubtful she'd come. And, well, he was right to doubt cause she didn't. So he was quite in a down mood.

"Adam needs a partner who can understand him and can properly discipline him if he goes outta control," she had told her father.

Lucifer points at himself in disbelief, "Am I invisible!?"

"Dad. You don’t even like Adam! You’re just upset that your brother has something you can't."

"What?? Noooo! What can he have that I don't? Adam? I don't want Adam!" Lucifer hissed slightly annoyed, "and I don't hate the guy..."

"That's not what I meant. I meant that unc- Michael has no bad history with Adam, so they will be fine."

"That isn't entirely true," Uriel chimes in the conversation while drinking eggnog.

"A-HA!!" Lucifer shouts wit a 'I tOlD YoU sO' manner.

"Oh?? Do they have a bad history too??" Charlie ask now worried.

"Worse. They're exes." Gabriel decides to add while joining the conversation.

Charlie gasped in shock, Lucifer's mouth fell to the floor looking absolutely baffled and horrified at the same time.

"But don't worry!" Uriel quickly added, "it's been literally centuries since that happened! Michael is mature enough to leave that in the past, Adam... well.. let's be grateful they didn't leave on bad terms so I can't see the guy holding a grudge for Mikey."

And as if he was proving a point, Uriel turns to look at the forgotten exes who were in fact getting along and seemingly looking like having a civil conversation.

Michael and Adam were laughing while untangling some lights. You can tell there was a hint of softness in the stare Adam gave to Michael and vice versa.

Lucifer frowned while his eyes went back and forth from Adam to Michael. Displeased.

What the little group didn't know, is that Lucifer had previously been getting along with Adam. They've been spending time together away from the sight of others. He found that there was something there. Attraction at the most. To the point he had almost made a move on Adam the night prior but couldn't, and, coward after Angel burst into the living room and hogged Adam's whole attention away from him.

He knew he shouldn't be making any moves on the first man, after everything they've been through, after regaining some of Adam's trust back, he was basically playing with fire here. But he's the king of hell, and hell is made of fire and fire is something he's lived with for eternity.

And so he wants to live with this fire for eternity.

But he didn’t know there was a fucking extinguisher near by!!!

It had been three hours since Lucifer remained calm and acted unbothered by the choice of pairs his precious daughter had picked for them. He loved that he was settled to pair up with his dauther-in-law but he hated that he had to deal with having to see Michael share a dance with Adam. He didn't expect to be this angry for a man who he couldn't consider to fell the same way for him. But still. Shit. Maybe Charlie was right, maybe it was because it was Michael of all people to have him. Would it be same if it were Alastor? Maybe. He would definitely not be phased a bit if Adam was paired up with angel or that bartender cat demon. But fuck.

Fuck, fuck! WHAT THAT FUCK IS HAPPENING?!

He had only zooned out for a few seconds and suddenly Adam was dipped down and kissed by his so call brother under the mistletoe of all horrors!!

He yanked some of his hair out before his horns poked out and flames surrounded all the hotel, startling everyone there, everyone moved passed him from the anger emitted with each stomp.

Michael quickly let go of Adam with wide eyes as a deer caught in headlights, Lucifer walked slowly towards him, full demonic form.

"Dad, breath!" Charlie shouted from inside the crowd.

"Fuck breathing," he said in the most deep, echoing voice he's ever used. Claws getting sharper as his glare kept straight to Michael.

Hours in, and the whole hotel was destroyed. For a second time. Two brothers fighting in the air like it was some sorta battlefield to whoever dies wins the prize.

"Is anyone planning to do something?!" Charlie says, visible stressed out.

"Weeeeeell, last time someone intervened, Lucifer got his wings cut off and cast dead to hell, Michael got one wing cut off, permanently fucked up vision from getting his eyes yanked out from his skull and hell turned from a scary story our father would read us at night to a absolute real living nightmare. So I'll pass," Uriel added while eating some snowman cookies.

Gabriel nodded, being passed the eggnog and taking a long gulped.

After being trauma dumped, Charlie opted to just stare at the two entities of unbearable power. Helpless.

"What is wrong with you! I thought we were all having a good time! I thought this is what you wanted?!" Michael shouted angrily at his brother.

"What I wanted?! Why in all hells would I want this!?" Lucifer screamed in disbelief.

"Because we came here to support your daughters dreams?! Isn't that what you wanted?? Isn't this what you needed for some sorta closure!!?"

"Closure!? What the fuck are you talking about! I'm pissed because you kissed Adam!"

Both men stared at eachother for painful silent seconds.

"Oh. OH," Michael starts saying in realization, "so you're the guy."

Lucifer frown intensifies.

"Yes. I'm the "guy", is that really how Adam refers me as?"

Michael shrugs, "no. Actually he never mentions you at all."

"Okay, so where da fuck did you get "the guy" from?" Lucifer says in a more annoyed than angry way.

"I figured there was someone else base on how Adam wouldn't reciprocate my advances. Back in our early breakup days we'd fuck every chance we got. Now he genuinely just wants to hang out and I respect that. Totally. I just didn't think he'd move on so fast."

Lucifer pinched his nose in annoyance, "Firstly. Ew. Secondly, it's been centuries, for what I been told from those imbeciles under us."

Michael was about to add something else but both were interrupted by a fast speed angel flying towards downwards to the ground, shouting, "ADAAAAAAAMM!!!"

It was Lute, who was immediately welcomed with open arms by a overwhelmed happy Adam.

"Lute!!" He screams excited.

"I'm so sorry Adam! I wanted to come but things came up and I didn't want to di-"

Adam cuts her off kissing her and she then seconds later kisses him back.

Lucifer and Michael were too stunned to speak but also, internally preparing themselves for a long dreadful public apology.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Omg I just realized the duality of Loustat over Louis killing Lestat.

Louis feels guilty for killing Lestat, and when he says “he had it coming” to Armand Dreamstat, aka his own thoughts, says “that’s debatable”. Like, should I have killed him? The guilt in Louis is so much.

Meanwhile Lestat, if they go by the book, is like “no yeah I totally deserved that, I was an ass”

Mhhhh. Forgive me nonny, but... That is not why he says that.

I know a lot of people dig that up to say he "deserved" it, but his behavior is actually not the point. In the books, there never was this level of abuse, and they ramped it up for the show, to make the "killing" of him seem justified beyond doubt - doubt that Louis has.

Because that is Louis, as you also point out.

So why would Louis feel guilty, feel doubt?

Because the kill (in the books at least, and I have a feeling we will get a lot more context next season, after all Lestat's written down last words do not match with what the tale gave us!) was not about his behavior. It was not about abuse.

It was about the crime of turning Claudia. Trapping her in her too young body, eternally condemning her.

Lestat reflects on that, quite clearly, in his book:

It was the crime that was to be my undoing: the creation with Louis and for Louis of Claudia, a stunningly beautiful vampire child. Her body wasn't six years old when I took her, and though she would have died if I hadn't done it (just as Louis would have died if I hadn't taken him also), this was a challenge to the gods for which Claudia and I would both pay.

and

I wanted to see what would happen, I mean, with a beautiful little girl like that! Oh, Lestat, you deserve everything that ever happened to you. You'd better not die. You might actually go to hell. But why was it that for purely selfish reasons, I didn't listen to some of the advice given me? Why didn't I learn from any of them-Gabrielle, Armand, Marius? But then, I never have listened to anyone, really. Somehow or other, I never can. And I cannot say even now that I regret Claudia, that I wish I had never seen her, nor held her, nor whispered secrets to her, nor heard her laughter echoing through the shadowy gaslighted rooms of that all too human town house in which we moved amid the lacquered furniture and the darkening oil paintings and the brass flowerpots as living beings should. Claudia was my dark child, my love, evil of my evil. Claudia broke my heart. And on a warm sultry night in the spring of the year 1860, she rose up to settle the score. She enticed me, she trapped me, and she plunged a knife over and over again into my drugged and poisoned body, until almost every drop of the vampiric blood gushed out of me before my wounds had the precious few seconds in which to heal. I don't blame her. It was the sort of thing I might have done myself. And those delirious moments will never be forgotten by me, never consigned to some unexplored compartment of the mind. It was her cunning and her will that laid me low as surely as the blade that slashed my throat and divided my heart. I will think on those moments every night for as long as I go on, and of the chasm that opened under me, the plunge into mortal death that was nearly mine. Claudia gave me that.

So, yes, Louis feels canonically guilty for "killing" Lestat - both show and book.

And yes, Lestat never blamed Claudia for trying.

But it's not about abuse, about having been "an ass". It's about recognizing that what he did to her, no matter the reasons, was unforgivable - a crime.

And, in the book - as in the show, at the trial - he accepts the blame for that, the responsibility.

[genjispeace]

Call Me Monster - Reaper X Reader

tags: explicit sex, very nsfw, unprotected sex, age gap, afab gender neutral reader, not lore accurate AT ALL do not come for me, pov switches, kinda dark idk, i wrote this late at night with no music just vibes

If Gabriel were a better man, he wouldn’t even consider touching you with hands that have committed such violence. You light up the room you’re currently in, chatting up a potential sponsor. That’s one of the things that has always left him in awe about you: your ability to befriend anybody and have them entranced in that bright smile within minutes. 

You’re young, just under 25 if Gabriel remembers correctly from snooping through your files, but you are still sharp and capable. An asset to any team you end up on. Still, your hands seem to have remained unmistakably clean. You’ve never had to take a shot, swing a sword, end a human life. Gabriel doesn’t have that same privilege. 

He’s heard the word monster thrown at him more times than he can count. They aren’t exactly wrong, of course. Any person would look at the things he’s done, the lives he’s ended, and call him a monster. But it was for a reason, wasn’t it? Either way, the name doesn’t matter much to him. He has long since gotten used to taking lives and the consequences that come with it, regardless of if it is for a greater good or not. 

You bring your champagne glass to your lips, savoring the bubbles dancing along your tongue and down your throat. Fancy dinner parties are not exactly your cup of tea, but it’s part of your job. The sponsor that you’re talking to currently drones on about something you can hardly focus on. You throw in a few polite nods and agreements, trying to seem interested in the conversation. A soft lace mask covers your eyes, the theme of this party being masquerade. It made the night slightly easier, though you’re sure anybody here can recognize you through it. 

You hear footsteps behind you and the hair on the back of your neck stands. You feel his presence before you turn around, and you’re not surprised to come face to face with Reyes. His mask covers almost his entire face, shaped similarly to a skull. Some brown hair peeks out above it, littered with a few grey flecks. It’s not surprising to see him in a mask (he wears one all the time around base), but what is surprising about him is seeing him in a suit. 

“I trust you’re treating my colleague well?” He grumbles out, facing toward the sponsor. It’s a polite act as a man in charge, but him using the word “my” to apply to you sparks a warmth in your stomach. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find him attractive. He’s mysterious, dark, brooding, and his voice rumbles through your bones every time he speaks. Though, he seems like the strictly off-limits guy, not to mention the age difference. 

“Ah, of course,” the sponsor says, before the two start rattling off into a conversation you can’t even force yourself to pay attention to. You excuse yourself politely and sneak out of the banquet hall, your lungs begging for breath not laced with expensive alcohol and clammy rich men. 

You step into one of the base’s guest bedrooms, then out of the balcony. The waves crash a few feet away from you, and the air tinted with saltwater hugs your lungs. The dress you chose to wear starts to itch against your skin, clearly not meant to be worn for extensive periods of time. 

“You okay?” A voice calls from behind you, making you jump. You were so entranced in watching the waves that you didn’t hear the person coming. You turn to find Reyes standing in the balcony doorway, the curtain blowing softly in the wind. 

“Yeah, just got a little stuffy,” you mutter out. “And I’m a little out of my element.”

“You were doing just fine, and you look the part, so there’s nothing to worry about. It’s all about confidence,” he says back, watching the way you start to shiver under the moonlight.

“Look the part?” 

“Yeah…sexy, enticing,” he leans against the doorframe, his muscular figure backlit by the bedroom lights. “That sort of thing.”

“Oh, uh…” you start to say, your cheeks heating at the compliment. It’s entirely unlike him to say such things, and that fact has you stumbling over your words. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” is all he offers as a response. You nod awkwardly, then try to move past him. 

“Guess we better get back to it, huh?” You say, accidentally touching his hand as you try to inch past him.

Coming after them was a mistake. A voice rings out in Gabriel’s head. He pushes it away, even though time seems to stop as he feels your touch for the first time. Soft, tender, innocent. Something he doesn’t deserve. If he were a better man, maybe he would let you walk away, forget about the way your touch felt like freedom. He’d move on, let you find somebody worthy of bright love, but he’s not. He’s always been a villain. 

For the first time, he uses his abilities on an ally. He slips into wraith form quietly, moving like a cloud until he’s blocking your path to the door. A hint of surprise fills those bright eyes, your mouth hanging slightly open. God, what he would do to see what that mouth is capable of. 

“Reyes?” You question. Your path is now blocked, not that you wanted to go back to the party. 

“You look like temptation,” he growls out, but still keeps a foot or so between you two. You’re too stunned, too scared, to move. What if you do and it all stops? You don’t want that. Your heart picks up in your chest as you process his words. 

“Then what’s stopping you?” You say back breathlessly. The two of you have had tension, undoubtedly, for a while now, but he’s never gone this far. 

“Little ghost, I have scars older than you,” he says, taking a step forward. You hold your ground, trying and failing to ignore the heat building up in your stomach. 

“You don’t seem to be somebody that cares much about taboos, Reyes,” you say back, staring into his dark eyes. They pools of brown swim under the mask, looking like there’s a fire ablaze behind them. 

“I’m not,” Reyes says, then moves slowly, slower than you’ve ever seen him. He takes a few steps forward, looking down at you like a beast with cornered prey. Though, you’re not really cornered. He’s giving you time and space to get away, but you wouldn’t dare take it. You close the gap between the two of you, your hands wrapping up around his neck. He shudders under your touch, slipping his mask away quickly so he can press his lips to yours. 

Fuck. 

If Gabriel believed in a god, he’d think this was Heaven. Gabriel’s cock hardens in his pants the second your lips are on his. He thought perhaps he was incapable of feeling such things now, but your lips on his, they make him rethink everything. Your hands snake around the back of his neck and pull on his hair slightly, then you bite down on his bottom lip. He grunts into the kiss, his hands finding your hips and pushing you back until you’re up against the wall.

He braces one hand against the wall, then snakes the other up under your dress. You gasp softly when his hand traces lightly over your underwear, and the sound brings his dead soul to life again. 

Reyes pulls his kiss away to watch how you react when his fingers softly trace over your underwear. It’s the first time you’ve truly seen him without a mask. He has what resembles burn marks on one side of his face, and a scar across one of his eyebrows. As he notices you looking at his maskless face, he pushes down on your clit through your underwear. You gasp, your back arching off of the wall from just that touch. 

“Call me a monster if you want, Little Ghost. It’ll only make me harder,” he mutters, pressing his lips to your neck and biting softly. You squirm against him, your body begging for more than what he is giving you. 

“Please,” you mutter out, pushing your hips towards him to try to get any amount of friction you can. The last amount of control, or whatever it was that was holding him back, seems to snap the second you pathetically beg for him. His hand wraps around the band of your underwear and yanks, ripping the fabric as it is pulled off of your body. His fingers find your core and he pushes against your clit again. You reel, his rough and calloused skin making your core ache for more.

“Fucking soaked for me, hm?” He growls. He doesn’t wait for an answer before he pulls back and leaves you whining. “Be patient, Little Ghost. Good girls get rewards.”

He starts to unbuckle his pants, pushing them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs free, and you clench at the sight. He’s big, bigger than anything you’ve seen before. 

He moves quickly, clearly unable to wait any longer (not that you could wait either), and balls your dress up past your hips. He lines himself up at your entrance, then pushes in in one swift movement. It leaves you crying out his name and whimpering.

Gabriel was wrong. Your lips aren’t heaven. This is. You take him so fucking perfectly, it’s like you were made for him. Such a bright, sweet face, now with scrunched brows and soft whimpers as they take his cock. It’s like a reward he doesn’t deserve. Your hands find your way to his back and your nails dig in through his shirt. The pain eggs him on even more. His thrusts are hard and unforgiving as he pushes into you. You cry out his name over and over again like a prayer.

A dark part of his mind is overwhelmed with the urge to come inside you, mark you as his, tarnish you. Somebody that is basically the human embodiment of sunshine getting fucked relentlessly by a monster like him? Nobody else can have that. You’re his now, irrevocably. 

Your orgasm approaches you quickly, and you’re unable to hold back your moans as you clench down on Reyes’s cock. Your head falls against his shoulder as he continues thrusting. 

“I want…you to…come inside,” you stutter out in between soft moans. The thought of it has your body heating up again. You’ve been on birth control for ages now, and you need him in a way that you didn’t even believe possible. 

His hand sneaks in between the two of you and starts working your clit as he fucks you against the wall. White dots start to litter the corners of your eyes, tears pricking out at the overstimulation, but you enjoy every second of it. Your second orgasm comes quickly, and right as yours hits you, Reyes’s hits him as well. He grunts as he finishes inside you, then pulls out. You feel both of your releases drip down your thighs, for a split second, before he tracks it up with his finger and pushes it all back in. You shudder when he does, your core far too sensitive for it. You try to walk, but stumble, and he catches you in his arms. 

“Come on, Little Ghost, let’s get you cleaned up,” he carries you carefully to the attached bathroom and turns on the shower, letting the water warm up as he helps you out of your dress and takes your jewelry off. 

“Next time, I’ll be slower,” he says as his finger ghosts along your bare chest. “I want to worship this body.”

Next time? A smirk falls on your lips at the thought, and the implication. This was not a one-time thing for him, and that leaves you with a mind full of excitement, even as he steps into the shower with you. 

[princess-of-the-corner]

ML Roleswap (RichSwapAU)

Random assortment of thoughts that don’t really have rhyme or reason!

- Biggest change, Sabine’s brother hit it big as a TV chef, and he worked with Tom and Sabine when his restaurant chain started up. Tom and Sabine, as a result, hit it really big themselves. They now have several chains of bakeries coffee shops, and bistros all over Paris, and the greater France in area. This has done little to change their overall outlook, still being very calm, kind, compassionate, down to earth people.

- Marinette, while technically the “heiress” to DC Delights (company name) is still an aspiring fashion designer, and her parents are very supportive. She is privileged and knows it, but is occasionally unaware of how that privilege can affect others.

- Honestly, I can’t see Tom and Sabine being friends with André, and still being cool with how he and Audrey treat Chloé, so we’re going to have “decent!dad” André here. André is friends with Tom and Sabine, the pair supporting him through his divorce with Audrey, probably around when Chloé is … let’s say 6? 8? Under 10, at the very least. Audrey did not take this well, and has been showing up to pester André since the divorce was finalized. Mostly, she does this through Chloé, who still harbours a great deal of affection for her mom, and wants her approval.

- Marinette and Chloé were a little too young when the Divorce happened to really GET why Audrey and André were separating, so both still see Audrey in a (mostly) favourable light. (Sabrina, ironically, is staring at them like, “really? No idea why they split?”). Marinette in particular looks up to Audrey a lot as the “Style Queen”.

- Gabriel and Emilie own Gabriel’s, a small fashion boutique that does well enough for itself. Gabe has never managed to make it big, partially because as a young man, he told Audrey Bourgeois to shove her “patronage” up her ass, meaning Audrey did her level best to kill his career. In “current canon”, Audrey has encouraged Chloé to “oppose” Adrien, as Gabe’s son, and Chloé’s feels conflicted, as Marinette is clearly crushing on him. (Later, she will start almost exclusively buying from Gabriel���s to piss her mom off.)

- Nathalie is their store manager, cashier, and general help. She’s also dating them both. Adrien has grown up with her in his life, and calls her “Auntie Nat”.

- Adrien is mostly still homeschooled, though rather than a model, his parents taught him how to sew, and he helps out around the store. Recently, he made a push for attending public school, and Gabriel and Emilie reluctantly agreed, partially because they have … stuff going on, that they want to hide.

- Here, rather than using the Peacock and/or Butterfly to make Adrien, Adrien is a perfectly normal human kid. Instead, the Peacock and Butterfly (found as antiques, along with the book, and purchased for inspiration) have been used to help the Agreste’s with their business, getting inspirations for designs and so forth. However, though they’ve used the Miraculous far less than in canon, they still used them, so Emilie is becoming ill. She is not yet in a coma, just seems to be getting sick, so Gabe hasn’t dived completely off the deep end. He is still Hawk Moth, but is far more reasonable, and part of him making Akumas is experimenting, in the hopes that if he can’t get the Ladybug and Black Cat, he could eventually make an Akuma that can cure Emilie.

OR

- Amelie still uses the Peacock to create Felix, which puts HER in a coma eventually, resulting in Emilie taking up the Butterfly, so she can cure her sister, supported by Gabriel and Natalie.

-

Fuck it let’s go for a bit

- Honestly yeah roll with the big franchise of bakeries.

- Yeah I can’t take away /all/ of Mari’s naive nature. So she’s nice but a bit clueless on occasion. Like the ‘why don’t you just buy a new *insert item here*?’ response when someone complains.

- I’m going back and forth on Andre because like. Yeah Tom and Sabine wouldn’t approve of his nonsense. But there’s other factors like. 1.) they may not like him but being civil with people you hate is part of adult business deals, 2.) they may not have known how bad he was until later at which point Mari and Chloé are attached in which case 3.) Mari and Chloé are friends so Tom and Sabine are gonna play nice with Andre so they can make sure Chloé has genuine good influences who will actually be parents to her

- I think that even if they didn’t ‘get it’ before, the kids are old enough to understand now that things are fucky there and Audrey sucks

- Audrey being a petty bitch tracks lmao.

- Nathalie still being involved hell yeah

- Also yeah I can’t imagine Gabe and Emilie not being overprotective

- the potential with the Miraculosu is all sorts of hot mess to figure out tbh. Out of those options I’d lean toward the first because tbh if it was the latter I’d just swing back and knock out Emilie instead

[thetardisisnotourdivision]

I am unreasonably upset about the fact that I've been forced to accept that Gabriel was a Gerald.

For context, in An Inspector Calls, Gerald Croft is engaged to Sheila Birling when he meets a homeless, struggling Eva Smith in a bar, and essentially in return for a home and money he shows her affection (ahem), then gets rid of her once he no longer has a use for her. Now, obviously this isn't a direct translation, but the essentials are - a Gerald is a character who uses another character, in return for something they need, usually masking the fact that they're using them with affection and love.

And against my will I've had to accept that this is exactly what Gabriel does to Nathalie.

Did I want to think he had potential to be better? Did I think he genuinely cared for Nathalie?? Hell, did I just really really want somebody to care about Nathalie???

Probably all of the above but the point is: he's Gerald. And I cannot - I literally can't unsee it now. Their whole dynamic in S3 is like “oh boohoo I'm sorry I wish you didn't have to use the peacock Miraculous and kill yourself over it but uh I need to use your powers” “yeah no that's fine I'm all good”. Which, given the "Gerald" theorem, I'm assuming leads to the fact that what Nathalie needed, above all, was someone to care about her - and Gabriel came along, as Sheila Birling puts it, "like a fairytale prince", and was so caring and gentle and... Yeah. She fell for him. And. Yeah he genuinely did seem to care like twice. But so did Gerald. Gerald actually admits that he did care for Eva, just not the way that she cared for him, and, uh, not enough to not just dispose of her. So he discards her anyway when she stops being useful.

Leading me neatly to my point.

He starts using the peacock Miraculous the second it's fixed, the slimy bastard, HOWEVER. It runs way deeper than that. Assuming I'm right (which I almost DEFINITELY am), then Gabriel only needed Nathalie while she was useful. She didn't stop being useful in season three - she's still scheming for him, helping him with plan after plan. It's only partway through season 5 that she officially servers ties with him, and starts to actively hinder him.

Nathalie stops being useful when she fails as Safari. And I reckon that's when Gabriel and Tomoe decided she had to go.

(It's painfully, I-was-ugly-crying-over-it obvious in Conformation that Gabriel is fully prepared to let Nathalie die - in the original storyboard, her alliance was encouraging her to sleep, and he's very obviously prepared for this moment - I've made a separate post about it that I'll link if I can find it. However, onto the next bit)

With all of this, there's one thing that sticks out to me - Nathalie didn't see any of it until it was already too late. There could be many reasons for this. But you know who would have seen through it? Whose parents were all loving and perfect until she married the wrong man? Emilie. Emilie, who left behind those videos, which on the surface look innocent, but when you look deeper look like a (love confession???????) AHEM a warning. I reckon Emilie noticed what was going on and realised that Nathalie wouldn't see through Gabriel, so she left those videos addressed to Nathalie (not Gabriel, which surely they should have been - they were about him, after all - unless they were there...) as a warning. I don't think the videos were supposed to be about helping Gabriel, I think Emilie was warning Nathalie to get the fuck out of that house, and to take Adrien with her. Because Emilie knew it'd end like this.

Yes I'm still mad ok give me a break.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

I actually thought that Adrien and Gabriel's relationship seemed like it might have been possible to salvage in the early seasons. What do you think?

@tallwriter Starting a new post since this one was getting super long as this is a different topic.

The problem with Gabriel Agreste's character is that they very clearly wanted to write a sympathetic villain - you can tell that from how the show handles his death - but sympathetic villains don't work if you make them cartoonishly evil. You have to handle the situation with nuance and delicacy, especially when one of the main heroes is the villain's son.

Gorizilla is not a perfect episode by any means, but it does showcase how Gabriel should have been written if they wanted him to come across as complex and sympathetic. In that episode, Gabe thinks that Adrien is Chat Noir and, because there's no way to magically force Adrien to reveal himself or confess his secrets, Gabriel has to come up with a situation where Adrien would be forced to transform of his own free will (since that can't be overwritten with a ring or something crazy like that). Which is how we get Adrien hurtling to his death while his father looks on:

Adrien: Always! (jumps out of Gorizilla's hand, and over the side of the building) Yeah-ha! Hawk Moth:(from his lair) No! ... Hawk Moth:(from his lair) If indeed you are Cat Noir, then transform, son. Please. (Adrien continues to fall downward, resolutely remaining as he is) Come on, son! (Ladybug looks down at Adrien, then raises her head, eyes closed.) Ladybug: Cat Noir, help!! Hawk Moth:(from his lair, to Gorizilla) Drop Ladybug!

This is good writing. Yes, Gabe's plan was kind of dumb (you live with Adrien, dude, just bug his room), but if we accept that this was the only way to go about a forced reveal - and that does seem to be the writer's logic - then we see a situation where Gabriel put his son above winning. A situation where he's still very much the villain, but he's not a dastardly, cold-hearted one. He does love his son.

There are actually several of these moments in the first three seasons. Some involve Adrien and many more involve Nathalie. It's why season five's claim that Gabe put beating Ladybug above everything else rings hollow. He never actually did that outside of Evolution (S5E1). He's almost always been loved-ones first when it really counts, a thing that Ladybug uses against him in the final when she tries to crush Emilie. The whole "Ladybug obsession" thing truly feels like something they just made up for that one episode to justify Nathalie "turning sides" aka doing nothing useful beyond maintaining the status quo (hey, they needed someone to keep the senti plot from having consequences and it wasn't like she was doing anything useful anyway!)

The problem is that this "loved ones first" mentality is only used for big dramatic moments, often as a way to keep Gabriel from winning. It's not Gabriel's main characterization even though it needed to be if you want season five's ending to feel even remotely earned. Going into that ending, we should have all thought that Gabe was a messed up dude who truly did love his son. And, if Gorizilla, Style Queen, and Ladybug had all been examples of his standard characterization, then we would have thought that.

But that's not who the writers told us Gabe was.

Instead, his standard characterization paints him as petty, controlling, and manipulative. Which is wild because there was no reason to do that! Gabe could - and should - have been played as stern and removed, but generally loving when he's outside of the mask. In other words, Gabriel Agreste could be well liked while Hawk Moth was hated.

The crazy thing is that this is such a simple change to make. You either removed the episodes where Gabe's awful parenting is the source of the conflict (ex: Bubbler) or you just make a few minor changes to show that he's conflicted about his actions.

For example, take Chat Blanc, the episode that ruined so many elements of this show! In that episode, Gabe is a total bastard. He happily sacrifices his son's happiness to make an akuma in the form of Marinette and then, when Adrien's secret is revealed, does Gabe have any sort of conflict about traumatizing his son? The kind of conflict we'd expect after episodes like Gorizilla? Nope! He straight up delights in showing Adrien Emilie's... corpse? Comatose form? Whatever! Gabe then akumatizes Adrien with a smile on his face.

That gets the writers a solid F for consistent characterization. It's why I highlighted "almost" in red when I mentioned Gabe's motivation. Because in Ephemeral and Chat Blanc, the writing ignores the sympathetic stuff that characterizes the dramatic moments and goes straight for the worst-father-of-the-year, love-to-hate-him, please-let-him-die-now characterization that we get in most episodes.

If you were writing Chat Blanc's Gabriel to fit his intended complex, sympathetic mold, then you would probably drop the breakup plot or you'd have spent all season setting Marinette up as the perfect akuma target, changing the breakup into something that Gabriel felt that he HAD to do instead of opportunistic evilness. You'd also have Gabe drop a line like, "I'm sorry, Adrien. You'll thank me later" before the Chat Blanc akumatization. Or at least don't have him grinning! Do something, ANYTHING to show that Gabe sees using his son like this as a necessary evil and not a fun time! You know, like how he was begging Adrien to transform during Gorizilla? Almost like Gabe had stopped caring about winning and started just wanting his son to live.

Would these changes make Gabe less of a fun cartoon villain? Yes, but that's the point. Cartoon villains are cartoony. They're over the top. They have no nuance. Sympathetic villains don't work with those characteristics.

The normal way to get around this in a cartoon setting is to have secondary antagonists who can be played as cartoonishly evil. And, confusingly, Miraculous has those characters. Chloe, Sabrina, and Lila have been here since season one (Kim could also have stayed a bully and been added to that list, but he's not a teenage girl, so I get why they didn't do that /s.) Felix has been around since seasons three. Nathalie has been an active villain since season two. Any or all of these characters could be the cartoonish, nuance-less villain while Gabriel stays sympathetic.

Instead, they play Gabe however they want to play him in any given episode, making it so that he's impossible to understand from an audience perspective. I personally like the sympathetic take and think that those are the show's best episodes because I like complex villains. It's even how I write Gabe in my stuff because I go for less cartoony takes on canon.

I don't think a redemption was needed, but a sympathetic villain doesn't require one. All that term means is that you can understand the villain and be sympathetic to their plight. Redemption is optional. In fact, the goal is often not redemption, but an understand that, "there but for the grace of the gods go I." I mean, we've all lost loved ones. Wouldn't the power to bring a loved one back tempt you, too?

If they wanted to go for evil, cartoony Gabe, then they needed to drop all of the complexity and go for a Disney villain type character who gets a Disney villain death a la Scar or Mother Gothel. Don't give Gabe the wish. Let him fall to his own hubris by falling into the water of his secret layer and lading as a puddle of ash while a sad Ladybug looks on, having just failed to save him.

If you want to see an excellent look at how cartoon Gabe could have worked, then I highly recommend @zoe-oneesama's Scarlet Lady comic, which is just nearing its end after a multi-year run. I think it's fair to say that Zoe and I largely agree on canon's flaws, she just fixes them by leaning into the cartoon side of things, creating a hilarious story with lots of heart. Canon could have absolutely gone that way too and worked out wonderfully! The issue is not a lack of nuance, it's that they tried to add nuance without ever fully committing to it, making a story that is the worst of both worlds. While a more serious nuanced reboot would be my ideal dream, a reboot that scraps all of Gabe's nuance and just makes him go full evil would be just as satisfying and Zoe proves that.

[edosianorchids901]

Feeling Blue

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "muted colors"

Cw: verbal abuse, depression

“Are you serious with that?” Gabriel’s whole face contorted with disgust as he looked Aziraphale over. “That’s completely inappropriate.”

“I’m sorry?” Aziraphale asked, confused. “What’s inappropriate?”

“That!” Gabriel pointed at Aziraphale’s tunic. “Are you seriously wearing blue?”

Aziraphale glanced down at himself. Almost all of his doublet was in fact white, although it had a bit of bright blue trim. “Well, not very much. It was just so pretty, and I thought—”

“Don’t think.” Gabriel waved a hand, and Aziraphale jumped as the miracle slammed into him like a harsh wind. “Thinking requires brains. And you pretty clearly don’t have those, so just follow orders. Okay, champ?”

“Oh. I-I’m sorry.” Wilting, Aziraphale looked down at himself. His doublet was now all white. Gabriel had miracled away the color. “Um. What orders, precisely?”

Gabriel gave an aggrieved sigh. “Uh, I thought it was pretty obvious. Bright colors are super inappropriate. Only wear muted colors. Got it?”

Aziraphale opened his mouth to ask why bright colors were inappropriate. So many of the things in Creation, from flowers to animals, sported quite vivid colors. But no, he wouldn’t ask. Asking questions was a truly dreadful idea.

“Got it,” he repeatedly dully. “Muted colors only.”

He went back to Venice after a further lecture on how his choice of blue trim would have brought terrible shame to Heaven. The lecture further continued into chastising him for his sorrowful expression. Angels were to be joyful at all times.

Dejected, Aziraphale found Crowley seated near one of the many canals, drinking wine and watching boats drift past. “Well, you look awfully content. Having fun ruining lives?”

“Oh, always,” Crowley said, casual despite Aziraphale’s unusually sharp tone. “That’s me. Planning to bring about the downfall of humanity by drinking all their wine.”

Aziraphale sat and poured himself a cup. He rather felt like drinking the whole jug. Or perhaps pouring it on himself and adding some color back to his outfit. Gabriel could hardly complain about that, could he?

No. Of course he could. Gabriel could complain about every single thing that Aziraphale did.

“What’s up?” Crowley asked, tilting his head. “You look like want to murder my wine.”

“Oh, I do. By drinking all of it.” Aziraphale drank some, then rested his chin in one hand and sighed. This degree of petulance was likely inappropriate for an angel, too. “I’m sorry. I just had something of a difficult review.”

“No need to be sorry.” Crowley topped off Aziraphale’s cup. “Is that a new doublet?”

Aziraphale shook his head. “It’s the same one. But Gabriel miracled away all the color.”

Crowley gave him a horrified look. “Wot? Why?”

“Because angels are only supposed to wear muted colors.” Rather envious, Aziraphale eyed the red accents on Crowley’s doublet, an absolutely brilliant, rich color. “It’s my own fault, really. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be wearing anything other than white or beige or what have you.”

Frowning a little, Crowley tilted his head. “Did he say only white or beige?”

“Well, no. Just the muted colors bit.”

“So…” Crowley drummed his fingers on the table. “Could you do colors as long as they weren’t bright?”

“I don’t know. Possibly.” Oh, this was so miserable. Aziraphale simply wanted to flop over in the sun and lie there on the street being sad. It was an unusual impulse, and one that was likely also inappropriate for an angel. “Most likely. But it depends on Gabriel’s mood, really.”

“Nnnh. Yeah, I get that.” Crowley gave him another thoughtful look. “If you could get away with it though, what would you wear? Blue?”

“That seems a reasonable conclusion,” Aziraphale snapped. “Since I was, until an hour ago, wearing blue.”

“Lots of pale blues out there.”

“I suppose there are.”

“Wanna go shopping?”

Aziraphale shrugged, much gloomier than he liked to be. Angels ought to be cheerful and positive, not, well… blue.

“Come on.” Standing, Crowley offered a hand. “Let’s go for a walk, at least. Check out the latest fashions.”

Sighing, Aziraphale took his hand and rose. It likely was a better idea to get up and move about. Otherwise, he might simply melt into a puddle of sadness.

Venice was quite pretty, full of color. Aziraphale found himself rather envious of all of it. He even found himself envious of the sky and the water. They were allowed to be blue, and didn’t get accused of said blue being inappropriate.

There were even some blue flowers. That wasn’t fair either. Why was everything allowed to be blue except him? Even Crowley didn’t have to smile all the time.

At the immediate moment, Aziraphale was quite failing at smiling. Oh, he was an awful failure. Gabriel was likely right to chastise him so harshly.

“Oy.” Crowley nudged him. “Look at that. Bet you could get away with something like that.”

Aziraphale felt rather more like crying, but he made himself look. They’d wandered near a tailor’s shop—which was likely Crowley’s doing—and some truly lovely fabrics were on display. Many of them were extremely colorful, the sort of thing that Aziraphale would love to wear if it was solely up to him.

The fabric that Crowley indicated was subtler than that, primarily an off-white. But there were also bits of light blue, a swirling sort of pattern rather reminiscent of waves.

“Oh,” Aziraphale said wistfully. “It is very nice.”

“Yeah.” Searching Aziraphale’s face, Crowley squeezed his hand. “Maybe someday, eh?”

Although still feeling blue, Aziraphale managed a genuine smile in response. He wasn’t bold enough to risk even a muted blue soon after getting in trouble. But perhaps someday, he would gain the courage to try again.

[whataboutsimple]

Hi, it’s G again and it’s kinda late here so I apologise for my ramblings. I think what makes Gabriel so interesting and likeable is what we do know about him in Canon and what was shown. Despite the lie, his personality seems so earnest and it’s not like he’s just a blank slate filler good boy. He has snark, he has flaws, he’s interesting because of what we’ve seen of him and what we’ve heard of. He tried to bring people to safety when the wither storm attacked but the fact that he had an obsidian building in the first place was what intrigued me, even if I didn’t know it at the time. He already had something set up and made of the strongest material mineable and close to beacon town too, as though he’s prepared for anything just in case people become endangered and with a nether portal too to the minecart railway. He’s quick to think, to know when he needs help and all these other little things are what make him so interesting and the more I look, the more I speculate, the more I want to see. Anyways that’s enough for now I’m very sorry have a good day/night take care!

No need to apologise, dear G! I love your every ask!

For me personally it was almost the same, but at the same time I liked the fact that from the whole Order he's the only one who actually took responsibility for something.

C'mon, Magnus, Ellegaard and Soren are chillin' at their bases, Ivor doing Notch knows what and than there's Gabriel, who still goes around and does something for people.

I bet this whole EnderDragon thing for him wasn't even for fame, but a way to tell people that they can ask for his help because he can and will help.

Let's start from the very begininng:

Clearly as we can see he's the only functioning member of The Order Of The Stone. There's posters everywhere and merch, but I doubt he's the one selling it since there's a lot of stands with product not only his, but the Order, no way he would managed to do it all counting the fact that they do EnderCon every year but it's only now when Gabriel actually arrives there, so he's not trying to make money of it. For his protection he hired a guy who makes stupid puns and is afraid of chickens. Clearly he thinks he doesn't need normal protection, but he still hired him probably just to help the guy out with a job. At least he trusts himself to be able to fight properly if something will go down. We also see no guards in the building itself, which also means that Gabriel wasn't organizing this since he clearly can put himself in danger, but not others. He wouldn't risk people's lifes like that if it was on him. He doesn't even have any programm for the whole show, all he does is talk to people. He says that all of them can be like him if they want to. For example Magnus clearly wants to hold the crown to himself, meanwhile Ellegaard thinks she's the smartest person in the whole world. But Gabriel? No, no, no, he believes anyone can be great with proper training (for safety reasons). He talks to people as if it some friends meeting or whatever, he doeasn't put himself above all of them. When Axel tries to warn him about the danger, he patiently wait for a normal explanation, but of course he needs to continue the show because other people are there too. He still waited at least. Than there's Ivor. What Gabriel does? Nothing, he doesn't even think about hurting Ivor or calling the guard, he even let's him hug him. Of course he makes this "unhappy" look in case Ivor starts speaking about Order's lies. But other than that? He doesn't do anything, though he probably should've. Yeah, he attacks the Wither since he doesn't know just how strong the Command Block is. Maybe he assumed that this thing as strong as normal Wither? Which means he was ready to fight a freaking Wither just to keep people safe. And we all know that Wither is almost as hard to defeat as EnderDragon (we're talking abt normal way without clutches and glitches). When nothing is working, he thinks quick and gives the Amulet to Jesse, already knowing he won't go through the Nether Portal, but instead he will stay here and try to help people.

And that's obnly the first Episode! I could've ramble maybe abt other episodes as well but this thing is already long enough, ahah- I'm always waiting for your asks, dear G!<3

[httyddragonfox]

The Bad writing of Miraculous Season 4 & 5

Is it just me, or did the writing of Miraculous go down after season three? Chat blanc did so well that they tried to make every episode similar to it, but in doing so they completely changed the format of their writing.

For starters, Adrein is a sentimonster. That's alright, but their little to no hint before hand. Gabriel didn't even use the amok to keep Adrien in line, just scolded him. If he was so against it he could've done that, or if he had his suspicions he could've demanded Adrien tell him the truth with the amok.

Second, Gabriel is suddenly much worse of a parent. At least he had his morals in the first three seasons, and could be slightly reasonable, but now he's completely overriding Adrien's life. It's also inconsistent, sometimes he's completely aghast at the idea of Adrien being Cat noir, sometimes he's like "Yes, evil plan!" Sometimes he's against akumatizing Adrien, others he's "Yes, let's akumatize my son!"

Third, Suddenly 'Kagami is a sentimonster?' This isn't confirmed, but it's heavily implied. Gabriel suddenly has an arrangement with Tomoe. Almost as if she was aware of this the whole time. There was no hint before hand. When the ring is akumatized and broken, Kagami is fine, just like she was before when it was akumatized, Yet suddenly it's a big deal if it is.

Forth, what are they doing with Felix? In the third season, he was introduced as a horrible person who could pretend to be nice. Yet in the fourth and fifth season, it's a bit confusing what they are doing with him. He seems to be obsessed with going against Gabriel, that's consistent. Yet they have him appear in season 4, and "have him controlled by the ring?" In season 5, they have him be horrible in making everyone disappear, Kagami calls him a monster, and he sympathizes with the sentimonsters. Next time, he kidnaps Kagami and she loves in love with him, which is problematic. Then showing the truth to Marinette, he gets rid of the sentimonster even though he cared before. They made him horrible and then they redeemed him, but I'm not sure if he should have been redeemed, especially after the big win he gave Gabriel.

Fifth, the turned Chole into an irredeemable person. Yeah, she was bad before but at least she had her morals. She was somewhat kind to Sabrina, and she had insecurity issues. I don't disagree with the fact that she was selfish in her heroics and that made her a bad person, but I would've liked her continue to have a bond with Sabrina even as she was tormenting Marinette.

Sixth, Lila just seems a little ridiculous in how much she gets away with everything. They were trying to set her up as the next big bad, but in doing so she doesn't even have a set character. It turns out even the character of Lila is a lie and she has three moms, who just believe her lies whole-heartedly. Marinette told Alya that she was Ladybug so Alya should know that she is not Ladybug's best friend or maybe trust her friend a little more, but even she believes Lila!

Seventh, why is Natalie still working for Gabriel when she told him he didn't deserve her help?

Eighth, Kagami and Adrien are supposed to be together according to Gabriel and Tomoe. They never mentioned this before, heck, they weren't even paying attention when they were dating. Suddenly in season 5 it's super important that they end up together.

Ninth, They keep playing around with cataclysm. Cat noir was hit with a Cataclysm before and shattered his ribs but that was it. I thought his suit protected him, they're supposed to be near indestructible. Suddenly they act like if Cat Noir is hit with it he dies, if Monarch is hit with it he'll die.

Tenth, Gabriel destroyed the miraculous like it was nothing. They're supposed to be indestructible to the point that only cataclysm can destroy it.

Eleventh, the alliance rings are supposed to be made of metal, but they're also made of plastic and they're easily broken, yet they turn the alliance rings into a statue.

Twelfth, Tomoe easily gives up on the goal as soon as Gabriel is gone. Yet they wrote her as helping him to achieve her goal.

Thirteenth, Suddenly they're living in a utopia at the end of season 5, even though realistically it's not that easy to turn the world around. What about that school that's not really a high school? It didn't really sound to have that much structure to it. It sounds more like an activities center. Everything just sounds a little too good to be true.

Fourteenth, Gabriel got what he wanted, even if the world being destroyed and being remade is portrayed as a bad thing. Also, he's portrayed as a hero to the public even though he was horrible. Adrien even sees him as a hero, despite being the frontal victim of his abuse. That's problematic writing.

Overall, they tried to create a more serialized writing for seasons 4 and 5 whilst forgetting their writing for the first 3 seasons that were more episodic. It's a complete 180, shocks the audience, and feels sloppy.

[cillacantstudysosheshere]

About Crowley's angel name and why it's not that important

Ok hear me out here, I know there are a million speculations about Crowley's angel past, who he was before the fall, what was his name etc...but I don't think we'll ever fully know the answers to these questions.

The reason I believe so is mostly because, as Crowley pointed out numerous times, he's not that angel anymore. Aziraphale, as far as we've seen, only knows him as Crowley, we as the audience know him as Crowley, that's his name and it will continue to be his name. His former angel colleagues don't call him his old name when he goes to heaven at the end of season 2, they call him Crowley.

His angel name is a dead name (as Neil Gaiman pointed out when he talked about Satan/Lucifer in an ask here on tumblr), so yeah, given that Crowley seems very secretive about his old name (he doesn't tell Aziraphale when they meet and he almost seems bothered when Aziraphale refers to his past) I don't think we'll ever know. We had many chances to know what his name was in season 2 but we still don't know and yes it was clearly on purpose but not because it's important, it's because it's not, It's not relevant to the story.

What I do think is relevant is his status, or more precisely what his status was. I'm a firm believer of the Archangel Crowley theory but even if that ends up not being true we know for certain he was a high ranking angel:

- he confidently says to Shax that he could have performed a miracle that only "the mightiest of Archangels could have performed",

- he built parts of the universe both alone and with Saraqael

- he can stop time and seems overall more powerful than Aziraphale

- he can access Gabriel's files in heaven

- he seems to relate to Gabriel's lack of memories

So yeah, very powerful former angel who probably got their memory whipped who knows exactly what Aziraphale is getting himself into. THAT is the important part of the story, not his name. They leaned so much into Crowley's past in season 2 that it's pretty obvious that it will be relevant in season 3 at some point but I feel like we mostly already know what we need to know. Crowley is Crowley, I don't think a name could give us that many clues about his past.

I hope it won't be that important because what should matter is who he was for Aziraphale: the whole point is that despite being a demon he is not bad, that things aren't only black and white etc THAT is the point. If they lean too much into the "you are a different demon because you were a specific kind of angel" I would be a bit disappointed not gonna lie, because that's not the point. Crowley chose who he wanted to be, that's the main thing he keeps telling Aziraphale and that is what I want them to focus on.

So yeah, speculating is so much fun but in the end I don't think I care about Crowley's angel name.

[fandomandangstlover]

y'all wanna know about Wings of Blood's V1?

too bad, ah'm rumbling about it anyways. btw ah have no idea what ah wanna call V1, or fuck, even Gabriel?, so names might be changed in the future. yippee :thumbsup:

this isn't rlly all about V1, just. things about this au in general. ah have aus and ah need to rumble. feel free to ignore

- V1 is, very much stuck in a timeloop. where it resets when it kills Gabriel for good. no one rlly seems to notice except the Prime Souls (and V2 kinda? unsure as of now.)

- yes, the Gabriel in the Timeloop and the Gabriel? stuck in Purgatory are sorta separate people. Gabriel? is basically just future(aka fucking DEAD) ultrakill Gabriel. yeah imma call the Angel stuck in basically Purgatory "Gabriel?" or Angel till further notice.

something something.. Gabriel? doesn't recognize himself anymore. he's not the righteous hand of the father, he's not the judge of hell.. Gabriel was those things. Gabriel? is not, not anymore.

- V1 is kinda... numb to the Timeloop?? it's basically just infinite blood but he sorta develops a personality as each loop goes on. and man it's not dealing with his emotions well, as expected lmao.

- he's a little attached to Gabriel. in its own way, he sees him as a friend. he likes fighting him, he likes watching him laugh. the amount of times he goes through this just to see him again is.. yeah. idk what's going on between them but it's not straight lmao.

- Respawn is still a thing. Hell brings it back everytime it dies, and V1 sorta suspects it to be the reason for the Timeloop. it isn't. no one got a fuckin' clue on How in Fuck this in happenin'.

- Gabriel? does appear in his universe sometimes. he doesn't really have a stable way to differentiate the universes he's thrown into, so he often or not doesn't even know that this was his home. he often shows up in the Church in Heresy's final level, and rarely everywhere else.

he'll dance and play the oregon, or go up the levels just to see the sights. he's sneaky, of course. hiding and carefully flying around to avoid any demons or husks. he sometimes stay in Lust for awhile to just... repent? it's a reminder of what he had done in his blind faith. a reminder to unlearn them.

he encounters the Machine at times, too.

- V1 has seen & met Gabriel? before. In the loops that has gone by, he'll sometimes see glimpses of gold & red. he'll see those colors fly out of sight like a bird that got too close to a human.

when he managed to meet him in full, it was in the last Level of Heresy. it wasn't bathed in red, in fact, it's never covered red when Gabriel?'s around. it's.. bright. like the second phase of Gabriel's fight.

neither spoke. one because it was unable, and the other because it wouldn't matter. the Angel reached his hand out to the one who freed him from his chains, and the Machine took it without question. they danced the entire time. V1 never knew why Gabriel, not the one bleeding with his organs in full view dancing with him, didn't show up for his battle. but it knew that there's always be a next time to do so.

he would meet Gabriel? time and time again, always in rare moments and barely for more then a few hours. it would fight him, it would dance with him, and Gabriel almost found it with the Angel once. he ran before his past self could spot him.

- Gabriel? likes V1. he loves fighting it, he loves that it's actually a Challenge. he is eternitly grateful for what it has done to him. he's curious on what he could do, how many ways it could destroy him.

- yeah ah'm not sure if ah wanna make him a masochist or not. probably though. EDIT: RETCON AH ALREADY DID LMAO. anyways yeah dw he's fine with constantly injured. not sane at all but he's fine in that department, at least.

- uhh.... something something the Forest fucks with every bit of Gabriel?'s senses. sounds that he recognizes, glimpses of people, smells of blood & fire & everything else, the feeling of his wounds worsing.

- yeah Gabriel? looks HEAVILY fucked up. his wings are just Blood, his helo can go grey, pieces of his armour is broken to show organs, his helmet/head is cracked open with broken stars coming out of it, etc etc. ah honestly am not sure if ah wanna change his color scheme entirely or just.. add a color. but uh, yeah. yippee

kHxbsjakz wings of blood.... beloved.. things might change as time goes on but please enjoy a struggling mentally V1 & universe hopping fucked up Gabriel? !!

[redfluffz]

It's been touched on a few times, but what is everyone's damage exactly (like Mike's perfectionism)? I know there's the little snippets in the scribbles of God telling them each how to be "better", but I feel like there's a lot left unsaid so far. Raph almost seems checked out half the time, and it breaks my heart to think of what little Ariel might be dealing with.

(Anon because I fear I'm just very dense and am missing the obvious.)

(Also, I love this AU, even if God is definitely not Heaven's Greatest Dad.)

First, you are NOT dense! Those are really good questions and I really love to answer them. ❤️

Second, thank you! Yeah God is definitely one of the worst dads in history. 🥲

The reason why there are so many unsaid things is that we didn't get to the point in the comic and I really wanna show it, because describing wouldn't give you a fully understanding. You know, the feelings, how things came to be, ...

And I really hope y'all aren't so shocked when you see God creating Gabriel. In that time Luc wasn't around to stop his father ...

Yeah Ariel is the youngest and the most quiet one. I would even say, sometimes people (even God) don't recognize she is even there. Oh and Joph is really bad to her. Always telling her that she's not good enough to be an archangel, she is not beautiful ... and so on.

Raph has so much to do. He can't even catch a break and when he's taking one, he is told to be lazy. But he surely is handling his issue better than the others.

So I hope we are reaching to that point where we can see them all. Chapter 3 will be about Michael and this i where the fun begins!

Anyway thanks for asking! ✨️