#gabriel u dangerous man……

[neuvistar]

WHEWWWWW….

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[letternotekisses]

GAHHHHH THE LAST REAPER ONE HAD MY EYES PISSING FOR SOME REASON!? Love the nsfw slowburn and angst from that one. Can I kindly request for more?c:

Also cuz I don’t think I have seen that before on your blog could we get maybe a Bw!Gabe version with miss sunshine assistant this time?c: If u dont do the older timelines i would be also happy with grumpy reaps<3 love ur writing style btw u write all of the man so well wtf I’m addicted 😭

(18+mdni) anon u cutie<3 im hungover and gave my hand a try at bw reyes for the 1st time so im so sorry if its bad!

Reyes figured you were a plant, at first.

A little spy sent from Jack to gather up parts of intel that the golden boy of Overwatch could stick his nose into, to publicise the parts Reyes would rather stay hidden. And it was just like Morrison to send him someone so sweet and unassuming under the pretence of 'extra help', someone who'd bring him coffee with no complaints and organise his files with a smile. Someone to take some of that weight from his shoulders. It took a long time for Gabriel to even look in your direction at first, and even longer for him to start giving you any tasks.

(Although, that was partly your own doing. You'd stormed into his office one day when you were assured that he had no more meetings, jabbing a finger into the solid wall that was chest as you heatedly told him off over his flippant treatment towards you. Where Gabe then realised you were in fact not a honeypot, and rather just a very passionate young woman who wants to do her job. He let you chastise him until you were panting softly, where he then calmly asked you to make him a coffee, which had you thanking him in a tone almost too aggressive to be anything other than exasperatedly pleased. It was a slow start, but a start nonetheless.)

As much as he hated it, Gabriel soon came to rely on you for things. You knew every aspect of his schedule, knew how dark he took his coffee and even knew how to handle Genji and Cassidy when they started another stupid bet that had the vein in his forehead ready to burst. Gabe had become sickeningly attached to your presence at his side, clipboard in hand and an excited lilt in your voice for the day ahead. So bright eyed and bushy tailed it made him run hot with want and sick with guilt because he feared that Blackwatch would ruin you, and yet, he didn't want you to go.

And the threat of Jack plucking you back up and off to Overwatch still looms over him thickly like a storm cloud, has him drawn tight and stiff with uncharacteristic stress because he knows its something Jack can hold over his head, something he'd beg for like a dog, too.

You're too good for him and Reyes knows it. Too soft, sweet and kind compared to someone like him who runs with fire in his blood and stress hard wired in, and yet you're always there to pick up the pieces in a way that's well past professional. Letting him fuck your throat and use your mouth in in one of the many storage closets littering the hallways, in a slow stretch that makes pretty tears glitter in your eyes and has him whispering through grit teeth about how much of a good girl you are for helping him melt away some of that stress. Has him holding your hair back in a firm and tender grasp, thumbing your forehead like you were lovers.

In which, a part of him would like to be. He'd like to bring you back to his bed and tell you between breathy whispers that he loves you. To promise a ring around your finger between each slow thrust that has you gasping into his tan skin, scratching at his weathered back and whimpering his name. You're his in every way but that and it eats him from the inside out, tears his heart out his chest and eats it right in front of him because Gabriel knows he can't tether you to a man like him.

A man that isn't quite so human, something's hollow and missing and he plugs it with anger so white-hot that it fries him up inside. Time is running out and you know you're in danger by his side but you do it anyway. Gabriel knows that losing you means the world will have to burn and it makes something dark and smoky billow in his chest.

And after the Venice incident, he starts to feel that heat creep up behind him.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

A very merry Christmas to you, @2-depressed-4-u . It is I, your secret santa from @mlsecretsanta . I have had a wonderful time talking to you this year (even if I wasn't supposed to, oops), and hope you have a wonderful holiday.

And now, without further ado, your present.

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

If his father could see his room at that moment, Adrien was sure the man would faint with shock. Fortunately, Gabriel Agreste was needed in China to investigate one of his companies’ main manufacturers, so Adrien was in the clear… for now.

His room looked like his couch was almost pushed up against one wall, but he’d left a foot of space between it and the wall so he had full access to his masterpiece. Along the north-facing wall was a chaotic conspiracy board, with red string threading from picture to picture. Some of his pieces of evidence were printed out from his computer, like the article about Marinette designing for Jagged Stone or the picture of Ladybug kissing him from back during the Oblivo incident. Others were hand drawn to the best of his ability if he couldn’t find an appropriate image online.

But in the end, all the pictures led back to a center image: his limited edition poster of Ladybug.

Plagg hovered near one of the most important pieces of evidence, the feathered bolo hat Marinette had made. “Hey, kid… when’s the last time you got any sleep?” he asked, his eyes flickering between Adrien and his evidence wall.

“I don’t need any sleep,” Adrien spat, climbing over and onto the back of the couch so he could connect some string between a picture of Marinette and badly-drawn recreation of Multimouse. On the hand drawn page, he wrote no earrings????, with multiple question marks going off the page and onto the wall. “I need answers.”

“I thought you’d decided that you weren’t going to look for Ladybug’s identity anymore?”

The boy scoffed. “I thought so too, but you didn’t see what I saw! During that last akuma battle, Ladybug left, and then… Marinette was there! She always hides during akuma battles, she wouldn’t just run around during one, unless…” He pinned another picture to the wall, wrinkling the paper with his force. “She was Ladybug.”

Plagg sighed. “Or she was trapped in the area and took it as her chance to run. Or she was hiding but someone was in danger, so she rushed out to help. Or some other reason why she’d risk her life. Why don’t you just ask her, kid?”

“Because if she’s Ladybug, she’d just lie!” Adrien explained. “I know how this works, Plagg; we’re not supposed to know each other’s identities. Ladybug sticks to that rule better than me… and no matter how good of a person she is, or how much Marinette hates liars, she’d still be willing to lie to protect herself.”

“If she’s lying to protect herself, then wouldn’t she be safer if you didn’t discover who she is? If you stopped your investigation now, before someone gets hurt?”

Adrien shook his head, picking up another picture of Ladybug. “You don’t understand, Plagg. She shouldn’t have to look out for herself. I should be the one to do it for her.”

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

Adrien’s plan started the next day at school.

Keeping an eye on Marinette proved impossible when she sat directly behind him, but he kept a keen ear on her and Alya’s conversation. While he didn’t think his Lady would be so blasé to discuss her superheroine life where anyone could hear her, he was expecting at least some reference. Alya was her best friend after all; he’d certainly let things slip to Nino throughout his months as Chat Noir.

But no. There was nothing. When not distracted by classwork, all they talked about was the Ladyblog, and Marinette’s new commissions for Kitty Selection. So, it was onto plan B.

When Plagg was trying to talk him out of this—and really, wasn’t that evidence unto itself, that Plagg was trying to talk him out of investigating—he’d said that Adrien reminded him of Alya. Reminded him that Alya had once done the same thing to Chloe, and gotten akumatized for it. But Adrien wouldn’t get akumatized! For one thing, Marinette was in no way like Chloe. For another, Adrien, and Alya back then, had direct evidence that Chloe wasn’t Ladybug, since Chloe was often seen with or around Ladybug.

Outside of the Multimouse incident, had Adrien ever seen Ladybug save or even talk to Marinette?

No.

But Plagg’s words had reminded him that he wasn’t the only person who’d ever searched for Ladybug’s identity. And his best ally sat behind him and to the left.

Adrien pulled Alya to the side during lunch, with Marinette watching curiously and Nino shaking his head in amusement before engaging Marinette in a conversation. Adrien knew he could count on him. And when he found an abandoned classroom to talk to Alya, he swallowed and began to explain.

She’d looked nervous, when he began, but as he kept explaining all his evidence as to why Marinette could be Ladybug, a thoughtful expression bloomed on her face. But that didn’t mean she automatically believed him. And then she asked a damnable question. “What about Lila?”

Ah. He’d forgotten about Lila.

He preferred to forget about her rather than think about—

Alya continued. “Because she and Ladybug are best friends, you know? But I’m pretty sure Marinette hates Lila. Not that she’d ever say she hates Lila, but she refuses to go to girl’s day when Lila is invited, and she leaves sleep-overs early when she’s there, but Lila has no idea why—”

Oh, Adrien had a good idea why. And it was the same reason why Adrien had convinced his father to only allow single or boys-only shoots for him this spring, that it was more fashionable that way.

“Maybe it’s a ruse?” He offered instead. “Maybe Marinette’s only pretending to dislike Lila so she doesn’t find out her identity? It’s not like Lila has ever said she knew Ladybug’s identity.”

“Well, she did imply it once…” When did that happen!? Adrien might be mostly ignoring Lila at this point, but how did he miss that? “But she backtracked when I asked some more questions, so I think she only suspects she knows who Ladybug is. But if Marinette is Ladybug, then we could talk to her and she doesn’t have to pretend to hate Lila anymore!”

Alya gave a blinding smile. Adrien didn’t have the heart to tell her that Marinette definitely would not change her opinion of Lila if they discovered her identity.

In fact, she might yell at them both.

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

With Alya on board to stalk Marinette for all the wrong reasons, Adrien had started to feel a little more secure in his plan to discover Ladybug’s identity. For the rest of lunch and the remainder of class, Alya used some leading questions on Marinette to try and get any information, but she was like a steel wall. Alya had even thought up a cool audience participation event where Ladyblog would post everyone’s fan heroes that sounded really interesting.

(Marinette said she’d want to be a black cat hero! She was so cute—)

But there was nothing that pointed towards Marinette being Ladybug. After school, once Alya had begged off girl squad duties and Adrien had lied about an extra long fencing meeting, the two met up to stalk Marinette.

First, she spent a few hours at Eiffel Tower, designing. Then, she spent an hour in a fabric store, picking out a few yards of champagne fabric, all of which looked the same to Adrien’s discerning eye, but were clearly different to her. And finally, she met her parents at a local Italian bistro for dinner. And despite spending their entire afternoon stalking her, they’d learned nothing.

Nothing except the fact that Marinette had an adorable habit of talking to herself when she was alone, but that wasn’t strictly evidence.

Alya sat back on the bench, pulling her disguise hat down to cover her eyes. Marinette and her family were clearly visible from the restaurant window. “Maybe she isn’t Ladybug?” Alya asked. “I mean, Ladybug usually patrols in the afternoon, and she hasn’t left our sight all day!”

That was more because Adrien had offered to talk Ladybug’s afternoon patrol that day, but Alya didn’t need to know that. He hiked the newspaper with holes cut out for eyes higher onto his face. “She could be having an off day?”

“No. Adrien, what was your real reason for—”

Suddenly, the ground shook and people screamed as an akuma, eye-screaming pink and cackling at the top of his lungs, whipped past. They shot to their feet. Alya begged off to chase after the akuma and Adrien let her, his eyes glued to the window. Her family was still there, but Marinette was gone. Was she in the restroom? Or…

“Adrien, what are you doing?”

“I’m just going to check,” he told his kwami, running to the backside of the bistro. If Marinette was Ladybug, she’d have to escape out the back, right?

“There’s an akuma! Come on, you have to—”

“I just need to check!” He scolded. He was almost there!”

“Damn it, kid!” Adrien froze. Was Plagg… mad at him? Plagg was never mad at him! “This has gone on long enough! Is your love life really worth other people’s lives!?”

No. No it wasn’t. And Ladybug would hate him if he even considered for a second skipping out on a battle just to look for her identity.

Really, there was only one choice left.

“Plagg, claws out.”

“Finally!”

He’d have to try again another day. Think of a new plan of attack. But for now, he was Chat Noir. And Chat Noir had a fight to win.

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

The next day, Plagg immediately wriggled his way into Marinette’s purse, where Tikki sat, contently eating a chocolate-chip cookie.

“Sugar Cube, you’ve got to make sure your user is more careful,” he said, rubbing his head with his paws. “Adrien almost found out her identity!”

“What!?”

[kairiscorner]

Can u write a headcanon of a gabriel ohara x stark reader where she has a machine that goes to different dimensions and she meets gabriel in his dimension and they fall in love

OH YES !!!!! i love that what, gabri is the sunshine to reader's grump storm (*´ω｀*)

gabriel o'hara x stark!fem!reader headcanons

if you had tony's personality, i think gabri would've been scared of you at first 😭 blown away at first by how beautiful you are, but when he finds out you're a no-nonsense sarcastic genius, he not only falls harder for you, but calls you 'ma'am' out of fear and respect.

he found the fact you could hop from one dimension to another EXTREMELY INTERESTING, though when you would explain it to him, all he did was smile widely like a dork and stare at you while you spoke.

"you're so pretty when you talk." "were you not listening to a thing i said?" "i was listening... to the way your lips moved... how your eyes fluttered while you blinked, and you–" "that's enough." "w-wait, please, keep talking!"

he's always your right hand man, and when you need something, before you could even finish what you were gonna say, gabri's got you covered already and hands you the tool or machine you need.

he loves teasing you, like all the time. he teases how you'll be grumpy if you don't learn how to lighten up.

"how do you suppose i do that when i'm busy all the damn time." "well, that's why you have me! see, smiling's not hard!" "it is when you have nothing to smile about." "do compliments make you smile?" "it's just empty flattery, i smile as a formality." "that can't be right, you'll look older than you really are if you keep frowning!" "i'll cryogenically freeze myself, there." "but then... i won't be able to spend the rest of my days with you." "who said i wanted to spend them with you?" "okay, ouch, hermosa, alright :("

he says sorry to those you accidentally offend or piss off with your snarky attitude, he's the only thing keeping you from getting assassinated or screwed over by your business partners who might become your enemies one day 😭

he scolds you sometimes for not taking care of yourself, and when you snap at him, tell him you never ask him to care, he just replies to you that he knows you never asked, but he chooses to care about you.

you'd've started falling for him after a long while, seeing him ceaselessly care for you and help you out better than any machine you've ever created and any person you've ever hired. and though gabri fell for you first... you definitely fell harder.

he gets all excited when you tell him to come with you to other dimensions for help, even if it isn't for leisure or hanging out with him, he'll do anything to spend the day with you.

when gabri gets all relieved after you come back to him after a dangerous mission, he gets all nervous, stuttering and stammering about how worried you've made him, and all you do to get him to calm down is hold him close and kiss his lips.

he makes you food when you're too busy with work, he hates seeing you go another hour without eating or drinking water.

he insists you go to bed and actually have a decent, reasonable sleep schedule.

"nena, lights out." "just a few more minutes, i'll finish up here soon, gabe." "ay, no more working, please, you've been here all day. i'll take over for you." "no." "fine, then at least come with me to bed?" "i'll sleep when i'm dead." "...please?" he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek as he pleads you to come to bed :>

tags !! @binibinileonara @ophanimgold

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for some reason i cant answer this ask directly BUT thank u user @honestlytastygayasstrash for the ask now get ready for the longest post ill ever write. I fucking love talking about my characters.

here they are. my scrimblos. :

Antek, token cis white man of the group: -ISFJ, he/him, age is around 18, listens to ABBA, Queen, Modern Talking, Manaam, Obywatel GC, Lady Pank and Depeche Mode.

(i think i wrote it on his ref sheet but he got his scar by simply tripping over a cupboard as a child. He doesnt tell anyone about this though and always comes up with different stories about how he got the scar. So some people think he got it by winning a bear fight or fighting a drunk old man)

-he is a fucking menace. and i mean it. most insane man on earth that always tries to grab others attention in the most dangerous and stupid ways imaginable. Also uses alcohol as his weapon to look and act more cool and always fails miserably. Hes also very noncommittal and always switches out the people that he talks to after a week, simply because he doesnt feel comfortable with anyone. But he still loves getting attention from others so he keeps getting into these relationships just to drop them later. Theres something different about Bianka and Gabriel though and thats why theyre friends. and I think his pinterest board explains his personality better than i ever will

and some fun facts! hes surprisingly good at cooking and is the only one in the group that knows how to drive a car.

if it comes to Bianka shes my favorite goth woman ever. Here is some info about her: -ENTJ, she/them, is around 17, listens to Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus, Sisters of Mercy, Myslovitz, Republika, Depeche Mode and The Cure.

-Obviously shes recognized mostly for her gothic makeup which I absolutely love drawing. And shes goth herself, and is even in a gothic punk band! The band members include her, as the bassist, Helena as the singer, Janek as the drummer and Antek used to play the keyboard before they kicked him out.

And this is how I imagine them:-) just two alt girls and just some guy. Love them

-Bianka is the most confident out of everyone in the group, even Antek who's all over the place. She knows when to stop talking unlike him though. However her being confident doesnt mean she likes being in the spotlight, in fact, she absolutely hates it. She hates that everyone is always listening to her and whenever she walks in the room all eyes are on her. So most of the times she just wants to hide and spends time in her little circle of friends, but if theres an emergency then shes the first one to intervene. She also has a very weird moral compass just like Helena so theyre best friends, obviously.

Literally her. A fun fact about her is that she has like four Siouxsie and the Banshees posters in her room and owns a golden retriver which I didnt name yet.

oh and i forgot to mention but Bianka has Chinese ancestors and has a lot of chinese facial features that I always fail to draw because I focus on her makeup too much.

The last one is Gabriel, miserable ginger guy whos also the main character of the plot and yet i know so little about him. Im still figuring out his personality honestly. Anyhow:

-ISFP, he/him, age 17, listens to Tame Impala, Gorillaz, The Strokes, MGMT, David Bowie, Dolly Parton and Depeche Mode. All three of them are Depeche Mode fans.

-As I mentioned I know very little about him. But I think hes more of watcher of the world around him than a member of it. He's mostly quiet because he cant figure out when its the best time to speak, unfortunately that also means he keeps his best jokes to himself. Hes also mostly dissociated from the world and tries to be an active member of it so bad that he always ends up doing stupid things or hurting himself in the process. I think its just safe to say hes still figuring out his place in the world, and because the world around him confuses him so much he holds onto safe memories most of the time. Thats why hes a photographer and likes catching all of the important moments of life on camera, its like a comforting feeling for him. Hes also very irrational and a people pleaser but i blame it on his undiagnosed AuDHD honestly.

questionable pinterest board explains his personality well too

-as hes the narrator of the story, its very important to mention hes a queer character. I avoided talking about the queernes of others characters on purpose, since its an important part of their story that i dont want to share yet but without any context ill just say that Gabriel is a trans man and bisexual!

as for fun facts he owns a cat named Felek, really likes green olives and lives with his grandparents. Antek also taught him how to drive a car but he never put that info in use.

AND HERE COMES MY FAVORITE PART!!!! ILL EXPLAIN THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN THEM ALL!!!

starting with Gabriel and Nastka, whom I didnt mention in this post as shes just a side character, its important to know that these two are childhood friends. Theyre not that close anymore, their relationship disappeared as time went on, but they both keep each other in their memories and think about each other a lot. They both nicknamed each other after Dead Poets Society characters too, so Nastka never calls Gabriel by his name, but Todd. Theyre also neighbours and share a balcony. Sometimes they meet there as theyre hanging up clothes to dry and just exchange smiles.

The relationship between Gabriel and Antek is more complicated. They met on a party once and never got to know each other better, but couldnt stop thinking about each other. Gabriel just knows about Antek from Bianka's stories and vice versa, and whenever they meet everyone thinks theyre best friends because of how well they can get along without even knowing a thing about themselves. They always end up dancing together on parties, going on walks at night and talking about their favorite books somewhere in the corner, having deep conversations about their views of life but they never ask each other personal questions and if you ask one of them to say whats their favorite color, they wouldnt know. I like to think the universe never gave them a chance to know each other better because if it did theyd be too powerful together. Maybe if they got to know each other better theyd be more than friends.

Bianka and Anteks relationship is pretty similar to the relationship between Gabriel and Nastka. Theyre also childhood best friends and first met each other in the counselors office in 6th grade as Bianka tried to beat someone up for being mean to Antek, a guy she didnt even know yet. She just needed an excuse to get in a fight with some boys that she didnt like and somehow made a best friend ten minutes later. Since then theyve been on and off, sometimes splitting up for months at a time and going back to each other to spill everything theyve learned while they were away. They always find support in each other even if they cant understand each other that well and are total opposites. Somehow Bianka always finds a way to cheer up Antek, even if shes the one to make him feel bad in the first place.

Antek was the first one to suggest they should make a band, and they tried several times until they ended up with Helena and Janek which I previously mentioned.

And the last one, Bianka and Gabriels dynamic..... its very cute actually. Bianka is the first person to show Gabriel the world around him and introduce him to new possibilities. She showed him goth dance moves and helped him find his taste in music. They met in high school as they sat together in math class and if not Bianka being confident and immediately accepting Gabriel as her friend, hed never speak to her. He probably still thinks shes too cool for him, but is very happy to have her as a friend anyway even if he feels belittled by her sometimes. Feeling belittled is why Gabriel usually doesnt speak to her first and waits until she does it first. They often do sleepovers where they watch all of their favorite movies for the tenth time.

Also they all have friendship bracelets. All three of them.

I dont know what else I could talk about so i think thats all!! Thats still such a long post I hope someone actually reads it. Thank you for asking about them I had so much fun writing this<3

I also purposefully avoided talking about the plot of Migawka because I want to keep it a secret. I really want to write a book or a comic one day with all three of the characters and so I wanna keep the plot to myself until I finish writing.

anyhow, heres migawkas pinterest board.

https://pin.it/7tFnFoH

[emo-emu64]

Sweets

Gabriel (Supernatural) x Reader request for @mo0nchan

Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the dark room. As you blink away the heavy grasp of sleep, you scan your surroundings. A habit picked up after years of facing the disoriented confusion that comes along with being kidnapped on a hunt.

After thorough investigation you come to the conclusion that you are safe, in your room, in the bunker. You had been injured on a hunt, Sam had properly patched you up. You had been left here to rest while they finished up.

You weren't at all fond of Sam's suggestion to miss out of the rest of the hunt, but with Cas and Gabe both gone on an extensive and dangerous hunt, the only thing yo u could do to help the nearly 6 inch open wound, was rest.

As you leave your grogginess behind, you realize just how difficult it is to swallow, your mouth gone dry from t he nearly eleven hours you had been unconscious.

Before you can open the door to make your way to the kitchen, you pause. There are muffled voices coming from your previous destination. You recognize them almost immediately as two of the demons that you had just a day ago been fighting for your life against.

You can picture their faces, and you shudder at the realization that one of them is the reason you are here in the first place. Responsible for the painful gash running across your abdomen.

However, you still can't help but smirk at his next words.

"Can't wait to show that little bitch what she's in for, after the shit she pulled with that fancy fucking knife of her's."

Demons don't normally travel in large groups, which is what made this underground network of demons so fascinating. It was a black market of sorts, gathering large groups of crossroad demons into one places to act as vendors. Rather than pay copious amounts of cash, patrons traded in their souls for illegal goods and favors.

You needed a place to start, and that place just so happened to be a demon by the name of Isaiah. Despite his high-ranking in the scheme he had slipped up one too many times, allowing you to find and capture him, using your angel blades to force whatever information out of him you could.

Now you grasp that very same blade as you make your way to the kitchen.

You stand over their bloodied and lifeless bodies, gasping for breath as you hold an arm loosely over the freshly opened and once again bleeding wound.

"Honey, we're home!" The cheerful voice you know oh so well booms throughout the bunker in a sing-song voice. You make your way through the bunker hoping to find one of the angels.

You do, Castiel unpacks a small duffle-bag, looking up when he senses you pesence,

"Hi."

"You are bleeding."

'Thank you, Captain Obvious, I hadn't realized.'

Your plan to have Cas heal you before Gabriel realizes is thrown out the window as the man of the hour enters the room.

"Cas, I really hope you're not startin' up that whole talking to yourself thing again. It was hella freaky," Gabriel looks up, and is unable to finish his statement.

"Is that blood?"

You look down, "No?"

"Sweets, that is not the type of question that should be answered with another question."

"Only like, half of its mine, if that makes you feel any better."

He squeezes his eyes shut a moment and sighs, before moving towards you. In a flutter of wings you are back in your room. Gabriel worked fast, grabbing a towel to set on the bed before gently pushing you to sit.

His large hand cups your face and you are immediately filled with electrifying feeling that comes with archangel grace. Your eyes close as he heals your wounds.

"Mind telling me what the hell happened here?"

Your eyes slowly open, "Only if I get to wash this blood off first."

He sighs, placing a kiss to your forehead, "Alright, I'll start the shower."

[hazbinfab103]

My version of the Holy Princes

Michael-The 5th elder with the V shaped halo and the ring around his neck and Lucifer’s twin. He has green eyes with yellow sclera, green robes, yellow hair, and a yellow halo. He’s the strongest of the Archangels and acts like Lucifer, depressed and anxiety ridden and guilty about the past. He feels deep remorse over what he did to Lucifer and (tw) does cut himself (end of tw). He’s very distant with his siblings because he doesn’t want to hurt them like he hurt Luci. His full title is Holy Prince Michael Morningstar, Sword of God

Raphael-The 2nd elder with the 5 dots on his robes. He has pink eyes with yellow sclera, pink robes with 5 white dots, yellow hair, and a yellow halo. He’s the healer of the Archangels and is a kind and mature older brother, although he isn’t a fighter and is very skittish, which is why he didn’t defend Lucifer when Gabriel had Michael mutilate him. He hates himself for not being stronger. His full title is Holy Prince Raphael Morningstar, Healer of God

Jophiel-The 4th elder with the squiggly line that looks like lightning on her chest. She has orange eyes with yellow sclera, orange robes, yellow hair, and a yellow halo. She is the one in charge of training new Angels and most of the time acts like an alpha bitch, only less of a bitch. She’s very sassy and shows little respect towards those she hates, while acting confident and kind to those she likes. She’s a girlboss. Unfortunately, Michael is stronger than her which is why she couldn’t defend Lucifer from him. She hates Michael, Uriel, and Gabriel and the girlboss act is mostly to stop her from crying all the time and showing her depression. Her full title is Holy Princess Jophiel Morningstar, Beauty of God

Azrael-The 1st elder with the eye on his chest and overly complex halo. He has blue eyes with yellow sclera, blue robes, yellow hair, and a yellow halo. He’s collects souls and takes them to the afterlife, but hates having to follow Gabriel’s inconsistent policies. He acts formal, intimidating, and has an air of authority that no one dares question. Underneath he’s depressed about what happened to Lucifer and has visited Lucifer to apologize to him. So far he’s the only one on good terms with Lucifer. He despises Gabriel for what he’s done with Heaven. His full title is Holy Prince Azrael Morningstar, Reaper of God

Uriel-The 6th Elder with the U on her chest and lines on her face. She has a yellow helmet, yellow armor and robes, a yellow halo, and underneath the helmet she has yellow hair and yellow eyes. She is the second, and currently active, warrior of the Archangels who follows Gabriel’s will to the letter. She’s ruthless, cold, and will destroy anything that doesn’t follow God’s will. She helped train the Exorcists and hates Lucifer, viewing him as too dangerous to live. If allowed, she would burn Hell to the ground with her golden spear. She is distant from everyone else and has no friends. She does not talk a lot, but when she does everyone in the room is filled with fear. Her full title is Holy Princess Uriel Morningstar, Fire of God

Gabriel-The elder in the middle, directly behind Lucifer. He has purple eyes with yellow sclera, purple robes, yellow hair, and a purple halo. He is the leader of the Archangels and the man who speaks God’s will, or what he says is God’s will. He is intelligent, goofy, manchildish, and sadistic. He has is the one who ordered Lucifer’s banishment, having always been jealous of him. He loves chaos and death, using his position to do whatever the fuck he wants no matter the consequences, and he certainly isn’t going to let some brat in red ruin his fun. His full title is Holy Prince Gabriel Morningstar, Voice of God

Archangel Age order:

Gabriel

Raphael

Azrael

Uriel

Jophiel

Michel and Lucifer

[luukka]

ALLOOOOOOOOO (～￣▽￣)～

How u beeeeeeeeeeeeeeen? hope ur taking care and make sure to stay hydrated and eat <333333333

PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS THE GUARDIANS ANOTHER GOOD OL MOVIE LES GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i just got a few questions feel free to just pick one <33 ..... 1. how did Gracie and jack frost met? (that and how she met the other guardians) did she met them like in the movie or was it before or after the events of the movie?

2. (bit nervous cuz im not sure if this sounds rude to ask forgive me if it does) if she and jack start dating how would they deal with him not being able to age? or does something happen that make either Gracie stay the same or jack being able to age like a normal human? since he's stuck at the age he became a "spirit"? which in the books is 14 but in the movie 17 (imma be honest with this info maybe he can sorta age but its just....slowly? im not sure, this is sorta whether u consider the books and movie separate or not)

kinda curious now why they aged him bit in the movie

lmao anyway thank u for hearing me ramble TAKE CAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (sorry if there r any mistakes in spelling)

Girl you have no idea how much it makes me happy when you ask questions lol it gives the possibility to say more than what I planned especially now xD you know what I'll answer BOTH because I have A WHOLE. DAMN. LORE. AS IF IT WAS. A SECOND. MOVIE (I'm tired of me) this will be long asf sorry I advance 🧎🏾‍♀️

First Jack and Gracie met after the events of the first movie, BUT, technically, they met when Jack was still human. "What ?? How is it possible ??" And that's simply because Gracie reincarnated multiple times through time because she's a mermaid ! (I was like sixteen when I created her I feel like it's a necessary info I'll say more later about the lore) so when they met, they were Jackson and Purity Grace, in the 1700s something. Their trope would be Immortal x Reincarnated. They fell in love during this era but Purity Grace died a year before Jack in an arson with her entire family (I'm a cruel piece of trash i know hehe)

For the second (which is totally appropriate) She's 19 and he's 17 but she won't age any longer, I'm explaining: in this lore, mermaids has the possibility to reincarnated and grant wishes for the ones they want. When she was still a mermaid in the 1500s something she granted a lot of wishes because she loves humans, but her first love died and she was cursed by someone called The Wlaker after she refuse to help him : she is condemned to forget her name and die in the very place where she caused it, and everytime she will never exceed the twenties and will die in horrible pain. Which is what happened later, she's captured by colons, treated like a witch, she will be sprinkled with salt, which will take away her powers, and quartered in the public square. Now I'll try to go faster because it's getting long so then she reincarnated six times before Gracie and the more she reincarnated, the more she's unable to imagine or dreams things and every time, no matter how she looks Jack seemed to recognize her but not remember her, and it's the same for Gracie.

When Gabriel (one of her lives) who almost never had dreams, underwent several dangerous operations which caused his death. A divide was created in her discernment of reality and imagination and Gracie began to have hallucinations from Angela David, around the age of fifteen. Gracie's hallucinations are actually a mixture of memories from her past lives, dreams, nightmares and children's wishes intertwined in her mind. Because of her numerous reincarnations, Gracie is unable to dream when she sleeps nor discerns correctly the reality from the false. But destined to become a guardian, the Man on the Moon helps her regain possession of her increasingly strong powers. She will regain all her memories thanks to her teeth that are the exact same since her first life.

So when she meets Jack and all the guardians a bit more than a year after the movie, she thinks they are hallucinations, unrealistic forms of what the kids used to believe (and she never believed in them btw) but she has to face the truth when they take her to the North Pole because cold can't lie lol. Also she's close to Pitch since she's a kid because, as for Jack, she's one of the only one that sees him but she never was scared, and he kinda sees his daughter in her ANYWAY HERE'S THE BEGINNINGS OF WHAT IT WAS WHEN I STARTED DRAWING THEM

IT'S MESSED BUT YEAH BECAUSE SHE HAS HALLUCINATIONS SHE THINKS SHE'S CRAZY

SoRRY IT WAS SO LONG BUT I GOT EXCITED I'll show how she becomes a guardian (be prepared there will be blood and tears) and how she looks like (which I'm fighting with the charadesign since years help) also I'm very good thanks for asking ✨

[dust-n-roses]

My favourite first listens of 2023!

In no particular order – though I will say that my album of the year is Take Me Back To Eden & my song of the year is The Dirt I’m Buried In!

Dance Devil Dance (2023) – Avatar (standout song: The Dirt I’m Buried In)

Take Me Back To Eden (2023) – Sleep Token (standout song: Rain)

In Absentia (2002) – Porcupine Tree (standout song: The Sound of Muzak)

Larks Tongues’ In Aspic (1973) – King Crimson (standout song: Easy Money)

Train of Thought (2003) – Dream Theater (standout song: In The Name of God)

Aqualung (1971) – Jethro Tull (standout song: Aqualung)

Abbey Road (1969) – the Beatles (standout song: I Want You (She’s So Heavy))

Screaming for Vengeance (1982) – Judas Priest (standout song: Electric Eye)

Up The Downstair (1993) – Porcupine Tree (standout song: Burning Sky/Fadeaway)

Danger Money (1979) – U.K. (standout song: Danger Money)

Thick As A Brick (1972) – Jethro Tull (standout song: Pt. 1)

Todd Rundgren’s Utopia (1974) – Utopia (standout song: Utopia Theme)

Red (1974) – King Crimson (standout song: Starless)

The Least We Can Do Is Wave To Each Other (1970) – Van der Graaf Generator (standout song: After The Flood)

Eternal Blue (2021) – Spiritbox (standout song: Circle With Me)

Honourable mentions

Individual songs I enjoyed a lot!

Get Him Back! – Olivia Rodrigo

Veteran of the Psychic Wars – Blue Öyster Cult

Perhaps – Guns N’ Roses

The Green Manalishi (With The Three-Pronged Horn) – Judas Priest

Personal Shopper – Steven Wilson

I Can See You – Taylor Swift

Solsbury Hill – Peter Gabriel

Rockin’ In The Free World – Neil Young

Doctor Doctor – UFO

Montana – Frank Zappa

Practice What You Preach – Testament

Love From The Other Side – Fall Out Boy

Mother – Danzig

I Don’t Wanna Be Me – Type O Negative

Inamorata – Metallica

Starlifter: Fearless Pt. 2 – Crown Lands

Man With An Open Heart – King Crimson

Cat Food – King Crimson

Still… You Turn Me On – Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Hollywood Nights – Bob Seger

World Painted Blood – Slayer

Lazarus – Porcupine Tree

Anaesthetise – Porcupine Tree

From The Beginning – Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears

Tarkus – Emerson, Lake & Palmer

If Darkness Had A Son – Metallica

The Turn of a Friendly Card – the Alan Parsons Project

Games People Play – the Alan Parsons Project

Take The Time – Dream Theater

L’Enfant Sauvage – Gojira

Only For The Weak – In Flames

A Place You’ll Never Find – Skylimit

Blessed Be – Spiritbox

Honey (Are U Coming?) – Måneskin

Tomorrow Night – Atomic Rooster

Rotoscope – Spiritbox

The Dog, The Dog, He’s At It Again – Caravan

Too Close/Too Late – Spiritbox

Jaded – Spiritbox

Gone – Geddy Lee

I Am… You Are – Geddy Lee

Kayleigh – Marillion

[chrancecriber]

Radio SunLounge Romania (March 16, 2023)

23:57 Don Gorda & Solanos - Festa Do Sol (Funk Edit) 23:53 Paul Hardcastle - Looking For You 23:46 Bent - Swollen 23:46 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 23:42 E-sonic - For What I Want 23:37 Clelia Felix - Keep Watching The Stars 23:31 Approaching Black - A Minute Till Midnight 23:27 Jens Buchert - Helios 3 (Mind Flux Mix) 23:26 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 23:21 Paul Hardcastle Feat. Maxine Hardcastle - Soft Rain 23:18 Micatone - A Part Of Me 23:13 Orbitell - Liquid Sunshine (Ibiza Chillout Mix) 23:09 Bliss - Positive Reaction 23:04 Boerd - Blind 22:59 Mara J Boston - Come Into My Life (Original Mix) 22:55 Nexus 5 - Just Another Day (Original Mix) 22:51 Amour Fou - J'aime Comme Tu Rit (Original Mix) 22:46 Castlebed - Heaven 22:40 Man In A Room - Something New (Feat. Natasha Tsirou) 22:35 Dave Jerome - The Future Is Love (Original Mix) 22:30 Jens Buchert - Sweetwood 22:27 The Chiller - Chiller (Original Mix) 22:20 Trumpet Thing - The Kiss 22:16 Rafau Etamski - Patience 22:10 Dj Krush Feat. Zap Mama - Danger Of Love 22:06 Mystic Diversions - Sensual Wanderer 22:01 Justy Puck - Crumpled (Original Mix) 21:56 Lake Shore Drive - Forever (Feat. Genius Jane) 21:52 Yppah - Occasional Magic 21:46 Sunpeople - Lost (Born This Way Mix) 21:42 Fous De La Mer - Time To Wake Up (Volver A Despertar) 21:35 Pnfa - Keating 21:31 Vargo - Talking One Language Anniversary Mix 21:30 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 21:24 Gold Lounge - Notes From The Depth 21:19 Mozart - Burdened No More 21:13 Re Lounge - No Ordinary Love (Stephen Floyd Rework) 21:08 S.d.j. - Escape To Campania 21:03 Darshan - Listen 20:59 Phontaine - Sour Milk 20:55 Olivia Broadfield - Probably Nothing 20:50 Silvera And Blenn - What You Are 20:45 Schwarz & Funk - Under My Skin (Remastered Version) 20:40 Weber & Weber - Melody Of Love 20:35 Jasmon - Delight 20:30 Lux - Northern Lights 20:30 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:26 Gabrielle Chiararo - Rendez-vous Au Club Bossa 20:23 Krystian Shek, Nashi Young Cho - Sweetwater (Instrumental Mix) 20:22 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:09 Kai French - Just Relax 20:05 Smooth Deluxe - Zoe 19:59 Blank & Jones - Jet Set 19:52 Kaledj - Summer In Love 19:46 Amanaska - Tide (Electro Remix) (Electro Remix) 19:43 Purrple Cat - Ghost Planet 19:35 Arnica Montana - Sea, Sand And Sun 19:32 Sphere - Is It Sun 19:27 Newton - New Beautiful Life 19:23 Florzinho - Deixe O Sol Entrar 19:18 Dj Torby Feat Christina Stoeger - The Moment 19:14 Lemongrass - Unite (Feat. Wenawedwa) 19:07 York, Project Blue Sun - Crusin (Original Mix) 19:01 Under - Under (Morgan Page Remix) 18:56 Lemongrass - Night Blossom 18:51 Heiko - Miles Away 18:45 Tim Angrave - Dreamescape 18:41 Mr. Moods - A Certain Smile 18:38 Etro Anime - Let It Go 18:34 Ku You - 40 Degrees 18:28 Over Soul - Universal Unfolding (Original Mix) Feat. Gram'ma Funk 18:23 Finley Norton - Cuba - Sea Lounge Version 18:20 Beach Hoppers - One Love 18:16 Sollover - Train Of Love 18:09 Dimilyan - For Her Only (Original Mix) 18:00 Beanfield - Chosen 17:57 The Avener - Conscious Shadows 17:53 Adelaine Simmons - The Groove (Original Mix) 17:53 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 17:47 Deeper Sublime, Krapan - Je T'aime (Original Mix) 17:41 Airstream - Land Of Dreams (Escape Mix) 17:37 Katun - Shout (Feat. Nattie) 17:31 Marc Hartman - I Can't Stop 17:26 Ross Couch - Angel 17:21 Lea Perry - Dubby Sunset Sky At Cafe Del Mar (Ibiza Beach Mix) 17:17 Suburban Crew - Giada - Original Mix 17:13 Sofa Groovers - I Feel Love 17:08 Smooth Gravity - Best Day Of My Life 17:03 Dj Rico Bonetti - Chill Solution 16:59 Florzinho, Barbara Yaa Boahene - Staring At The Stars 16:56 C.cil - Calm And Quiet 16:51 Rory Hoy - Summertime Groovez (Cosmic Child Remix) 16:47 Madrid De Los Austrias - Mã¡s Amor 16:42 Cathy Battistessa - Two Eye's 16:37 Twentyeight - Destiny (Original Mix) 16:32 Simon Le Grec - I Need U (Smooth Mix) 16:29 Mara J Boston - Precious Diamond 16:24 Michiko - No Place Like Home (Lemongrass Playa Bossa Remix) 16:20 Lemongrass, Jane Maximova - I Miss You 16:15 Sine - Smooth Relaxation 16:11 Above The Sky - India (Original Mix) 16:07 Villablue Feat. Juanita Grande - Leaving The Lights 16:04 Dj Phixion - Hideout 15:58 Randy Seidman, Rogerio Jardim, Tommy Cunningham - Come Back To Me (Christos Fourkis Remix) 15:50 Lazy Hammock - Starsoul 15:45 Privat Projekt - Sunshine 15:40 Gordon Geco - Ibiza Sunrise 15:36 S.w. - Humans And Gods 15:31 Soul Avenue - Yearn To Love (Original Mix) 15:25 Emotional - I Found It Again (Tom's V-Mix) 15:19 Patrick Baker - Control (5 Reasons Remix) 15:15 Thunderball - Dub Science Feat. Zeebo 15:10 Reunited - Sun Is Shining (Out Of Sight Remix) 15:05 Cantoma - Out Of Town 15:02 Alien Cafe - Chloe Says (Original Mix) 14:58 Late Night Alumni - Mistake 14:53 Bank & Jones - Beyond Time (Ambient Edit) 14:49 Riccardo Eberspacher - Light Signs 14:42 Honeyroot - Summer Sky 14:36 Razoof Feat. Lady Alma - Jah Is Watching You 14:32 Atb - We Belong 14:27 Velvet Dreamer - Eternal Beauty (Original Mix) 14:20 4 Tunes - In The Middle 14:20 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 14:14 Max Melvin - Seasons (Walking On The Chinese Wall Remix) 14:10 Soundset City - Come With Me (Deep Lounge Cut) 14:06 Bay Area - White Canaria (Laid Back Session) 14:01 Bobby Escobar - Playa (White Sand Mix) 13:56 Lemongrass - Roses 13:52 Lemongrass - Oiseau De Paradis 13:49 Velvet Lounge Project - Fly With Me 13:44 Oscar Salguero - With You 13:44 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 13:40 Five Seasons - La Gomera (Lemongrass Gran Rey Remix) 13:37 Triangle Sun - Dry My Tears 13:31 Ian Pooley - Stoyridge Terrace 13:27 Electric Moonlight - Spirit Of The World 13:23 Stendahl Feat. Jama - Follow Me (Original Mix) 13:15 Dimitris Manasidis - Love You For Life - Bobby Deep Sunset Mix 13:10 Perfect Sin - Raindrop 13:06 Lemongrass - Keep Dancing 13:06 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 13:02 Blank & Jones - Flowing 12:59 Ikon - Rosa (Original Mix) 12:53 Van - Evening Bus (Original Mix) 12:49 Ronin - Just Walking 12:43 Merge Of Equals - Gravity 12:40 Smoke City - Underwater Love 12:36 Malkou - Chateau De Vincennes 12:30 Bruno Be & Alvaro Brites - Seasons 12:24 Almadrava - Do You Think You Know Me- 12:19 Naoki Kenji - Let It Flow 12:13 Opium Lounge - No Time 12:09 Kundalini Project, Paolo Man - The End Of Nation 12:03 Beach Hoppers - Bit By Bit 11:58 Unit Blue - Estamos Esperando 11:53 Hotel Riviera - Another Change Of Love 11:49 Philip Aniskin & Alexsandra Mell - Los Angeles Dream 11:43 Giyo - Earthbound 11:38 Leonard Sign - Sea Of Shinas (Beauty Atmosphere Mix) 11:33 Headstrong Feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw - Love Calls (Floris De Haan Mix) 11:28 Piero Ft. Mia Lemar - Red Sunset 11:27 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 11:23 Gary B - Never Been Free 11:18 Deja - Move Feat. Nneka - It's All Up 11:14 Smoove & Turrell - The Difference 11:08 Velvet Dreamer - Chasing The Moment 11:08 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 11:02 Christian Lamper - Lazy Boy (Original Mix) 10:59 Ghostly Kisses - Empty Note 10:54 Nick Parker - Guest My (Peace Chill Mix) 10:49 Norman Doray - Chase The Sun (Musica Feliz Ibiza Beat Remix) 10:45 Dab - Dream On 10:41 Moshang - Tall Tale 10:36 Lounge Groove Avenue - Take A Little Time 10:31 Smooth Deluxe - Waterway To Bora Bora (Faris Al-hassoni Mix) 10:31 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:28 Davinci - Love Me 10:23 Telepopmusik - Breathe 10:18 Gushi & Raffunk - Sound Of You (Beat Ambasada Remix) 10:11 Sphere - Is It Sun- 10:09 Aywee Tha Seed - Dear Mama 10:05 Federico Aubele - La Esquina 09:59 Bent - Swollen 09:58 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:56 Dave Palmer - Venezia (Love In The City Mix) (Love In The City Mix) 09:51 Andrea Cardillo - Deep Night 09:45 Blue Lagoona - Follow Me (Feat. Io Vita) 09:40 The Soulful Sun - Loose It (Original Mix) 09:40 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:34 Carrie Skipper - Time Goes By (Floris De Haan Remix) 09:31 Sandra - Perfect Touch 09:24 Gods Blue Chest - Close To The Sun 09:18 Frontera - A Baia 09:11 Triangle Sun - Buddha 09:08 Capa - Imperfection 09:01 Cinematic - Empty Eoom (Daydreaming Mix) 08:57 Paul Hardcastle - I Really Like 08:57 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 08:53 Dope Control - Vienna Dc 08:48 Luisito Quintero - Our Love 08:44 Paul Hardcastle - So Into You 08:39 Kama - Incanto D'amor 08:32 Lemongrass - Magnificent (Tim Angrave Resplendent Remix) 08:28 Vargo - Talking One Language (25th Anniversary Mix) 08:23 Minus Blue - Be As One (Klangstein Edit) 08:19 Monodeluxe - Devotion 08:18 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 08:14 Stargazer - Because 08:11 Dj Rob De Blank - Love Is All Around Me 08:08 Poldoore - No Face 08:04 Morcheeba - Slow Down 08:00 Beach Hoppers - City Light (Original Mix) 07:54 Nordgroove - Epicly 07:48 Sunyata Project - Sudden Moments (Extended Mix) 07:45 Giants' Nest - Playa Del Colina 07:41 Bella Vita - The Hardest Part (Hot Beach Guitar Mix) 07:38 Lenny Mac Dowell Feat. Jazzamor - Je Te Veux 07:33 Yppah - Light Cycle 07:29 Der Waldläufer - Flores 07:22 Sunyata Project - Pi Lo Chun (Extended Mix) 07:18 Blank & Jones - Ocean View 07:13 Michael E - Bliss You 07:10 Breakfast Trim - Dubai Sun 07:04 Gods Blue Chest - Floating (Beach Mix) 06:58 Solanos - After The Rain (Original Mix) 06:53 Music On Canvas Feat. Tabitha - Upside Down 06:49 Pretz (N. Cowley) - Chapel Stile 06:45 El Petit Jardi - Clic Du Mer (Original Mix) 06:39 Polished Chrome - Ladybug Is Dreaming Of Apple Pie 06:36 Laleh - Live Tomorrow 06:30 Lemongrass Feat Jane Maximova - Reinvented Me 06:30 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:24 Afterlife - Makes Me Feel 06:19 Puch - Playground 06:14 Schwarz & Funk - Phil Me (Original Mix) 06:10 The Urban City Myth Club - I Feel It 06:10 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:05 Jens Buchert - Airboarding 06:01 Solaris Navis - Blissful Memories 05:57 Soundset City - Loungebox 05:52 Love Del Mar Suite 101 - Viva La Vida (Nights In White Satin Cafe Mix) 05:48 Hysteria! - Talking Eyes (Chillout Mix) 05:44 Axel B - Sunset Love 05:39 Lemongrass - Something True 05:36 Five Seasons - Dreams Come True 05:35 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:32 Xerxes & Phoenix - Scarecrow 05:26 Madelin Zero - Perfect Day To Lose 05:22 Clelia Felix - Endless Dream 05:17 La Brisa Del Mar - Session One 05:12 Crystal Theory - Breathe 05:07 Deep Phenomenal - Single Day 05:03 Gxr - To The Lighthouse 04:58 Sunyata Project - Inner Lights (Feat. Miyabi) 04:54 Sunburn In Cyprus - Passage Of Time (Original Mix) 04:48 M. Vitoria - Do Me Favor 04:42 Yppah, Shaunna Heckman - Dreams Like You 04:37 Everything But The Girl - Single 04:33 Lemongrass - Divine Love 04:29 Kosmopolitans Feat. Crystalia - Wild Is The Wind 04:24 Dolphin Boy - Shake It Loose 04:21 Moreza - Miss Guitar 04:16 Mazelo Nostra - Asian Lounge 04:11 Amelie - Softwood 04:07 Jones Meadow - Moment 04:01 Max Waves Feat. Pixieguts - Reflections 03:56 Sixth Finger Feat Alanah Woods - Don't Stop 'Till You Get Enough 03:52 Green Rabbit - Primal Self 03:47 Sofa Surfers - Sofa Rockers (Richard Dorfmeister Remix) 03:41 Sky Sergeant - Stratosphere Samba (Jazzy James Junior Remix) 03:37 Music On Canvas Feat. Tabitha - Upside Down 03:32 Jerome Ismaae - Underwater Love 03:27 Minus Blue - In Your Arms 03:22 Lounge System - Touch My Body 03:17 Double Wave - Psychedelic 03:10 Cary August, Computer World - Tour De France (St. Tropez Chill) 03:02 Paul Hardcastle - Unlimited Love 02:56 The Man Behind C. Feat. Miriam - See You Again 02:55 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:51 Citrus Jam Feat. Judith Erb - Do You See (Rainbow Mix) 02:46 Marga Sol - Beautiful Morning (Seven24 & S.a.t Remix) 02:40 Planet Lounge - Shiva Dance 02:35 Citrus Jam - Hakan's Way (Jazzman Mix) 02:35 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:28 Marga Sol - Colours 02:25 Martin Liege - Doin It (Original Mix) 02:19 Philip Aniskin & Alexsey Krapotkin - Sexorica (Original Mix) 02:15 Urban Phunk Society - Love Echoes 02:10 Ego Buster - Starlight Avenue (Better Call L For Lounge) 02:05 Pnfa - Temple Monkey 02:02 Karen Souza - Dreams 01:57 Gary B - Bitter Sweet 01:53 Lemongrass - September 01:49 Audio Elastique - Here And Now (American Flute Mix) 01:44 Ive Mendes - Nao Vou Fugir 01:39 Blue Six - Aquarian Angel 01:39 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:34 Newton - Cologne City Waves 01:30 Lemongrass - Femme Fatale 01:25 Gary B - Love Rain Down 01:19 Re Lounge - Fast Love 01:19 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:15 Keep Shelly In Athens - Flyway 01:11 Steven Dual - Flying (Balearic Guitar Mix) 01:05 Vargo - Infinity (Original Mix) 01:00 Above & Beyond, Zoe Johnston - Falling 00:54 Noise Boyz - Supernatural (The Man Behind C. Edit) 00:50 Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Feat. Neptune) 00:45 Moonwatcher - Sofa Loafer (Original Afterhours Mix) 00:37 Mirage Of Deep - Northern Lights 00:34 Nitin Sawhney - Sunset 00:29 Ealot - Melting Sun 00:24 Michael E - Love Bomb 00:21 Marcel - Backseat Blues 00:21 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:14 Green Lemon - Voz Interior (Meditation Mix) 00:10 Tobago Transfer (Sad Waves Mix) - Cafe Americaine 00:07 Living Room - Golden Ride 00:01 Jane Maximova - Morning Bird (Feat. Dmirty Raschepkin) 00:01 Jingle - Radiosun.ro

[anima-writer]

yo, yo! can I get an alternate!gabriel adopting a toddler!reader?

Alternate!Gabriel "adopting" a Toddler!Reader

Summary: What bad would happen if a antichrist basically adopt a toddler?

Pairing[s]: Alt!Gabriel × Toddler!Reader, platonic.

Warning[s]: Mentions of kill and peel skin off.

Word Count: 740

A/N: Sorry for taking so long :) Hope u like it,@/ bepsimantheanomaly and everybody!

💮 For us to start this discussion clearly, facts need to be said: just because you are a small, innocent, and defenseless thing doesn't take away from the fact that Gabriel is nothing more than a deity who came to earth to play with humanity that almost looks like a bunch of ants trying to survive a harsh winter.

💮 I believe that Gabriel if one day he saw you, he would think you were just another ant in his backyard, so small and insignificant you are compared to him. Knowing this, keep in mind that for this story to continue, don't wait for the Angel to find some importance in you, you are the one who has to take the first step and go look for him. Just remind yourself which way you are about to go.

💮 The first time you meet, the scenario would be something like:

 You would be playing around, with whatever is in your favor, in some public place. Your mother would no longer be here to hear you cry. There is nothing or no one here that can protect you.

Noises would come from all sides, the wind would get more violent, and the place would be darker, this would only worsen your condition now. It was possible, there might have been something, not so nice, watching you out of the corner of its eye somewhere…but it's just a hypothesis…that wasn't something you should care so much about, after all, he was right by your side.

The thing was just a hideous face, it was initially just staring at you, after that, it was moving away from you.

💮 If this scenario happens, you have two options:

Ignore the man in the dress and continue to play, however, over a week, or even months, you will still see that man with a hideous face.

 Or

Kill the cat out of genuine curiosity and want to follow a strange face around town?

 —Choice isn't all that important, because either one will lead you to one thing: Gabriel. Just because you see him even when he doesn't want to, makes him slightly confused about you.

 —By then, Gabriel would be forming brief thoughts of a lost AND FOOLISH puppy in you. Look at yourself! You are following a being you don't know out there in one of the most dangerous cities for children! It's just mildly worrisome.

💮 For the confusion and curiosity you planted in the Angel, he would be more willing to approach you. For the time being, you would have the divine mercy that was bestowed on you, and no kind of danger would come near you…except the Angel himself.

💮 His approach methods would be the quality of time. Supervising you while playing...although having a being that could just grab you with its palm and easily kill you, is not one of the best options to get close to a person and especially a toddler... to get better the weather, Gabriel would try to join you in whatever kind of game you want to play.

💮 Months go by and surprisingly, your approach methods worked! It just didn't work out the way he wanted. In that time, Gabriel began to take more interest in you and noticed much more how easy it was to at least peel your skin off with one touch, his thoughts of keeping you hammering him more and more. I think you have a new guardian!... I don't know if this is good.

💮 Because of the extreme height difference, many things had to be adapted, such as his speed.

 As you follow him, he would have to walk more slowly so your little legs could keep up with him again. If you tire quickly, Gabriel would just stop and wait for you to catch your breath again.

💮 The likely chances of the Angel introducing you to his lackeys are low, but not zero. For everyone to have proper behaviors, and for no one to try to give you psychological trauma, threats will have to be made. Six/Intruder would be the most trusted of all, for his good experience with children, however, Gabriel wouldn't leave you for more than 3 hours with him. 

He is more experienced, but still not as reliable.

💮 Crazy, huh? Being basically adopted by an antichrist that all that comes to his mind is the destruction of humanity's evolution…well, anything is possible, isn't it? :D

[its-for-thx-bxst]

Promo

The bomb whimpers, pushing his body against the wall, clutching the bullet wound in his arm.

“P-Please. Please- Please don’t do this… i-I don’t wanna die”

Years. This hunt had been happening for years. The cloud man holding his pistol at the other. Just shoot him. That’s all he had to do… but. Most anomalies hadn’t begged in… such a broken tone. None of them had lasted this long in a chase. Most would have given up. But this one was highly dangerous! But the way he looked… so broken… so helpless…

“St-Stop. Stop pleading- st-stop looking at me like that! Y-You’re m-making t-this harder than it HAS to be!” Whitty lets out a shaky sob, looking at the other in fear as the tears rolled out. Gabriel’s hand quakes. The pistol’s aim now highly unsteady. He couldn’t do this. He lowers the gun.

“F u c k. Please- stop making this difficult. I k n o w you didn’t want this. You didn’t want these fucking powers- you didn’t want this fucking god awful life but just- it-it’s for the g-greater good?” Now even h e sounded unsure. Whitty stares at the other, still afraid, unmoving.

“…. S h i t… god fucking…” Gabriel puts the pistol away, pulling out a different gun. Whitty shaking more now. What was that.

“Go to sleep… ok?” And with that the cloud tranqs the bomb. Whitty passing out only a few seconds after contact.

“….” Gabriel sighs, calling into his office.

“Hey Tina? Yeah can you… dust off the anomaly rehabilitation center? I think we’re gonna be starting that back up…”

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[cloudy-dayys]

Can u tell us more abt the cult au

YES ❗❗

the mandela cult au is a mandela catalogue alternative universe where the alternates are human. thats the prime point.

instead of overthrowing heaven and commanding alternates in the tmc universe, in my human au, Gabriel Bernard takes over the main church of the mandela county by killing off the priest (god in the tmc universe) and his son (the real archangel gabriel in the tmc universe), ultimately replacing them and becoming the new father without anyone suspecting a thing in the late 1970s. he began indoctrinating his own version of the bible nd christianity, teaching it to the church goers and corrupting them. this knowledge becomes horrid and dark, ultimately making the church into a cult and any person within it distorted. their faces and voices became warped from the knowledge draining their humanity, making them appear to have uncanny valley features. gabriel's teachings began to spread to every church within the surrounding counties, ultimately creating a larger cult hellbent on ruling. the people who reside with the church go out and attempt to spread the 'gospel' to any unlucky victim, going to homes like mormons and attempting to manipulate residents into joining the cult as well.

as for children, human!6 (who im still workin on nd developing for the au) kidnaps them from unsuspecting parents (or just kidnaps kids from parents who were killed by the cult by disobeying the knowledge. also kidnaps orphans) and forces them to reside in churches, the gospel and teachings brainwashing them super young and making them grow up to be even more distorted and uncanny. little humanity is left in these kids and people.

the main protagonist, Tyler Oakland, is the human version of T, my alternate oc in the tmc series. he was an orphan who's only option was to find home within the mandela county church when he was a toddler. from there, the cult ultimately abused him, distorting him in many obscure and dangerous ways. he retaliated constantly, not wanting to follow the church or join the cult. he hated what they did and the gospel never manipulated him into being brainwashed. he was beaten, bruised, burned, ridiculed, etc into submitting but he never did so. he ran away in his mid 20s when gabriel was going to punish him by crucifying him, wanting him to be a religious symbol and meaning to the cult. tyler wasnt having it, and he chose to escape. he had to build his life up from scratch, spending decades on plotting his revenge and wanting to stop the cult all together.

now in his early 40s, lives on the outskirts of the infected counties, becoming a refugee spot for any ex-cult member seeking help. he runs an autoshop, having success in mechanics and fixing up cars for people. he resides there too, his home branching off from the shop itself. every night, he goes out and kills as many cult members as possible to dwindle the rising population of the church and to save people from them. he becomes the notorious 'Church Murderer', where lieutenant Thatcher Davis takes on the case to try and find out what is going on with the religion, cult, and killer. he has no luck however, but runs into tyler several times. davis has no idea tyler is the killer and tyler has no idea Davis is looking for said killer, aka him.

one night, a man named Josiah Wood, who is the human version of an alternate oc named Watchman, created by @finalfridayss finally left the cult. he still has heavy mixed feelings about his old occupation, having killed innocent people before and seeing gabriel as a father figure. the stolen vehicle he had broke down a block from the shop and he was lucky to have found tyler, who was open and working late. they talked and tyler agreed to help him despite josiah having nothing to his name. whilst working on the car, they talked about the cult and how josiah had just left. tyler explains he helps people who seek refuge and can offer any aid and assistance to josiah to help him get on his feet and josiah agrees.

as time goes on and josiah stays with tyler, he works in the shop with him. they become good acquaintances to close friends and then they become boyfriends, where they both permanently reside together now. they love each other very much.

tension rises in the cult as gabriel is hellbent on finding the murderer and stopping anyone from leaving the church. it gets worse when he starts to crack and break, making few cult members second guess what they were doing or if he is even a responsible leader anymore.

thats it so far. im still workin on developing characters (im developing preacher and 6 rn!) and building the angsty climax between tyler/josiah and gabriel and what the aftermath of everything would be. i still change details as time goes on and more info/lore of the tmc series comes out too. this is kinda a slowburn au where the spotlight is on tyler and josiah, their relationship to each other and the cult, etc.

of course we have the main victims in it as well, along with the bythorn anti-cult society (basically BPS), but they got their own lives nd stuff goin on. i already wrote about em as well if anyone wants to read it in the tag

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Could I request a one shot with gabriel or lucifer and an alt/goth reader? I honestly don’t have much plotwise, just want some goth representation 💕 thank u 💕

Lucifer x Goth/Alt Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: Just a small little indulgent Luci fic cause he makes me weak. Also I am not goth or alt so I don’t really know how to write for them? But I tried my best.

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You sighed for possibly the 20th time in the past hour. You just shot down another dick who assumed that just because you were goth/alt you would be easy to get into bed. Ultimately, you were not impressed with the club scene tonight. You thought it might be nice to get out, dress up in your best tight black outfit, put on your hottest makeup and maybe meet some fun people. But apparently the only people who were out today were creeps. You dropped your face into your open palm as you leaned against the bar you were sat at. You let your dark nails tap impatiently against the glass of your drink.

“Not an incredibly impressive lot, are they?” A smooth voice drawls out beside you. You turned to the voice to your right and you were met with ice blue eyes. You couldn’t help but let your confusion show on your face. There hadn’t been anyone in that seat just a moment ago. And you hadn’t heard anyone walk up. Blue eyes just chuckled at your confusion. “Did I scare you?” The smirk he gave you after saying this was nothing short of… demonic. You couldn’t help the chill that creeped up your spine when he spoke. In fact, you started feeling oddly cold ever since this conversation started. You had to mentally steel yourself, you weren’t usually one to let someone get under your skin. You sat up straight as you shot back at him.

“Not scared, just surprised at the audacity you had to approach me.” You couldn’t help but feel that you were pushing your luck somehow, but you couldn’t help yourself. To your surprise, that earned a brief chuckle from your new companion. You used this moment to take in more of his appearance. Pale skin, perfectly messy blond hair, the perfect amount of stubble all wrapped together in a brown leather jacket. You briefly remember a quote you read long ago about the devil being beautiful. You watched as the corners of your nameless companion’s lips slid up into a sinful smirk. If you didn’t know any better you'd say he was in your head, hearing every sinful thought you’d ever had. Before you could utter another word, blue eyes was flagging down the bartender and ordering you another drink. “I didn’t ask you to buy me a drink.” You spoke evenly, not wanting to betray your desire for the man beside you.

“No, but you wanted me to.” You were taken aback by the man’s confidence. He was right of course, but you didn’t want him to know that. So you just rolled your eyes and accepted the drink that was placed before you.

“You have no way of knowing that.” You challenge him. He leans in to you as though he’s about to share a dark secret.

“Honey, I know more about you than you do.” He sends a cocky wink your way before pulling away. You can’t ignore the small part of your brain that completely believes him.

“And what do you know about me?” You ask, desperately trying to keep your confident mask up.

“I know that you’re attracted to me, even though I make you nervous. I know that you’re bored of your dull life. You want an adventure. That’s part of why I approached you tonight.” The man lets his fingers trail gently up your arm as he speaks, seeming unconcerned with your rigid posture.

“And how exactly do you know all this?” You ask, slightly breathless.

“Because I am a powerful being that can read your mind.” You scoff at the notion. “See, you laugh, but deep down you know you want me to be telling the truth. Meeting an immortal entity that has the power to read minds is much more interesting than your normal day to day, don’t you think?” He places his head on his hand as he speaks to you, giving you a shockingly adorable look as he continues to speak.

“So you’re a vampire?” It’s his turn to scoff now. He raises his head again and sends you a playful glare.

“Don’t insult me sweetheart, you’re talking to one of the most dangerous beings on the planet here.” He shakes his head as if trying to rid himself of the apparently offensive comment.

“Who are you then?” As casually as the man beside you is acting, you must admit that you’re starting to feel nervous. You can’t help but feel that he has been nothing but honest with you so far. But if that is true, then why are you still talking to this incredibly dangerous individual? Surely it isn’t just because he’s attractive. And yet there is some part of you that is feeling a magnetic pull to the stranger.

“Promise you won’t get scared?” You nod. Waiting with baited breath. He leans in until he’s only a hair's width away from you and whispers in your ear. “Lucifer.” And when you turn to look him in the eyes you see his previously ice blue orbs turn red. You can’t help the wave of fear that washes over you, mixed with… something else.

“What do you want from me?” You whisper back, not trusting yourself to be able to speak normally without your voice wavering.

“I’ve been watching you for a while, little one.” His fingers reach up to stroke your hair. “I’m in the middle of taking over heaven. Long story. But when I do, I need a companion. Someone to rule by my side.” He drops a small kiss on your neck. “I want that person to be you.”

“Why me?” You whisper back to him. He pauses as he takes you in for a moment.

“Because, like I said, you’re bored of this life. And like me, I know you will rule with an iron fist.” You feel your lips slide into a grin as you listen to him speak. You don’t even feel ashamed by how quickly you answer.

“Yes.” Lucifer cracks a smile, and the two of you disappear. Leaving behind a half drunk glass of alcohol, ice steadily melting.

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Tell me your sins - TWD Rewrite Chapter Three

[TWD FANFICTION-MASTERLIST] 

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Summary: Annabelle joined her father. It was definitely not the right decision. She and Negan find themselves trapped in a motor home, surrounded by the horde drawn to the Sanctuary. They are quickly joined by a guest, Gabriel, the priest, and he and Negan start to open up about their pasts. But outside, the danger is still there. The horde is still there, and someone isn’t going to make it to the Sanctuary unscathed.

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Warnings: Slight daddy issues again lol, guts, blood, Negan is a god you can’t change my mind, confessions, injuries, zombies zombies and zombies, survival, language, angst, cursing, accident implying a deadly wound, spoilers seaon 8, slight spoiler 10 hidden somewhere (again if you know you know, if you don’t know what I’m talking about you won’t find it lol)

An idea occurred to her father in time and, squeezing his daughter's wrist, he took her hastily towards a motor home in the center of the area besieged by the dead. He opened the door and walked her in before stepping inside in turn. Feeling his presence gave Anna a little strength again. It had been so long, something like a month since she had last seen him. Even though it was Dwight who spent most of his time looking after the teenage girl, Negan was still her father after all. He turned to his daughter and pulled her into a tight hug. He hugged her like he hadn't in a long time. He put a hand behind her head, slightly stroking her blond hair, and as she hugged him as well, she buried her face in his neck. She could feel her father's chin pressed on her forehead, breathing in her hair. After he broke the embrace, she let herself collapsed against the wall behind her while he had leaned on the one in front of her, in the dim light, facing the door. Speaking of which, the door suddenly opened and closed immediately, letting in the priest who had prevented Rick from running after Anna. He was out of breath and hadn't seen neither of them. Anna's father stayed in the dark and so did she, only part of her pale face was lit by a faint streak of light, penetrating through the horizontal threads of the slatted curtains of the immobilized vehicle.

“I hope you got your shitting pants on.” The priest turned his head to a dark corner of the room, his brow furrowed in incomprehension. Hearing her father's voice breaking the silence, Anna looked at him too.

“What ?”

“Your shitting pants. I hope you're wearing them right now,” He came out of the dark to step into the light, towering over the newcomer of his full height. “cause you… are about to shit your pants.” The man was with his back to Anna, who was still sitting on the floor. She watched and listened to them, having only that to distract herself. As silence reigned for a few seconds, her father suddenly attacked the priest by knocking him to the ground. Anna didn't even flicker and just followed them with her gaze. “Well, that’s handy.” He threw away a gun and a machete that the man had. The blade clattered on the floor. He took a smaller gun from the priest before checking inside the charger and aiming the gun at him. “This one still has a full clip.”

“There wasn't any point in firing it. I didn't have enough.”

“Yeah, but you could've gone down fighting, you big baby.” Anna turned her head slightly towards them, without moving. The priest still didn't seem to have seen her and she didn't care, all she could think of was the dull and shallow groans they heard outside and the slippery shadows of hands on the windows. Anna let her head fall back against the wall, curling her knees towards her. Her father gave a lightly mocking laugh that snapped her out of her thoughts. “I'm just pulling your dick, breakin’ your balls a little bit. You done good. Smart play.” Her father stood up, stretching out his arm towards the priest. “Let's get you properly on your ass.” The man took his hand and straightened up. There was a bang on the wall against which Anna was sitting and the teenage girl jumped. Her father looked at her immidiately, walked over to her and crouched down for a second. As he did so, Anna finally felt the Alexandrian's gaze fall on her. The latter had just realized she was there with them. Her father addressed her slightly in a low voice. “You alright ?”

Anna silently nodded. It made her feel really guilty for doing what she had done. To be gone overnight, putting her life in danger. But she just realized that what she needed was for her father to take care of her. Dwight was very important to Anna, since he took care of her most of the time instead of her father, but she realized that what she wanted, above all, was to hear her father talking to her, just her. To hear him speak to her like he used to, to hear him ask her if she was okay. It was true that in the past few years, since he had taken over as head of the Sanctuary, he hadn't been very present for her. She turned her face and her gaze met that of the priest. He understood her connection to Negan and stared at her, as her father leaned against the wall in front of her again. She saw a fine shadow move in front of her father's mouth and then descend in front of him. He made a sign to the priest to keep quiet. Silence hung over for a minute or two. Anna had forgotten the presence of her bag, which she had actually dropped when she entered, and just stopped thinking about it. She reached out and slid it over to her. She quietly unzipped it and slowly pulled out the knife. Her father obviously hadn't seen her do it since he started talking to the priest again.

“Your friend Rick is an asshole.”

“You're an asshole.” Anna gripped the engraved handle tighter and refrained herself from throwing it at him. The blade glistened from a trickle of light, and she lowered it against her stomach, so her father wouldn't see it. But it seemed that either he wasn't looking in her direction or his eyes were closed. Either way, a slight chuckle filtered through his lips.

“Yeah. I am. But he's gonna get people killed.”

“By you.”

“See, I killed the widow's husband and the ginger. But I didn't get them killed. That was your boy Rick. Big difference.” He marked a pause. “You know, I saw you stop for that Gregory idiot. You were there. You saw the whole thing. You heard his little speech. Why would you stop for that bearded prick?” The priest didn't answer right away and then, when he did, it was a bit wearily and monotonous.

“What I fear is a fruitless death.” A laugh fell from her father's lips again. She listened to them while sitting cross-legged.

“Jesus Christ. You got to be kiddin' me. He split on your creepy little ass. The point of your life would be saving that dickhead?”

“That wouldn't be it. There had to be some reason I did what I did.” Anna turned her head in the direction of the priest, he looked at her directly then fixed his gaze on her father. “Maybe this is the reason.”

“What ?”

“I think... I'm here to take your confessions.” Anna couldn’t help but frown. As he said that, he hadn't failed to look at the teenager too. He was targeting the both of them. Except that Anna had nothing to confess, at least she didn't want to talk to this priest. Her parents had never taken her to church, and it wasn't going to change now that the world was all upside down.

“We can wait it out a little bit, see if my people can figure something out. One thing that is sure as ass... if my people think I'm dead... a lot of folks are gonna die in there.”

“Why?” Anna took her eyes off the priest when the growling marchers outside banged furiously on the door. She shifted to her left to move away from it while remaining seated on the floor.

“Listen to me. I don't have shit to confess. Except maybe the fact that I rubbed one out right where you're sitting just to calm down a bit.” He chuckled. “Let me ask you something. Why'd you become a priest?”

“I love God, and I love people. I wanted to bring them together. To help people through their difficult times. To help them through their weaknesses.”

“Well, look at that. That's my thing. I like to help people through their weaknesses, too. Been doing it one way or another my whole life.”

“How do you help peo-” Negan cut him off. Anna's dad was a fucking high school PE teacher. The villainous, nasty Negan was a PE teacher. The memory made Anna sketch an amused smile, knowing that if she had been able to go to high school, she might have had him as her teacher... if he didn’t get himself fired because of his short-temper that is. Too bad for him that she didn't have the chance, fortunately for her however, that he never had the opportunity to annoy her in the middle of the school, calling her by little pet names he used to give her when she was little, because she knew he would have jumped on any opportunity he would have had to do so, planning on teasing her about it once they would get back home after school.

“You want to know why people are gonna start dying in there? Because I'm not there to stop it.” Outside, the growling kept intensifing and it freaked Anna out. Her father then let out that whistle of his own for a moment. Anna had learned to do it too. No one except the two of them used that whistle. Well, she didn't use it much either except to freak out the workers when she came into the lobby to make them believe her father was coming. It worked every time, and they would kneel before her. It used to amuse her. This whistle made it possible to warn of Negan's presence somewhere, just to mark his arrival. Once he had finished his little act, the priest spoke up again.

“You helped the weak before this?”

“Kids. You don't show them the way, well, they turn out like garbage. Little assholes become great big ones, so you show them the way. Adults, they need it, too. The government, laws, religion, guilt. People are weak.”

“Everyone ?”

“Everyone.” He insisted.

“You're weak. Killing the innocent. Your daughter is weak too.” The priest glanced at Anna.

“Right and goddamn wrong. She’s weak, and I am, but me "killing the innocent"? That ain't why, Gabey.” Hands suddenly smashed into the door. Anna gasped as she felt one of their hands touch her arm with the tips of their dirty fingers, muttering in disgust she suddenly stood up. The knife had slipped from her hands, falling to the ground with a slight metallic noise echoing through the motor home, right at her father's feet. The blade glowed from the new source of light coming from the hole in the door, and her father glanced at it. He grabbed it to take a closer look. When he saw the engraving on the handle, he glanced at Anna out of the corner of his eye before throwing the knife at her without saying anything and returning his gaze to Gabriel. “We'll wait a little bit longer, see if my people can pull it together.”

“Why are you weak ?” the priest asked.

“That's the wrong question.” He cut him off again. “It is how I am weak. You see, the thing is, I am also strong. Everyone is a mix. You can use your weaknesses to drive your strength, and obviously, I am strong as shit. I took this place, and it was a damn free-for-all, a loose confederation of assholes, an army made up of gangs of animals, and I brought it all together. The last guy that was in charge, he wasn't in charge of shit. He allowed people to be weak. I don't.” He raised his voice as he spoke. “I make them strong, which makes this world strong. You're gonna see, Gabey. See, I'm gonna make you my new special project. Gonna make you nice and strong, too. We're gonna find your special purpose. Hell yes, we are.”

“I’m strong.” Retorted the priest. “I’ve killed people. I was at the Satellite Station. I was a part of that.”

“Oh,” He slightly turned to him. “then you killed my people while they were sleeping. Well, look at you, swinging your dick.” He approached him, towering him again. “Sure, Gabe. That's strong. But that's not what I'm talking about.”

“Tell me how you’re weak.” This ended up piquing Anna's curiosity, she knew he was what he was today because of her mother's death, but she didn't know the root of the problem. A gaunt arm rushed deeper into the opening, followed by the continuous groans of the undead outside. “We might be dead soon. You may be dead. Wouldn't you want to confess before all that happens? Wouldn't you want absolution before that? Forgiveness? Costs you nothing more than saying the truth aloud. You don't think you have anything to confess? People you've killed?”

“I haven't killed anyone that didn't need it.”

“The workers you treat like slaves.”

“It's an economy. Some people win, some people lose, but no one's a slave, no one's going hungry, and you couldn't say that before all this.”

“Carl told us about your wives. The women you pressure into marrying you?” He turned his back on Gabriel, walking past Anna, staring straight ahead, Lucille in his hand.

“Every one of those ladies made a choice.”

“Was there a first? One before all of this?” His questions triggered something in Anna. She frowned, chasing the few tears that misted her eyes. Her late mother’s face flashed before her eyes. She saw her smile, cry, laugh, take a picture of Anna alone, with her father or the three of them. She looked up at her father, waiting to see his reaction. “A wife you promised to have and to hold, forsaking all others? One you told that lie to?” While her father didn’t respond, a gunshot fired outside. The priest had taken advantage of this moment to try to strike him a blow, but too bad, he missed. Her father threw him against the wall. Gabriel locked himself in the small room separated from the rest of the mobile home, and slammed the door as quickly as possible behind him. Negan didn’t rush to the door. He smashed a few hands that were sticking out the opening with Lucille. As if to vent his anger.

“All right, Gabe! No one's coming for us. You took your shot… shots. It's time to go.” He walked over to where Gabriel had locked himself up. “We have Lucille to help us get to the Sanctuary. We have that gun.” He glanced at Anna. “And a knife. We should use it. Most importantly, Gabriel, we have each other. People are a resource. We make it inside, we live.” He dragged a walker inside. One he had exploded the hands and head of. “We can take a chance, we can "gut up," play dead ones across the courtyard. Or... Or I can just kill you, but that is not what I want. What I want is for you to work with me. That is all I ever want.” Anna straightened up, retrieving her bag in her hand. He looked at her again. “Take what you need from your bag and leave it here.”

She opened it and took out her journal. Photos stuck between pages fell onto the floor. Anna let her journal fall back into the bag, and she threw her bag unceremoniously against the wall. She then immediately crouched down and retrieved the two old photos that were strewn on the floor. One of them just showed her parents, her mother was still pregnant with Anna in this photo, early in her pregnancy. The second was in the hospital, Anna was just a tiny baby in her mother's arms, sitting on her hospital bed. Her father took them from her and looked at them. He stared at each of them, frozen.

“I've killed before, but that's not my greatest sin.” Negan listened only with a careless ear to the priest, staring at the photos with a strange twinkle of guilt and sadness in his eyes. Anna was looking at him, unable to figure out what was going through his mind. She realized then that he was mainly staring at his mother's face. In both photos, she had a bright smile on her face. And her mother’s smile was one of the most beautiful things in the world to them. No one could deny that. The priest kept talking. “No. I locked my congregation out of my church when this all just started. I listened to them die... as I cowered. I failed them. I failed God. And every day, I work to lessen that failure, to be of service and purpose. Now I offer you the assurance of a pardon, penance, and absolution. I will go with you. I will show you that working together as equals is the only true way to grace, to a future.” Her father leaned his head against the wall. Now he listened silently to the priest, keeping the photos Anna had taken out of her bag, still in one hand. She stood in front of her father and remained silent. “I will do this... if you confess.”

“Jesus, Gabe. What you did, that is some horrible, cowardly, spineless shit. But I guess that's what a confession's supposed to be, right?” He clenched his jaw. “My first wife was a real wife. My only real wife. Till death did us part. It was before this. I lied to her, I screwed around on her. And she was sick. And when she went... When she went, it was during this. I couldn't put her down.” He avoided his daughter’s gaze as he left aside the fact that Anna was in the house when her mother killed herself. She witnessed everything and it traumatized her. “That is how I was weak. That is what I will confess. Because, yeah, maybe we do bite the big one here.” Anna watched as his face contracted at each of his words. She felt that he was holding back from cracking, that the tears were being kept hidden, by his closed eyelids. She had never known all of this. He turned his head to her and met her gaze. The door then opened, and he moved away from the wall. Gabriel appeared in front of him and looked at him calmly.

“You're forgiven.” Negan punched him in the face.

“Thanks. You can keep your gun.” He returned the photos to his daughter, and she folded them and slipped them into her jeans pockets so that she wouldn't lose them. Her father crouched down next to the corpse in the middle of the room. “Sucks, Gabe, but it looks like we got to risk eating it... by eating it.” He slashed the body open with a machete, disgust on his face.

“I don’t understand.”

“You ever done this trick with the guts before?” Gabriel nodded. “These are putrid, decaying organs, dead blood, piss, and shit that have been cooking all day in the Virginian sun. None of your people ever gotten sick from this?”

“We're from Georgia.” Negan chuckled as Gabriel squatted next to him. Luckily for Anna, the shirt she was wearing was neither hers nor too thin. She quickly retrieved her leather jacket from her bag and tied it around her waist before reluctantly crouching down to cover herself with guts. Once done, once the blood and organs had covered them, they stood up. Her father looked through one of the blinds and started tapping on the wall and Gabriel screamed. She joined Gabriel's cries by hitting the wall with the handle of her knife. Her father yelled in turn while hitting the wall with Lucille. Then he stopped, made Anna stand right behind him, and opened the door, facing it, upright as a stake. They saw the first dead enter. Anna took a deep, silent breath and tried to stay calm. Gabriel was behind her with his gun in hand as the dead poured into the mobile home one by one.

The three of them got out and the mass of walking corpses gave Anna a headache as she followed her father as best she could, staying close to him. Gabriel fell and almost dragged the teenager with him as he fell. The dead didn't seem to care about her, her shirt must have been damn well soaked with their guts. The priest rose to his feet, but a woman approached him with her mouth wide open and Negan struck her with his bat and another dead man rushed towards him. Gabriel began to shoot as many dead as possible while Anna’s father beat them with his bat. Anna was briefly separated from the two men fighting the dead. She remained still and stuck her knife in the skull of a walker, but the others didn't see her doing so by chance and left her alone until she suddenly felt fingernails dig deep into her skin, tearing the fabric of her shirt apart. She let out a panicked cry and stroke several times with the blade of her knife on the dead. She went for his wrist to force him let go off her. The dead man's wrist finally came loose from his arm and he lost balance, but the limb hung onto her tight. She got rid of it, wincing in pain. Her father, who had heard her struggle, had come and had shattered the walker's skull with Lucille. He shielded her from the other dead and they made their way back to Gabriel. She was too anxious and freaked out to keep thinking about the protruding pain that spread into her arm right now.

The stairs to the Sanctuary were very close, they would get there soon. As they raised their heads, they saw the dead falling on them. Her father leaned over her as Gabriel tried to do the best he could to shoot them. Negan then took a corpse on his back, he lifted one for his daughter, and Gabriel took care of one in turn. By leaning slightly forward, the others only smelled their dead fellows instead of the three survivors. With difficulty, they managed to climb up to the staircase by which they could enter the Sanctuary. When they were inside, Anna finally dropped the corpse she was carrying on her back and let it fell heavily onto the floor, looking rather disgusted. The two men then did the same. Anna looked up, mimicked by her father and Gabriel when they heard a hubbub reaching them. Shouts were heard in the distance and a gunshot rang out, but that didn't seem to quell the protests any further. Resuming his usual demeanor, her father rested his bat on his shoulder and strode nonchalantly towards the source of all this noise. When the three of them got to the adjacent hallway, he started to whistle and the noises stopped instantly. An almost religious silence greeted the characteristic hiss of their leader, still completely covered in guts. Anna followed him, remaining dressed in her shirt. The latter was so covered in a mixture of tripe and blood that the blood that had beaded from the scratches on her wrist caused by the walker couldn't even be seen, and Anna was still so shaken by what she had just been through that her mind seemed wanting to avoid thinking about anything.

Her father stopped in the hallway and also stopped whistling. Everyone knelt in front of him. He put his hand on Gabriel's shoulder and the latter got the hint and knelt down as well. Anna also knelt down. She had to do it very rarely given her status, but during her father's speeches, she had to do it anyway, except if he told her not to. Anna peered into the center of the crowd and saw Dwight there. She was reassured when she saw him and when he met her gaze, a certain relief flashed in his eyes as well.

“Ah, Regina. Now, why'd you have to go and do that?” Apparently she was the one who fired the shot they had heard earlier. She remained silent in front of her chief. “I am guessing that a lot of you fine folks thought I was dead, chewed up, never to be crapped out again. Well, here's a little refresher on who the hell I am. I wear a leather jacket, I have Lucille, and my nutsack is made of steel. I am not dying until I am damn good and ready. Now, if you'll all excuse me, I am in deep need of a sandwich, a shower, and some of that, uh, wilting lion orchid deep-tissue shit that Frankie learned in San Francisco. Hell, I might do it all at once. But after that, we have some serious business to attend to.” He lifted Lucille up in front of him and pointed the bat at Simon. “And then... Well, and then we're gonna get back doing what we have always done. We will save people.”

“Thank you, Negan. Thank God for you.” One woman among the workers spoke up. Negan glanced proudly at Gabriel when the woman mentionned God and him in the same sentence.

“And that is why I am here.” He continued. “Gentlemen, gently take him to number 2. Gently.” Everyone got up slowly and Anna left in the same direction as her father since her room was in the same area as his. She felt like she had backed down, like she had come back to where she had started. But now that she was back in that place, she couldn't leave again. It would only be too dangerous and too suspicious. Maybe her father wouldn't think of labeling her disappearance as a willing runaway. He would accuse Daryl for taking her along him when he escaped, for sure.  He would seek to blame his ex prisoner directly. And then in any case, she couldn't leave and disembark quietly in Alexandria after what happened during the assault. Rick wouldn’t take her return too kindly she thought.

She removed her stinking gut-soiled shirt and put on her leather jacket. The biting cold that reigned in the halls of the Sanctuary made chills run all over her skin. A new sensation that took her mind away from her injury and what had happened to her. She thought about her clothes and found it strange that her father didn't ask her about it. She usually didn't dress like that at all, opting for darker colors. And about her bag, which she had with her in the mobile home. So he wasn't wondering why she was carrying a knife and family photos in a backpack? It didn't matter as long as he didn't make any remarks. She wouldn't have to make up a lie. And he wouldn’t have to hear her make excuses, knowing it would be lies. He could read through her.

She rushed into her room, quickly shutting the door behind her. Bullets and sharp pieces of glass were strewn all over the floor and on the dresser below the window that had been blown up during the assault. She swept the debris under her dresser with the sole of her shoe and peeked out the window. The dead were gathered in front of the building in a concert of guttural rales. She then took off her shoes and soiled jeans and the tank top Rick had given her at Alexandria. She threw her clothes in a corner of the room and curled up in her underwear on her bed, she stretched her forearm towards the ceiling and observed the deep and reddish scratches that streaked her fair skin. She no longer cared about the ambient cold. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her throat was tight and her breathing hard and jerky. She gently ran her fingers around her wounds. Four half-moon shaped cuts caused by the undead ragged fingernails earlier. The bleeding had stopped and blood was starting to crust on top of them. It was far from being dried and healed though. She knew what it meant. She had barely a few days left, at most, before the fever that was likely to come on soon would get the upper hand and kill her.

She wiped away her tears and stood up and rummaged in a drawer. She dressed in clothes she picked at random in her dresser before stepping out into the hallways to go to the bathroom near her room and take a shower. She took as hot a shower as possible, avoiding the injured area of her ​​forearm. She needed to put some bandages on it. Back in her room, she changed again, dressing in black jogging pants that lengthened her already slender figure and a white T-shirt with long sleeves, in order to be comfortable in her room. Her hair was still damp and her face warm, the top of her cheeks slightly reddened from the hot shower. Anna slipped under her blanket and lied in a fetal position in her bed, staring at the wall in front of her. She was concerned. She wondered if it had all been worth it in the end, and now she knew she was weak. Her father was right. She was weak because she couldn't give up hoping to see the father she had before. She needed him too much. She needed to be sure that she would get a chance to cross paths again before it was her turn to die, which might happen to her sooner than expected.

Anna had never felt this fear. This fear of dying that twisted her guts. They say where there is life there is hope, but Anna was beginning to doubt it. Hope couldn't prevent what was going to happen to her. She was afraid of dying, of course, but she was even more afraid of leaving her father. Dying now made her feel like she was abandoning him, giving up on him, while she was still convinced he could change for the better. He couldn't be inherently bad. He was her darling father after all. Her role model. The man who had kept her safe all those years, until she got out of Sanctuary and screwed it up and ended up getting scratched by a walker. If she had stayed with Rick, she would have went back to Alexandria in one piece. Yes he would throw her in that tiny cell again, but at least she wouldn’t be a dying woman walking. Although Dwight had always taken care of her, and she considered him a second father, Anna realized during all that time that she had been outside, that she needed her father, and now more than ever. Anna had the vivid and disagreeable feeling of having gone backwards, that nothing had changed and that these short moments of heart-to-heart with her father in the motor-home were already behind them for good and that now he had returned to his role of the Saviors' leader, as a living god. She closed her eyes and couldn't hold back another stream of tears. She curled up even more, covering her head with the blanket. She suddenly wiped her eyes and straightened up when she heard someone knock on the door. Her eyes widened, she stepped out from under the blanket, settled herself on top and hurriedly grabbed a book to pretend everything was fine.

“Something wrong ?” Her father looked at the shattered window and all the debris that had been pushed under furniture. A nervous laugh filtered from Anna's lips.

“Uh, nah. All good. Why do you ask ?”

“I dunno.” He pointed at the book in her hands. “You don't really seem too focused on whatever you're reading.” She glanced at her book, immediately noticing that the sentences, the words and all, were upside down. She cleared her throat and turned the book over. “I had just come to see how my dear apple was doing, but you seem busy, so I'll come back later.” She rolled her eyes at the pet name he gave her, even though her heart warmed up. He used to call her “my apple” or even “apple pie” when she was younger, after that one time he had to help her to grab an apple from the apple tree in their garden.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not a baby anymore.” She tried to avoid eye-contact but she saw him nodding silently out of the corner of her eyes. Was he genuinely hurt that his daughter had rebuffed him? He made no remark about his daughter's slightly reddened eyes, which he obviously must have noticed though. He just walked to the door and as he got ready to leave, there was like a few seconds of silence during which he stopped, as if something was supposed to happen, but neither of them really knew what. He looked in the hallway and simply walked out of Anna's room, closing the door behind him. She waited a few seconds and grabbed hold of her book firmly, throwing it out of the window to vent her frustration. A wave of louder groans was heard below for a few seconds. She sighed as she sat up on the edge of her bed. She stared at her room's door, thoughtful. As soon as the Saviors would go to Alexandria, she had to go with them, stealthily slipping into one of their trucks, and helping the others revolt against him. They wanted to kill him. She just wanted to see her dad again. She had to do whatever she could while she was still alive. She wanted to see him take care of her again. It wasn't hopeless. She was convinced of that, and she intended to do everything to make a difference. She was weak. Weak. Because of him. Because of it all. Because of everything she had had to go through to get where she was now. She had had to abide by rules, go through traumatic things and move on anyway, to focus on the future. She was almost a young adult, but she still felt like her 10-year-old self, witnessing her mother's death and her father's descent into hell.

It was a long morning the next day, but the day quickly took a dramatic turn when a loud noise shook the lower floors of the building. Anna didn't know what was going on but, arousing her curiosity, she put on her leather jacket, a pair of black jeans and her shoes and stormed into the hallway, and made her way to a room in the building facing the courtyard in front of the Sanctuary. Gunshots erupted as the dead entered. She leaned over the barrier of the catwalk leading to the room where the workers usually stood. She watched the chaos happening below. Not far from her, Eugene was also looking down, in front of the stairs which gave access to it. Arat fired on sight at the mass of the dead below. A familiar male voice reached Anna. Dwight was gesturing to her.

“Anna, get back to your room, don’t stay here !” Anna let go of the railing and walked away. She began to follow suit to the workers who were running up the stairs when she saw the man with the mule-hairstyle heading quickly for the hallway, passing the teenager bluntly. Seeing that he was determined to go somewhere, Anna followed him from a reasonable distance. He entered the hospital wing. As quietly as possible, she slipped inside at the same time. The whole time he was completely with his back to the girl, neither saw her nor heard her follow him. She slipped behind the screen into the room. As she might have suspected, Gabriel saw her out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing, being slightly verbally assaulted by his mullet caller.

“The answer is no! I will never, not on your Nelly, be on board with your plan. Your invite is declined. I will not end up like Sasha or you. You both made your choices, what I imagine most will calculate as the right thing, rolled your D20s and one came up dead and the other seemingly soon to be. I cannot do the same. Now, judge me if you choose, but I'm seeing 20 for 20, I'm feeling 10 for 10, I'm receiving 5 by 5 that staying safe means staying alive,” Anna was listening, crouching behind the screen. Eugene seemed determined to serve his own interests. “and I'm A-okay with doing whatever it takes to lock that down. So I will obey Negan. I will not cover for anyone's U-turn on loyalties, and I will damn well make sure that Dr. Carson stays cozy, comfy right here in case I ever require his healing expertise! And I won't feel bad about it. Because I will survive. It's in my biological imperative. It's all I know how to do.” He went out and closed the door behind him. After a few seconds, Gabriel raised his voice.

“You can come out, Annabelle.”

“How-” Remembering that the priest must have heard Rick calling her when she has run away from him during the attack, she stopped herself from asking how he could know her name. She came out of her hiding spot. “Nobody actually calls me that.”

“Except him. Am I wrong ?” She sighed lightly. He gently rested his head on his pillow, a little smirk on his face, understanding he was right. “Why were you following Eugene ?”

“I wanted to know where he was going.”

“Why did you stop following him ?”

“Cause I think I know where he is going, and I can’t follow him there.” She headed for the door when Gabriel called out to her again.

“Annabelle, are you sure you have nothing to confess? I may not be here for very long. It's now or never.” She was silent for a little while, hesitant. She was reluctant to reveal certain things to a stranger.

“I don’t believe in God. I don't care if I have his forgiveness for anything.”

“You don’t have to believe in God, Anna. Just, getting things off your chest. It might appease you. I can feel you’re conflicted.” Still facing the door, her hand clutching the doorknob, she sighed.

“You can’t feel shit.” She mumbled. “I let my father think that your group… more specifically Daryl, had taken me with him when he escaped from here. In fact, I just left. I wandered outside for almost a month before I ran into Rick and Carl at a gas station. Yesterday, you took Rick's attention away and I was able to join my dad. Which explains how I got stuck in the mobile home with you and got this.” Anna turned and rolled up her sleeve, revealing the rather deep half-moon scratches that were right in the middle of her forearm. Gabriel was about to speak, but she cut him off. “Don’t tell anyone, please. I still have things to do. I may not be alive for long either. The next time they visit Alexandria is going to be very soon, and I have to go back. I feel like I owe a debt to you, to Carl and to Rick. But all I want is to find my father. I don't want him to die, just understand that he has to change again. I need my dad more than anyone else in the world. Dwight takes good care of me, and I won't let him die either, that's out of the question, but I need my dad back.” She sighed, frowning. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.”

“Your heart knows. You needed to confess. You had been holding back your feelings for too long. You have to trust other people, Anna.” She nodded, shrugging it off. Somehow she knew the priest was right. His reasoning wasn't completely wrong, although a bit too much Care Bears for her liking.

“I feel like my dad started paying for his mistakes after my mom died, and he hasn't stopped paying ever since. He keeps doing bad things, and he keeps paying for it over and over again. Maybe when he's shown he's done paying... maybe then he'll finally understand.” She didn't wait for him to answer her and walked out of the hospital wing, walking determinedly towards her room. Once inside, she rolled up the sleeve of her T-shirt and jacket again and looked at her arm. The scratches were still fresh. For now, she felt good. She felt no discomfort, but no one was to learn of the existence of her injuries. No one. Especially not him. Not her father.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (05/23/2021) by Andrea

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