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[radicalrascals]

[GIF Pack] Pedro Pascal

Following this link you’ll find 35 gifs (245x150) of Pedro Pascal as himself for Style Magazine Italy from 2018. Pedro Pascal is a Chilean-American actor and was 42 at the time of filming.

Please reblog and/or like if you plan on using these. Do not claim as your own. Do not include in gif hunts. Thank you. Please check out my other roleplay gifs here.

Trigger-warnings: -

[jacks-muses]

Like for a starter from Gabriel

[remnantsouls]

HEY YOU! DO YOU LIKE ANGELIC TWINKS WITH LONG NECKS!?

Great! You should go follow my new blog @messengerofheaven Featuring a Hazbin spin on the eldest Angel GABRIEL!

BE NOT AFRAID OF HIS SLINKY NECK! I assure you it will be a wonderful experience for us all!

[dxncingxnmyown]

@swordsandcrownsxx | Constance and Gabriel, Evening of the Masked Charity Ball

"Is that meant to be a convincing disguise?" Gabriel asks, as he rounds the corner of the Palace with a whiskey in hand. Away from the selfies and gratuitous Tik Tok's, he can focus on Constance's latest ruse as a woman of mystery. An indecipherable mask that should make her anonymous, if she wasn't who she was. A goddamn marvel. "You could wear a paper bag over your head and I'd know you anywhere." He lowers his eyes, smirking back at her. Oh, how he loved their back-and-forth. "No one else has got legs like yours, lassie."

[vocesincaput-arc]

@saunteringserpent liked for a starter [x]

He didn't know how, why or when he had appeared, wandering around the streets with nothing to whatever name he was supposed to have. Not even clothes upon his back.

Luckily, someone sympathetic had found him and taken pity. Giving him some clothes and food. Unfortunately, they couldn't keep him under their roof or give him any medical aid for his apparent lack of memory and so took him to a homeless shelter.

He had been living there for some time on and off, sometimes on the streets. Now he was sat on the side of a mostly empty street. Hair unkempt and a short beard upon his jaw. All hope of remembering anything about his past or who he was had left him and he was spending his day as he come to the past week or so.

Staring off into empty space as the world passed him by.

He was so lost in the emptiness that he didn't realised he was being watched.

[coreofgold]

@hiddenpxpercuts for Gabriel

"Oh. Sorry I didn't hear you." Taka rubbed the soot off his hands. "How can I help you ?"

[maggie44paint]

HE HURLED HIS THUNDERBOLT!

I kept seeing that one zeus meme with godzilla and had to do a gabe version lol

[duelingdestiny]

For every ➰ I get, I'll reveal a muse that I played in the past

"I know what you're thinking? How did my dad manage to pack all this good looking into lil ole me?" He pushed off the table he was leaning on and examined the sucker he was holding. "I wasn't always this good looking. In the seventies? Handle bar mustache, fedora, the whole nine yards. It was terrible, but then I wasn't riding this suit solo. Loki made some questionable fashion choices, let me tell you." He chuckled and popped the sucker in his mouth and walked around the around the person tied to the chair with a knowing smirk. A fellow angel. Someone he hadn't seen in a millennia. "But this? All this golden god meets porn star? This is all me." He shrugged and spun the angel blade he was suddenly holding in his free hand. "Now, you're going to tell me exactly what I need to know, Balthy, or I'm gonna skewer your ass like a kebab." The blade pressed in just enough to sear skin. Balthazar, hissed and made his decision easily. The only side he was on? The same as always: his own. "Listen, it's no skin off mine if my dear old informant gets the axe." Balthazar said. "There's really no need to play with your pokey bits, brother." Balthazar took in the shorter angel standing in front of him. Damn, he had forgotten how serious he could be when he wanted something. "Just let me up, we can pour ourselves a couple of fingers of the good stuff, and I'll tell you everything you want to know. What do you say, Gabriel?"

[tvinspo]

CULPA MIA (2023)

[moonlight-prose]

this is pure thot, sending one about Gabriel Van Helsing fucking you in his jacket (because he thinks you look so goddamn good in it - only it, and nothing else) 🦇💕

note: i need you know i screamed and fell over and actually made a fool of myself writing this. because where is this man and why isn't he married me??? i want to be his hot witch wife who helps him fight monsters. also i love the amount of asks people sent in about him. clearly we need more van helsing in our lives.

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!, rough sex, p in v sex, possessive gabriel, outdoor nasty time, hints of wolfism, he's feral.

It's a full moon when he finds you bundled in his leather trench coat, waiting out the chill in the air as he finishes yet another job well done. The autumnal solstice has come and gone, bringing darkness to the world around. Giving leeway to the monsters who clung to the shadows, biding their time for the moon's glow to lead the way.

You've opted for thin clothes. A horrible choice given the change in seasons, but Gabriel vowed this would be simple. The inn refused to open its doors for someone like him - claiming he was a monster in his own right. And perhaps that was true.

Whether he liked to admit it, the wolf inside of him never truly passed. The antidote may have changed him back, but the instincts remained. His thread of anger grew thinner the fuller the moon got, his thirst for blood thickened like sweet honey as his changed DNA craved something fresher. Something made up of veins and nerves and a beating heart he could stop.

"Finished?" You shudder at the sight of his shirt torn open in the center, his chest on full display for you to ogle at blatantly.

"The bastard tried to play with me."

A smile curled onto your lips, sly and smooth and dripping with lust at the biting rage behind his words. The moon was affecting him. Far more than he would have liked.

"I'm sure you taught him a lesson," you reasoned, moving swiftly to reach for his warm hands. "You always do."

"That my coat?"

His eyes trailed down to the way it gaped across your own chest, your dress slipping down lower than you intended. But Gabriel was only a man and the adrenaline ran through his body like a fire he couldn't put out. The moon's glow fueled his thoughts, his urges, and before you could explain that you were cold he was walking you back into the trunk of the nearest tree.

"Last I checked I gave that to you to hold," he said. Although his eyes said something else - the ache crawling its way through his body, settling at the base of his spine.

Your chin tipped in defiance. "Last I checked I didn't need your permission to wear your clothes."

"Is that right?"

"It is."

The smile on his face screamed contentment, but the fire in his gaze explained to you the turmoil he fought on the inside. The war that waged in his body at the very thought of touching you. Of getting his hands on what rightfully belonged to him.

"I'm rather cold," he replied, dipping his gloved hand beneath the leather fabric. Brazenly groping your breast as his tongue dragged across his bottom lip. "Might need this back."

"Then take it," you gasped. "It's yours."

A blur of movement left you winded when he hauled you up against the tree, his strength increased by the moon's piercing glow. Teeth latched onto your neck like an animal aching to mark his territory. The quickness of his hands digging to raise your dress stole whatever sense you had left in your head.

Out in the open you were nothing but prey for this man to take. A feast for him to dine on with a wet mouth and throbbing cock. You couldn't deny the harsh wave of lust that swept through you even if you wanted to.

"It is mine," he gruffly stated, swiping his cock through your dripping folds. "The leather and the pretty thing inside it."

Your eyes rolled back when he entered you faster than you could take. The burning stretch caused you to sag against the tree, his fingers harsh against the meat of your thighs. There was no warning. Just a kiss pressed sloppily to your lips, a growl muffled into the heat of your mouth, before he slammed into you again.

"Should have known better." His bit at your bottom lip until copper flooded his mouth - a streak of red smearing between your mouths.

The smile on your face was tainted in crimson. His cock jolted within you at the sight. Bloody and fucked out and perfectly his in every way he could have you.

"W-Who says I didn't?"

"Minx," he bit out, a hand slamming to the trunk behind you, fingers ripping at the bark. "I want you to finish."

"Gabriel-"

He gripped your throat, eyes flashing dangerously in the darkness as the beast within began to rear its ugly head. There would never be another full moon where he turned. Never another night spent locked inside a monster's body. But he would forever be stuck with it as his companion.

"Finish. And then I will fuck you properly in our home," he snarled, grinding into you hard enough to hurt.

The coarse hair at the base of his cock dragged along your aching clit. And with a muffled shout against his cheek you gushed. The numbing pleasure drowned you, dragged you through the fires of hell before seating you atop the throne of heaven.

His cry of your name barely registered, but you felt the swell of his cock when he broke. The drip of his spend slipping down between your bodies. His blood still ran hot - desperation skirting the edges of his patience - but for a moment he relaxed into your touch.

Kissing along your throat until his lips found yours once more.

[radicalrascals]

[GIF Pack] Pedro Pascal

Following this link you’ll find 43 gifs (245x150) of Pedro Pascal as himself in the ad campaign for Solo Loewe from 2017. Pedro Pascal is a Chilean-American actor and was 41 at the time of filming.

Please reblog and/or like if you plan on using these. Do not claim as your own. Do not include in gif hunts. Thank you. Please check out my other roleplay gifs here.

Trigger-warnings: -

[jacks-muses]

Like for Gabriel to prank your muse

[0g-cr34tor]

I gave up rendering these sh*t bruh 😭

Anyways... I give one of my favorite horror characters with some custom outfit ^_^

Final :3

<Yea, idk why it took myself awhile lmao, you can take the outfit if you want, only if you credits to me. I put their sexuality as well, if don't like it or not, I'm okay with it.>

[dxncingxnmyown]

@rcsplendent | Early Morning, Gabriel and Diego, The De La Rosa Apartments

It's the worst kind of performance one can give. A show of deference and remorse that simplifies what is, in fact, complicated. But it's the price Gabriel decided to pay, when he first wrote to his brother seeking an understanding. To earn his way back to the riches and title, and the freedom alongside it, he would need to play it straight. No excuses, no obfuscation. He wrote to Diego for months on end, detailing his regrets and the changes over the past eight years (there were, in fact, no such changes). Finally, it arrives - an invitation back to court, alongside a reinstatement of his title and privileges.

"Is that his majesty, the King?" Gabriel bellows out, once he by-passes the psychophants guarding the door. As if the De La Rosa's needed protecting. Then again, maybe these eight years made his brother soft. Regardless, he saunters in, with a grin and a confidence that one wouldn't expect from an exiled Prince. Even after eight long years, he approaches Diego with that same cavalier persona. Some things never change. Walking even closer, he takes a good long look at him. "Brother." He acknowledges, a tight-lipped smile (perhaps the closest to a sincere apology he would get) and lowers his head. His gaze creeping up, to add; "You've gotten old."

[vocesincaput-arc]

Open Starter: Gabriel

The whirlwind rush through memories as they returned to him ended and Gabriel gasped for air. Closing his eyes for a moment before reopening them in their original purple hue.

He slowly looked around at Aziraphale & Crowley, the angels & then demons before his eyes finally found... them. Gabriels lips curled into a warm smile as he placed his hands upon his chest. Talking to Beelzebub about how he had been on his way to them.

When the subject of what should happen to both him & Beelzebub came up, Gabriel stated that his heaven was with them. But what the demon said in return was something he had not expected.

They were staying in Hell. And he wasn't welcome.

Apparently he had gotten the wrong idea. It had been just a business arrangement that they had changed their mind on.

Gabriel couldn't explain how he was feeling. It wasn't something he had ever experienced before. He supposed that he felt both numb and full of pain at the same time. His whole world was coming crashing down around him.

Beelzebub didn't want him & Heaven had kicked him out.

Everything that happened after was a blur that Gabriel couldn't and probably wouldn't remember. After everything transpired, he had found himself sat on a chair in a back corner of the bookshop. Staring at the floor before him in a state of unknown.

There was nothing for him now.

[teplejtrouba]

pokud je anděl páně vskutku české good omens tak prosím třetí díl kde se tento archanděl Gabriel zamiluje do typicky česky čertovského páně pekel jejich veličenstva Belzebuba