#that event gave me so MUCH

[floopers]

Dawning Flame

series: gbf pairing: Gabriel/Michael word count: 2150 rating: M summary: These times where Gabriel stokes the fires leisurely instead of igniting all the sparks at once also feel welcome to Michael.

[AO3]

kicking off the first fic of the year with some borderline smut because gabu before gw destroys me

Michael wakes not to her usual routine of rising before the dawn but to someone stroking her face. There's no mistaking who that hand belongs to, especially when she hears the low sigh next to her ear, and that there is only one other being that Michael would allow to be so intimate with her.

"Gabriel," Michael says, except all that comes out is a warble like she's trying to imitate speech. Gabriel giggle, her hand moving to brush back the bangs on Michael's face.

"Awake, Michael?" Gabriel murmurs. Her voice is still laden with sleep; she must have only woken just moments earlier. Michael's earlier attempt at speech had failed so all she can do is sigh instead. Once, she had pretended to be asleep and of course Gabriel had seen right through her. She'd been teased for it the rest of the day, and Michael does not feel keen on living through that embarrassment again even for Gabriel's delight.

Michael peeks open her eyes and squeezes them shut, groaning afterward as she covers her eyes with a hand. Going out drinking with Gabriel is always an exercise in futility, a lesson that Michael learns every time. No, it isn't that she learns, it's more that she should know better by now. She doesn't often go along with these trips as Gabriel's unusually high tolerance is... a bit too much for her, but Gabriel had tugged on her arm and pouted at her and said that they hadn't spent much time together lately and not even Michael can find herself able to refuse when Gabriel had looked like that.

Too bad it makes her regret waking up the next day.

"There, there." Gabriel is murmuring, gently prying Michael's hand away. Fingers brush against Michael's forehead and Gabriel's fingers, warm with body heart, are now cool to the touch. The sensation of healing magic washes over Michael, clearing some but not all of the fog. "Feeling better now?" she asks, and Michael doesn't need to look at her to hear the smile in her voice.

"... yes. Thank you, Gabriel," Michael says, her voice still hoarse with sleep. She must have drank more than she intended, which, considering her company, doesn't surprise her. It feels entirely unfair that Gabriel can drink so much and yet feel so little of it the next day.

Michael opens her eyes again. Gabriel had returned to stroking her face as she had been doing but not Michael can feel her fingers trailing lower, running a thumb over her lips. Michael turns her head—and rapidly when she sees how close Gabriel is to her, how close her face is that they can feel their breaths puffing past each other.

"Good morning, Mika," Gabriel says, and makes no further movement to even rise or move her hand. They stare at each other, waiting, until Gabriel finally reacts, her eyes crinkling as she smiles.

"Good morning, Gabriel," Michael returns. It is a bit hard to speak, especially when Gabriel still has her thumb near her mouth. Gabriel leans in and pulls her closer to kiss her, a soft press of her lips against Michael's. It is markedly different from the hungry and impatience ones of last night.

Michael allows herself to indulge in several more, relishing in the sounds of contentment she draws from Gabriel. It is pleasure of a different magnitude than the one they've enjoyed last night, one that feels closer to the flame inside a hearth than a raging inferno. Gabriel often likes to tease and rile her, add fuel to the flames that it feels as if Michael will explode with all her provocation. These times though, where Gabriel stokes the fires leisurely instead of igniting all the sparks at once, also feel welcome to Michael. No matter how many times they join together though, in what way or form, Michael enjoys it all and she hopes Gabriel does too.

Gabriel shifts closer, letting their legs tangle together as she lets her hands wander over Michael's body, enjoying the hard and taut muscles that Gabriel has praised her for. Michael wraps her arms around her and though Gabriel's warm against her, it feels like she can slip away like water. Gabriel's touch is cool but Michael can both feel it, the slow fire stirring inside them again.

"We should get up," Michael says, trying to work through the haze slowly settling inside her mind. It's a much different and more comfortable fog than the one she had when waking up, but she knows Gabriel's habits will rub off on her soon long enough.

"But your job today isn't in the morning, is it?"

Michael blinks. While yes, Gabriel is correct in saying that, she does not remember telling Gabriel her schedule.

"You only agree to go out with me at night when you don't have anything else in the morning," Gabriel points out, almost as if she's reading her mind. "You've always been responsible like that."

Michael turns to look at Gabriel with a frown, who only smiles lazily at her. Perhaps it is because she knows that this happens every time she goes out with Gabriel, and how Gabriel can be very persuasive in keeping her in bed.

"Fine, just for a little longer," Michael acquiesces, as if she's had a choice in the matter. Michael is too dutiful to abandon her responsibilities and Gabriel would truly let her go, and so Michael allows herself to stay. The pleased hum from Gabriel tells her that she likes that decision too.

"What's your job later, anyway?"

"I am helping Raphael"—Michael sucks in a breath because Gabriel has decided right in that very moment to brush against the swell of her breast—"with his farm." Gabriel is doing this on purpose, she knows it.

"That means Uriel's stew will be even more delicious later," Gabriel murmurs against her skin as the tips of her fingers tease the underside of her breast now, "I'll bring us some drinks for the four of us."

"That would be"—Gabriel is ghosting her fingers down her side now—"nice," she manages to finish in an impressively steady voice. It is not fair that Gabriel is doing all of this to her though so Michael runs a hand down the curve of Gabriel's back. Gabriel arches into her, and Michael continues downward, cupping Gabriel's bottom. Despite herself, Michael is embarrassed, slight warmth rising to her cheeks; she's not usually this emboldened unless Gabriel has pushed her, and without a few drinks in her as well.

Gabriel doesn't mind, making a sound that reminds Michael of a cat purring. Their hands wander, touching and dragging across any bit of skin but there is no hurry to them. Gabriel enjoys physicality, always eager to get her hands on Michael. Perhaps it is a moth being attracted to a flame but unlike a moth, Gabriel has the power to pull Michael under the waves, pull her along to her current.

Arms abruptly wrap around Michael and she blinks suddenly, and now she's the one looking down at Gabriel, who bats her lashes up at her innocently. "Can't wait to be on top of me again, hm?" Gabriel says as the corners of her lips twitch, holding back the coy smile always present on her lips.

"What—you were the one that pulled me up here," Michael grumbles though rather halfheartedly. She still does not move away even after claiming that, and Gabriel laughs at her.They should be getting out of bed—she should be getting out of bed, Gabriel does often enjoy lounging in the mornings, but Gabriel pulls her down again, almost as if to dissuade her of that thought. Perhaps she had been able to tell what Michael had been thinking; Gabriel has always seemed to figure her out so easily.

Rather than going for a kiss as Michael had expected, Gabriel simply brings her close and holds her. Michael blinks before she takes the invitation, burying her face into Gabriel's neck. The blaze that had been steadily growing inside dwindles, a low kindling now.

Many things trouble Michael but when Gabriel holds her like this, they all feel... not necessarily insignificant, but... manageable. Jobs, potential dangers to the skies, her guilt over the angels of instructions—things will be better. Gabriel murmurs something but Michael does not catch it and before she can ask Gabriel to repeat her words, Gabriel cards through her hair and a soft sigh leaves Michael instead, her eyes slowly closing.

They remain like that for a time, Michael finding herself slowly dozing off even despite not being one to sleep in; Gabriel just always seems to make her indulge in behaviors she wouldn't otherwise. Or perhaps it is still the influence of all the alcohol from last night.

"Say, Mika, can you stay like this by yourself for longer? You make a fine model like this."

Michael snaps open her eyes and grabs the blanket to cover herself. Gabriel is still underneath her but she's giggling behind her hand now. "Oh, I've never seen you move so fast!"

"Do not joke about that." Michael frowns as she glances away. "I... do not feel comfortable with my likeliness being displayed like that for others."

Something in Gabriel's eyes seem to to flash and when Michael blinks, she's the one with her back to the bed now, Gabriel straddling her as she looms over her.

"I never said anything about showing to the others," Gabriel says, her voice purposefully low, "it'll be for my eyes only." Her hand traces down the line of Michael's body like a canvas, her touch turning colder. Michael gasps as she tries to flinch away but Gabriel manages to hold her down.

Gabriel's wings suddenly unfurl from her back, blocking out the rest of the morning sun as it curls toward them. Michael wants to scold her for releasing her wings so brazenly, should scold her—but Gabriel fits a knee between her legs and pushes up against the apex of her legs. Michael hisses in surprise. She doesn't know whether it's from Gabriel's leg, or the way Gabriel has also laid her entire hand, now even colder, on her abdomen. In just several seconds, Michael finds herself at the mercy of Gabriel.

Water is fire's greatest weakness, after all.

"Just a little longer, Mika," Gabriel murmurs as her hands, still so cold, move lower. Michael gasps and rocks her hips once more, like a repeat performance of last night. Gabriel laughs and murmurs teases to her and although she moves slowly at first, she knows how to steadily push her higher and higher, setting Michael aflame and blazing even hotter than before.

When Michael crashes down, she's aware of Gabriel pulling her close and patting her head. The wings are gone now, Gabriel hiding them from sight once more. For as much as Michael had wanted to scold her for displaying earlier, she... does not dislike the sight of seeing them. It reminds her of simpler times, easier times—but that is neither the thought for here and now. For as much as Gabriel can see right through her, she still does not want to burden Gabriel with her troubles. Better to be safe and not let her mind wander too far in Gabriel's presence.

Michael pulls Gabriel close to her as well. Her body is cool to the touch; Michael does not want to know how hot she runs right now but Gabriel doesn't move away or make any effort to. Though the flame inside of her flickers, all it takes is a simple rekindling for her to burn again, something she knows Gabriel is aware of.

"Now may we get out of bed?" Michael loosens her hold, finally regaining her wits to her. She sits up despite Gabriel's weight on her. "I confess to feeling a bit hungry now."

"Hungry?" Gabriel smiles at her in a way that Michael knows is danger. She grounds her hips down against Michael, intention more than clear. "Your breakfast is just down here—"

Michael groans, her face burning hot. The way Gabriel can say such crude things so plainly will be her undoing one day. Gabriel laughs and loops her arms around Michael's neck, that cheeky smile on her face far too tickled to Michael's liking. She tries to rise once more—a cold hand on her neck makes her flinch and Michael is on her back yet again, a theme she thinks will be common for the next several minutes. Gabriel is above her again, now with her knees on both sides of Michael's head. Gabriel's eyes twinkle with mischief—well, that is all Michael can see before Gabriel lowers herself.

As much as water can be vast and expansive, Michael knows that it still cannot match Gabriel's hunger.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

If anyone is interested, please feel free to light a digital candle through Illuminate. I got a name a few years back, and it's a name I won't forget. May every name we have found be a blessing. May their names never be forgotten. May we never forget.

Never again means now.

[fleariddenart]

I know I'm late to the party with this and the irony of that is not lost on me.

I feel like there are 2 types of twst events that being the more serious ones like Glorious Masquerade and the sillier ones like White Rabbit Fest. And my gosh I love both so much!

[chirpsythismorning]

[glassiskies]

Okay i dont know if anyone else has pointed this out but throughout the vast majority of the ball (and honestly throughout many scenes in episode 5 as well but they don't seem as significant), Aziraphale and Crowley are on opposite sides of the screen they would normally be on. Particularly when Crowley is trying to tell Aziraphale about the demons outside the bookshop and he doesn't listen.

It's so interesting because this scene, in my opinion, is the crux of Aziraphale's denial and refusal to see what is actually going on and the danger of it (affectionate). The entire season we've witnessed Aziraphale downplay the real danger of hiding Gabriel in his bookshop. This is partly on Crowley, who knows more of the extent of the danger they're in and does not tell Aziraphale. BUT, we can't deny that Aziraphale is also ignoring the severity of the situation. I mean, he literally says that Crowley is overestimating the trouble they are in:

I just think it's INTERESTINGGGG. After the ball their positions return to normal and don't switch again until Episode 6 Crowley puts his sunglasses on and crosses to leave the bookshop.

It's also an interesting moment to choose switching their places on the screen because it's the moment Aziraphale's fantasy of being in Heaven with Crowley is crushed as well. You can tell that through Crowley's confession, Aziraphale isn't listening to a word he's saying, much like during the ball. BUT the dynamic doesn't switch until Crowley has totally rejected Aziraphale's offer.

Would love to hear anyone else's opinions on this, I could be overthinking it (I am the person who spent multiple days analyzing the lengths of Crowley's sideburns in each promo photo only to discover it was just a continuity error when the actual show came out LMAO.)

[oneluckydragon]

"Suddenly the world was gray and dull and my heart was so heavy I felt like I couldn’t move, let alone make it back to Treasure Town. But because of Echo’s last wish… I was able to keep living.”

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SORA : (Partner)

Abilities: Justified / Inner Focus

Nature: Gentle / Hardy

Moveset: Aura Sphere / Metal Claw / Poison Jab / Dragon Pulse

[cure-stars]

"but you see......this is where my story ends."

"then, let's start it―― right now! your next story!"

as if you're opening a present every second.

as if i'm searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone. 🎪

[mymarifae]

really dreading mizu5 tbh. yes the writing around mizuki has generally been really well done and it feels thoughtful and intentional, but it'd be a very easy and very instantaneous thing. to just throw four years worth of build-up in the fucking garbage. or maybe nothing of substance will get confirmed at all because they decided they like making money. maybe it'll just be bad and this is all a waste of time and no one's going to be happy. maybe i should obtain a grenade launcher and play with it

[majorpatheticcas]

Day 3: Fun puns!

Silly tagalog flirt puns ♡♡

Translation:

"hey kas."

"Mhm?"

"did you know, we're not animals, and we're not humans either."

"Then what are we?"

"we're objects." = "we're a match."

"Your too cheesy."

("Bagay" has two terms, in tagalog, it means an object or items. In bisaya, It's something like a match/pair or something. Meaning, his saying "We're a match" i guess) (And yes English is my third language)

I'M GOING CRAZY BECAUSE IF HE EVER SAID THAT TO ME I'D BE SCREAMING MENTALLY 😭😭

Even is hosted by: @htsan /@sansxyouweek

Idc that tmr is school, I'm still gonna draw another one for tmr. Gotta stay loyal to the event 🤸🏻‍♀️

[celestialrealms]

how is this so cute and yet objectively one of the funniest things he's ever done 😭

[eddiesketti]

I love Spyro Mini Durin (stickers will be added to the shop soon!) Patreon | Kofi | Shop

[padawansuggest]

Okay so once more, I ask of assistance. Not like… required but I’m not gonna lie, this could improve my life to such a significant degree that I’m asking anyways.

So. I have a lot of disabilities that make it hard to get around, but what I’m asking for is help with getting a bike… not really, I need a trike… I know that’s to embarrassing to say as an adult but with my instability I don’t have the ability to keep upright on a bike. I need a trike.

I live in a VERY bike friendly town. It’s small (tho I’m still limited to very small parts of the town because I can only walk for so long and in this heat that’s a very short amount of time) and we actually have dedicated bike lanes here. We even have started construction on multiple bike lanes with center dividers to keep cars out of them, that’s how much this town is friendly to bikes.

And frankly the price isn’t that high either. Like 280$ or so, and I can order one on Amazon (no I cannot buy a trike in this town) and they have them with the giant baskets in the back for groceries and I can get a personal shopping basket for the front of the cart and that would bet. Awesome.

So. Ultimately, I would like a better quality of life and being restricted to a very small part of town because of mobility is kind of sad… I will accept any help you guys wanna give and drop into my PayPal in the bio.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

AWH... I'm skipping through Roier's QSMP Day 1 VOD because I'm looking for a specific thing, and I just noticed that when Jaiden stands in front of the group to do her introduction and her mic isn't working, Mariana laughs (not in a mean way, I laughed too) and Roier immediately smacks him and tells him off for laughing.

[Timestamp ~36m 50s, volume warning for Quackity's awful mic]

It's such a little thing, but I think it's really sweet in retrospect, especially considering how Roier and Jaiden have become such good friends in recent weeks :')

[zsbrainrot]

Miri’s Birthday was on the 8th so I wanted to draw something to celebrate her for Buddy Daddies Friday this week!

[cheesecake801]

Here's my part of @choochooboss magma event. I drew my precious Bede and Gloria ! Their dynamic is so cute and funny haha, I love them ! ✨️

Also a chemmet, the cutest little guy !

[doctorriri]