#yandere sus gabriel

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I saw your Yandere! Alt Gabriel and I loved it! To spice it up, what would he do with an escaped reader? I want to know how far his lengths would go to find them, or does he wait until they get attacked so he could “save” them and “teach them a lesson”?

Yandere!Alt Gabriel x Fem!Escaped!Reader

warning(s): yandere themes, manipulation, intense paranoia, stalking, slight mind control, suspense.

Gabriel had grown obsessed with his darling (Y/n). Ever since he had ‘saved’ his darling from one of his alternates, he didn’t leave her side. He’d follow her around the house, watching her do mundane human things, but he was content. He had decided that he would take his time with his darling, wanting to slowly introduce his true nature to (Y/n).

But before he had the chance to even begin, she had escaped.

His. Darling. Escaped.

This was absolutely unacceptable. Gabriel couldn’t let her escape, not when he had just caught her in his web. He’d demand his alternates to search for her, knowing she wouldn’t be far since Mandela County was under lockdown. Gabriel would also fly over the county, searching for his darling when night had fallen. 

Sooner or later, Gabriel would find (Y/n). As soon as he did, he knew he’d have to play her back into his hands again, making her rely only on him. He’d start by planting seeds of doubt in her hand, having her return home with the front door cracked open, or the TV turned on, the sound of static piercing her ears. He’d watch patiently as she began to become paranoid, checking her locks over and over again, unplugging the TV and hiding it in the hall closet, desperate to feel safe again. (Y/n) would go through all these measures, and yet, she’d find the front and back door unlocked and open, too terrified to enter her home, and her TV somehow returned to its original spot. She was on the brink of returning to Gabriel, remembering how safe she had felt when she had been with him.

Her final breaking point showed up that night.

(Y/n) had returned home from getting groceries, already alarmed since her front door had been unlocked after distinctly locking it. She set her things onto the kitchen counter, turning and letting out a gasp when she saw it.

An alternate was waiting at the end of the hallway, an inhuman smile on its face as they stared each other down. She was too afraid to do anything, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t let out the scream trapped in her throat, her legs shaking as tears began to obscure her vision. Her heart was hammering against her chest, the growing suspense of wondering when the alternate would move was torture. She begged with anything that was listening, even praying that Gabriel would forgive her and save her.

She had been foolish, why did she think she could handle surviving alternates on her own? (Y/n) could only hope that the alternate would make her death swift, but knew that this was very unlikely.

(Y/n) shut her eyes, tears spilling down her face as she let out the mix of a scream and a sob, letting out the fear that had been building up during the staring contest she had held with the alternate. She heard a mix of a laugh and a shriek, too scared to open her eyes as she waited to meet a gruesome demise.

She sobbed and sobbed, listening to what sounded like two things slamming against each other, ending with an abrupt hiss.

(Y/n) stood there, crying as she held her face in her hands, wondering why the alternate was taking so long to kill her. She flinched as two hands cupped her face, gently wiping away her tears while the person hushed her.

She slowly opened her eyes, her sobbing continuing when she realized who had saved her. Gabriel stood before her, his long robe just barely touching the ground as he wrapped his wings around her.

“Oh (Y/n), this is why I needed you to stay with me. Imagine if I hadn’t shown up on time? Surely you understand why I was so worried.” Gabriel stated, his eyebrows furrowing as a look of pity spread across his face, continuing to wipe her tears away with one hand while the other slowly rubbed her back.

“I need you to do as I say, it’s the only way I can protect you. If you don’t do as I say, another alternate could show up and kill you. And we both know you won’t survive that encounter.” Gabriel stated, guiding her to the couch and sitting her down as he stood above her, tilting her chin up to look at him. 

“You poor thing, you must have been so terrified. This is why you need to let me take care of you, protect you, love you. You don’t need to worry that pretty head of yours anymore, just give in and let me take care of the rest. Do you understand?” Gabriel asked, a smile resting on his face as (Y/n) nodded, though she was barely aware of what was going on. Her eyes looked slightly glazed over, Gabriel enjoyed the sight of it.

Gabriel had punished her by taking her free will away, just slightly and he wouldn’t take it away forever. After all, he quite enjoyed being adored by his darling genuinely. While he would prefer his darling’s love and adoration for him to be real, he would be patient. After all, she was a helpless human who had challenged him, and he was just teaching her a lesson.

A lesson she would never forget. 

~fin~

author’s note: i think Gabriel would absolutely manipulate his darling into being completely dependent on him. he longs to be worshiped, so for his darling to rely on him for affection and protection would be pure bliss to him. but, you’d be a fool if you think you’d be able to escape him for even a moment. <33

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Hello and welcome to my bakery! It seems that the post office is opening later but I seem to have extra ingredients and you must want to create something to pass the time. Let's bake a cake for your special person! [ ORDERS TAKEN : 6 OUT OF 14 ]

︶꒦꒷ What flavor of cake would they like? ꒷꒦︶

Chocolate, Vanilla, Apple, Expresso, Raspberry, Cherry, Carrot, Strawberry, Orange, Lemon, Cinnamon, Pumpkin, Sprinkles.

︶꒦꒷ What type of frosting would they like? ꒷꒦︶

: ̗̀➛ Vanilla frosting / No AU : ̗̀➛ Salted caramel frosting / Mermaid AU : ̗̀➛ Lemon-orange frosting / Victorian AU : ̗̀➛ Strawberry frosting / Cowboy AU : ̗̀➛ Coconut frosting / Pirate AU : ̗̀➛ Peppermint frosting / Reincarnation AU : ̗̀➛ Chocolate peanut butter frosting / Time travel AU : ̗̀➛ Blackberry frosting / Slasher AU : ̗̀➛ Expresso frosting / Assassin AU : ̗̀➛ White chocolate frosting / Nobility AU

︶꒦꒷ What type of decoration will be on the cake?꒷꒦︶

: ̗̀➛ Childhood friends to lovers / Frosted Frogs : ̗̀➛ Enemies to lovers / Shredded dark chocolate : ̗̀➛ Forbidden lovers / Edible flowers : ̗̀➛ Second chance / Edible glitter : ̗̀➛ Red String of fate / Candles : ̗̀➛ Established relationship / Wedding toppers

︶꒦꒷ What type of box do you think they would like?꒷꒦︶

: ̗̀➛ Pink / Fluff : ̗̀➛Blue / Angst LIMITED EDITION : ̗̀➛ White with red hearts / Smut [ ORDERS TAKEN 0 OUT OF 3 ]

When requesting the LIMITED EDITION BOXES, please do not request anything that involves bodily fluids, anything non-consensual.

Thank you for ordering and hopefully your special someone will enjoy the cake that you made for them!

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Gabriel (Mandela Catalouge) x Reader

“My little Snowflake Part 2”

If you haven’t read part one yet:

Hope you enjoy! I might make a 3rd part

When you awoke, the first thing you saw were rays of sun that shone trough his wings that were carefully positioned around you. How long have you slept? Weeks? Months? It must be spring by now!

Not sleep, food and warmth deprived anymore you slowly got your senses back and stared at the being beside you, and it stared back. Despite its human appearance, this was an alternate, for sure! But it did take care of you while you were asleep, so you weren’t sure if you should be afraid or not. After what felt like hours of staring Gabriel, or whatever it called itself, Gabriel pressed his cold lips against your forehead which sent multiple shivers trough your body. You continued to stare at his face with a growing smile on it, your cheeks reddening. His soft smile and beautiful eyes made you question if he was a human after all, but then you remembered the way its face morphed into something gruesome back when it looked at you trough your window. Its deep, creaking voice broke the silence “ Do not fear, my beautiful lamb, for I am your true saviour, Gabriel” it took a pause to tilt its head, seemingly investigating you. “Your weak lifeform must not worry while I am here, I will protect thy body” wtf was this dude saying???

“You are a weak mortal, my sweet lamb”

“Utterly useless is what you and your species are, destroying gods Gift and polluting it. I, Archangel Gabriel am here to change that. But you don’t seem so much of a sinner, my dove. In fact, you could prove to be quite useful to me.” Those words kept repeating in your head after he got up and left trough the window he came from. But what bugged you the most, was the fact that he seemingly knew everything about you. Your favourite food, tv show, everything, as if he had been watching you for your entire life. You found this out from the “interview” he had with you before he left, seemingly asking you questions but answering them himself. Itself. At this point, you don’t even know anymore. You got up and looked out the window. A beautiful shade of red coloured the sky.

Suddenly a pair of cold arms wrapped around you. Turning around, you screamed, thinking that your Doppelgänger had come to get you. But you were met by Gabriel’s ever so calm face. “What’s the matter, my sweet lamb? Do I scare you that much? I’m sorry, I truly didn’t mean to.”

“You humans have such weak minds, shying away from your guardian Angel”

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.

.

There was an akward silence, since you didn’t respond, but it broke it by handing you a neatly wrapped box of your favourite food. “I hope you like it! I made it just for you” it said, while flashing one of his sweet bitter smiles. You opened the box and were in shock. It was beautifully prepared and smelled wonderful. You looked up at his Form, muttered a quick “Thanks” and started devouring the dish in front of you.

“Ah~” he sighed “ I haven’t heard your sweet voice in such a long time. I’ll always make you food from now on, if it means I get to hear it, just tell me what you want, and you’ll get it”

You just continued eating and decided to adress the being with him from now on.

Gabriel wasn’t happy with your response in the slightest, seemingly feeling ignored , he contributed to ramble “Anything, anything your weak little mind desires, I’ll get it for you. Hell, I’d do anything for you, my dove. I’ll protect your weak being with all my might , and if anyone ever touches you I’ll rip them to shreds. I’ll worship you like you wish to be worshipped. I’ll do ANYTHING for you, for I am your saviour, the one and only Archangel Gabriel” Taken aback from his words you just stared at him in shock. He also seemed to be a bit startled by his little outbreak, got up and tucked you into bed. That didn’t help though, the tension between you growing. But before you could say anything he muttered a “goodnight, I have duties I must fulfill” while disappearing into thin air.

Despite his confusing words, you were sure of one thing: you’d be seeing him again. And you were a bit happier about that than you’d like to admit.

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE ! ORIGINAL CHARACTER PROFILE : MORI BAN

PROFILE STATUS: UNEDITED

Elements of this Character Profile is STC.

Keep in mind that all my OCs in this blog are from a shared universe and that the story/character elements might change as I work on the series. Some works here are also non-canonical to the character, and as such may contain a different plot/setting/character backstory entirely.

GENERIC INFORMATION:

NAME: MORI BAN

ALIASES: BOSS, BOSS MAN, THE DELINQUENT, WIFEY, STALKER, ALBINO LION, FAILURE, MOP HAIR, MULLET MAN

GENDER: MALE

SEX: TRANS-MASC

PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

BLOOD TYPE: AB

AGE: 21 (As of 1896)

BIRTHDAY: AUGUST 28 1875

HEIGHT: 6’8” (203cm)

WEIGHT: 250 lb (113kg)

HAIR COLOR: PALE TURQUOISE

EYE COLOR: MAGENTA

SKIN COLOR: IVORY

RELATIVES : The Ban Clan

— Ban Gabrielle (Descendant)

— 11 Siblings

— Parents

OCCUPATION: MILITARY STUDENT (formerly), REGULAR STUDENT.

Featured In:

Tumblr Works / As a Yandere Character :

— Hairpin | Popped

— 1K Celebration | Underwear

(note that the earlier stories are separate from his actual lore and are the connected at all to the comics he’ll feature in nor his backstory in the overview)

Comic Series :

— Make Money Not Love!

— Midnight Darling

OVERVIEW

Main Storyline ( In the Comics ) :

Mori comes from an extremely poor background. He’s the 8th out of all 12 siblings, and was only ever given attention to due to his hair and eye color presumably given to him by Celestial Tower [more on that in future, will link a separate post explaining the Tower].

As such he was forced into school despite wanting to help out by working instead. He’s faced with great pressure to graduate and eventually join the new Reconnaissance of the Otherworld • Special Unit ( RO•SU ロ•ス ). However, his mana was found out to be corrupted and he’s quickly dispatched (killed) on site.

He is reborn many centuries earlier as a delinquent, back before the Celestial Tower’s appearance. His arc on the comic “Make Money Not Love” is about his struggles with finances and the expectations of an Asian society that places value on monetary success.

Mori is abnormally tall. He used to be AMAB in his original timeline and his height (along with his hair and eye color) carried over despite the new biological sex. His height is presumed to also have come from the Celestial Tower since such an incredible height is rare not just from his family but the country he lived in.

Due to the value put on his looks (i.e. hair and eye-color) he abhors people touching him. Afraid that even the slightest change, or damage would affect his value as a person. Even in fights he makes sure that neither gets in harms way.

As a Yandere (for x you/reader people):

Now as a Yandere, Mori is extremely materialistic. Whether consciously or unconsciously, he likes when he’s given objects of value. He’s also extremely masochistic, as he likes to get into fights or annoy people for the sake of attention.

Mori has extremely low self esteem. The slightest bit of kindness will have him falling, but that feeling is usually fleeting unless the other person maintains their affection towards him.

If you’re to be his darling, you’d need to be extremely patient or at least be resistant to teasing. He can’t help it, he does it out of love, you see?

His ideal darling would be the type to be rude when it comes to words but soft when it comes to actions. A tsundere one might say. He’s also into the cool, collected types (but it would be even better if they insulted or beat him up once in a while)

His worse match would be a shy, demure, compliant darling. He enjoys challenges, thrills. His previous life basically wired him to enjoy hardships. If the Darling gave into him easily he’d find them boring.

Is probably the only yandere I’ll ever write that’s okay with being cucked. Might even like it a little too much.

Mussy.

Sub leaning switch.

[to be added upon]

GALLERY:

[to be added upon]

©️ hana.no.seiiki | yun. please do not redistribute, repost, translate this written / painted work without credit or permission.

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CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR

requests : open! (will slowly but surely get to them, i have lots of unfinished ones at the moment.)

emoji anons always open! taken ones: none so far <3

if in bold i much prefer to write for these characters more.

if in italics i will only write sfw content of them.

let me know if you’d like to be in any of these character’s tag lists to be tagged whenever i post anything related to them, whether it be in a post with them, under this post, or my inbox asks! <3

also, please ask questions (if you have any) about what i will write below! i will answer them all to the best of my abilities, but currently, i’m obsessed with writing yandere characters. (I DO NOT CONDONE YANDERE ACTIVITIES/TENDENCIES OR ANYTHING ELSE IRL.)

SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES :

theresa “tessa” gray. james carstairs. william herondale. magnus bane. cecily herondale. gabriel lightwood. charlotte branwell. henry branwell. jessamine lovelace. gideon lightwood. sophie collins. james herondale. thomas lightwood. cordelia carstairs. lucie herondale. anna lightwood. christopher lightwood. jesse blackthorn. grace blackthorn. matthew fairchild. alastair carstairs. ariadne bridgestock. charles fairchild.

SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker. inej ghafa. nina zenik. matthias helvar. jesper fahey. wylan van eck.

SHADOW AND BONE :

adrik zhabin. alina starkov. david kostyk. genya safin. malyen oretsev. nikolai lantsov. tamar kir-bataar. the darkling. tolya yul-bataar. soya nazyalensky.

GENSHIN IMPACT :

aether. albedo. alhaitham. amber. arataki itto. baizhu. barbara. beidou. bennett. candace. collei. cyno. dehya. diluc. diona. dori. eula. faruzan. fischl. freminet. ganyu. gorou. hu tao. jean. kaedehara kazuha. kaeya. kamisato ayaka. kamisato ayato. kaveh. keqing. kirara. klee. kujou sara. kuki shinobu. layla. lisa. lumine. lynette. lyney. mona. nahida. neuvilette. nilou. ningguang. noelle. qiqi. raiden shogun. razor. rosaria. sangonomiya kokomi. sayu. shenhe. shikanoin heizou. sucrose. tartaglia. thoma. tighnari. venti. wanderer. wriothesley. xiangling. xiao. xinqiu. xinyan. yae miko. yanfei. yaoyao. yelan. yoimiya. yun jin. zhongli.

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS :

percy jackson. luke castellan. annabeth chase. nico di angelo. grover underwood. clarisse la rue. will solace.

HONKAI: STAR RAIL :

arlan. asta. bailu. bronya. clara. dan heng. gepard. herta. himeko. hook. jing yuan. luocha. march 7th. natasha. pela. sampo. seele. serval. stelle. caelus. welt.

NIER AUTOMATA :

9S. 2B. A2.

THE SELECTION :

america singer. maxon schreave. aspen leger. marlee tames. celeste newsome.

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt. gally. minho. teresa agnes. alby. chuck. thomas. aris jones. brenda. frypan. sonya. zart. winston. harriet. clint. jeff. ben.

HARRY POTTER :

lavender brown. cho chang. fleur delacour. cedric diggory. seamus finnigan. hermione granger. neville longbottom. luna lovegood. draco malfoy. harry potter. dean thomas. bill weasley. charlie weasley. fred weasley. george weasley. ginny weasley. percy weasley. ron weasley. oliver wood.

STRANGER THINGS :

eleven. mike wheeler. will byers. lucas sinclair. erica sinclair. max mayfield. dustin henderson. steve harrington. nancy wheeler. jonathan byers.

MEAN GIRLS :

regina george. karen smith. gretchen wieners. cady heron. aaron samuels. janis ian. damian.

ALICE IN BORDERLAND :

akane heiya. chota segawa. daikichi karube. hikari kuina. kodai tatta. mira kano. morizono aguni. rizuna an. ryohei arisu. shuntaro chishiya. suguru niragi. yuzuha usagi.

DIVERGENT :

beatrice prior. tobias eaton. caleb prior. peter. uriah pedrad. eric coulter. christina. tori wu.

THE HUNGER GAMES :

katniss everdeen. peeta mellark. rue. cato hadley. clove kentwell. gale hawthorne. primrose everdeen. finnick odair. johanna mason. young! coriolanus snow. sejanus plinth. clemensia dovecote.

SQUID GAME :

seong gi-hun. kang sae-byeok. hwang jun-ho. ali abdul.

ALL OF US ARE DEAD :

lee cheong-san. yoon gwi-nam. nam on-jo. lee su-hyeok. lee na-yeon. choi nam-ra.

THE WALKING DEAD :

daryl dixon. rick grimes. carl grimes. michonne. maggie rhee. shane walsh. glenn rhee.

MY HERO ACADEMIA :

shota aizawa. hizashi yamada. nemuri kayama. yuga aoyoma. mina ashido. tsuyu asui. tenya ida. ochako uraraka. mashirao ojiro. denki kaminari. eijiro kirishima. koji koda. rikido sato. mezo shoji. kyoka jiro. hanta sero. fumikage tokoyami. shoto todoroki. toru hagakure. katsuki bakugo. izuku midoriya. momo yaoyorozu. yosetsu awase. sen kaibara. togaru kamakiri. shihai kuroiro. itsuka kendo. yui kodai. kinoko komori. ibara shiozaki. jurota shishida. nirengeki shoda. pony tsunotori. kosei tsuburaba. tetsutetsu tetsutetsu. setsuna tokage. manga fukidashi. juzo honenuki. kojiro bondo. neito monoma. reiko yanagi. hiryu rin. mirio togata. nejire hado. tamaki amajiki. hitoshi shinso. mei hatsume. emi fukukado. camie utsushimi. keigo takami. rumi usagiyama. yu takeyama. tomura shigaraki. dabi. himiko toga. rody soul.

HAIKYUU!! :

kenma kozume. yu nishinoya. toru oikawa. tobio kageyama. tetsurō kuroo. kei tsukishima. shoyo hinata. kiyoko shimizu. kōtarō bokuto. asahi azumane. koshi sugawara. hitoka yachi. tadashi yamaguchi. ryūnosuke tanaka. hajime iwaizumi. daichi sawamura.

DEMON SLAYER :

giyu tomioka. mitsuri kanroji. obanai iguro. sanemi shinazugawa. gyomei himejima. muichiro tokito. shinobu kocho. kyojuro rengoku. kanae kocho. tengen uzui. kanao tsuyuri. tanjiro kamado. zenitsu agatsuma. inosuke hashibira. genya shinazugawa. aoi kanzaki. nezuko kamado. muzan kibutsuji. tamayo. yushiro yamamoto. susumaru. sabito. makomo. senjuro rengoku. hinatsuru uzui. makio uzui. suma uzui. kokushibo. doma. akaza. nakime. hantengu. gyokko. kaigaku. gyutaro. daki. enmu. rui.

THE PROMISED NEVERLAND :

emma. ray. norman. isabella. krone. don. gilda.

OBEY ME! SHALL WE DATE? :

lucifer. mammon. leviathan. satan. asmodeus. beelzebub. belphegor. diavolo. barbatos. luke. simeon. soloman.

YANDERE SIMULATOR :

ayano aishi. ayato aishi. osana najimi. osano najimi. amai odayaka. amao odayaka. kizana sunobu. kizano sunobu. oka ruto. asu rito. aso rito. muja kina. mujo kina. mida rana. mido rana. osoro shidesu. osorō shidesu. hanako yamada. hanakō yamada. megami saikou. megamo saikou. umeji kizuguchi.

TOP GUN :

pete “maverick” mitchell. bradley “rooster” bradshaw. jake “hangman” seresin. natasha “phoenix” trace. robert “bob” floyd. reuben “payback” fitch. mickey “fanboy” garcia.

[yandere-toons]

Could you do yandere Mandela Catalog please? Go crazy with it please, I wanna hear your throughs.

Yandere Alternate Gabriel (Platonic Scenario - "The Judgement of Satan")

Warnings: Body Horror, Reality Warping, Christianity, Near-Societal Collapse, Home Invasion, Apocalyptic Setting, Violence.

A.N. - A true tragedy.

The walls of the bedroom were lined with missing person posters, most of them children. They ranged from decades ago to hours ago, and you wondered how many of them would be able to see adulthood. These already bleak images were cast in the darkness of a room with no lights, which made the faces appear faded or even monstrous.

The glare of the streetlight outside the window illuminated a paper on the desk. Previous drafts had been crumpled and dumped in the trash bin next to the desk until it overflowed, and the handwriting of the latest attempt was scarcely better than a toddler scribbling with a crayon.

Bowing your head over the desk, you rested your hands on the crown of your skull. A slow sigh blew past your lips as the ache of nights spent peeking out of shutters and checking locks rather than sleeping drilled into your brain like knives poking your temple. The tiredness poisoning you was not the kind that climbing under the sheets would solve, for it did not allow you to be calm enough for sleep.

There was always a reason to avoid the bed in the corner of the room, no matter how trivial or similar it was to another reason that you had debunked or, in your exhausted state, forgotten. The ceiling fan squeaked on its hinges as it tried and failed to spin on loose bolts and limited electricity. Empty cans and takeout boxes littered the desk and floor, and it would not have been a surprise to learn that the waste had attracted a healthy population of bugs.

The stink of going several days without showering was thick in the air, not that it registered with your nose anymore. The quick thumps of your heart produced an uncomfortable heat that contrasted with the cold sweat threatening to build on your face. Your eyes stung from not blinking within the last minute or two, but succumbing to the urge only poured another layer of fatigue onto your shoulders.

After lifting your head away from the fruitless attempt to write, you recoiled and nearly toppled over in the chair at the long face hanging upside down in front of yours. It bore a generous smile that resembled a grotesque scowl at this angle. Shaggy hair fell along the sides of its elongated head, which stretched to the length of your forearm and contained a ghostly lack of pigment.

With the teeth of a horse but the facial structure of a human, the proportions of its skull and orifices were all mismatched in a pale imitation of humanity. Looking into its black and white eyes filled your stomach with unbearable nausea, and your innards roiled as if set aflame. The dizziness threw you to the floor as the chair clattered in the opposite direction.

Your muscles seemed to turn into sludge that was too heavy to move, and an outbreak of pain erupted in your forehead like hundreds of tiny spears puncturing the skin from the inside.

As darkness enveloped you and lent a brief moment of rest, the ground beneath your hands went from the tough texture of floorboards to the dampness of a shallow pool. The water was as black as ink, as calm as a windless day on the ocean, and just transparent enough to reveal an unimaginable depth.

The instinct to retreat from the danger of falling overtook you like the surge of a tall wave, but even when you jumped up, your feet continued to stand on the water. It was as if there was a floor made invisible to you, one that still rippled every time you took a step. The void had no walls or ceilings that were perceptible to your eyes.

Its blackness ran in all directions with no end or change, its existence seemingly comprised of nothing but an idle body of water. The light that glistened on the surface of the liquid was golden, and you followed its increasing brightness to a heavenly figure cloaked in white, feathery wings. Dozens of disembodied eyes levitated around it in a spherical formation.

The eyes vanished in a stream of sunny light as the wings unfurled to greet you with the face of an angel, whose scratchy voice teetered on the thin line between welcoming and facetious. “I am the good angel Gabriel, sent to you in a time of need.” The word “need” was said with an abrupt deepness of tone, and in a second that passed quicker than the time it took you to blink, His head mutated into a gargantuan amalgamation of blue skin and yellow eyes before reverting to its original shape.

The curled fingers of His left hand opened to reveal what appeared to be a lily sprouting from His palm. Its green stem rose from the centre of His hand, winding and lengthening into a grown flower within seconds. The yellowish glow around it flickered with a divine gleam, but the petals unfolded into the fuzzy texture of a stinging nettle.

As Gabriel tilted His head and crinkled His large eyes, dozens of tiny thorns blossomed along the sides of each slender leaf. The prickly roots of the stinging nettle curled beneath the edge of His sleeve and hugged the skin as if seeking to fuse with it. Despite the thorns sliding across Him, none of His blood was shed. “Your heart is burdened with guilt. Let this forgive your sins.”

He extended the barbed plant to you, but when you eyed its spiny nature and made no move to take it, the stinging nettle began to wilt. Its leaves and stem withered into dark brown clumps before dissolving into piles of ash. Most of the grey specks fell through the crevices between His fingers, while some were blown away by a gust of wind that died as quickly as it arrived.

The heat of the air was suffocating, and where Gabriel walked, shadows fled and the light was rebirthed as a halo. It shimmered above His head as if it were a beacon calling for you to approach. For all the comfort its brightness supplied, the lack of movement in His mouth when He spoke gave the illusion of a puppeteer manipulating strings from the shadows.

“You deny yourself the life you are given.” His words sounded more like an automated message than a genuine voice, and His ever-present and oversized smile was a mockery of the soothing aura depicted in so many biblical paintings. Wincing at the headache that overcame you every time you dared to look Gabriel in the eye, you turned and showed him your back.

As you began to raise a leg to walk away, your feet sunk into the ground as if it were a tar pit. The inky liquid swallowed your ankles and thickened to encase them, but the rush of cold this supplied was countered by the warmth of Gabriel fluttering in front of you. His jaw was detaching from the rest of His skull and drooping lower than the bones would have allowed for a human.

There was more black in His eyes than white, and His voice was glitching to the brink of incomprehensible drones. It seemed that His body, once regal and unsoiled, was melting like a wax figure held to a great flame. “I will send one of my flock to enlighten you.”

As if struck by a lightning bolt and revived, you lurched to your feet in the darkness of the bedroom. Your heart rate was spiralling and clouding your mind with a struggle to breathe. The pain in your forehead returned in spurts as the adrenaline ebbed, and strips of paper were draped over your fingers.

The sensation of a soft material running down your hand drew your gaze to the ash staining your palm, atoms of it dropping to your lap and stinging your nostrils with a smoky odour. It smeared dark blotches on your skin that only spread when you wiped them against the tips of the paper and your clothes. With eyes scratched out, several of the missing person posters had been torn to shreds and bore no resemblance to the reminders they once were.

It was as if the bedroom had been violated until it was no longer yours. The dark and shabby atmosphere of the room was forever tainted with sinister anger, and the overwhelming hostility radiating from the torn faces of lost children sent you staggering out the door. The unnatural thickness of the air in that bedroom weakened as you neared the kitchen and rested on the counter, laying your upper body across it and enjoying the cold texture.

After a few minutes of controlling your heartbeat with deep breaths, you scanned what rooms of the house you could see without moving for fear that the long-faced beast had ridden to reality through your dream. The absence of silvery light that came with a new moon caused the world to appear far emptier than it did by day.

The lifeless shadows masking every piece of furniture seemed to tease movement if you looked at them for more than a few seconds, and this awareness of the vulnerability you held in an environment where your eyes were as useful as those of a mole drove you to examine the kitchen.

There was a sideways bag next to a couple of twist ties, which you fashioned into a makeshift cross. The object was lukewarm and pointy in the palm of your hand as you squeezed its metallic frame and approached the bedroom. Having it there to clench relieved some of the stress building in your posture, but the door creaking open like a prolonged groan was enough for the tight fist of dread to seize your breathing.

The room that greeted you was identical to the room from which you had fled. There was no looming silhouette in any of the corners, nor had the posters returned from shreds hanging on the wall by tacks. The memory of the angel's glitches pulled you to the bedside table, where a corded telephone sat near a pocket Bible.

The malformations of His smile prompted you to take the small book. It had been collecting dust in one of the drawers when you first stumbled into the house, and as soon as you read the top line, the once sweltering temperature of the room plummeted. Eyes staying on the verse, you retraced your steps to the door with a hesitancy to make the slightest noise.

The orangeish glow of the streetlight flowed from the dark of the night, cast a glare on the sheen of the kitchen window, and pooled on the floorboards. It was partially blocked when a stone was flung through the glass. The middle of the window shattered into a wave of knife-like debris, and the eye of the streetlight illuminated the stone rolling to a stop at the foot of a sofa.

The Intruder leapt through the jagged opening and caught multiple shards of glass in the thin fabric of his black hoodie. Loud rips echoed in the silent house as strips of cloth were peeled from his body, yet the damage was not enough to reveal his face to be more than a snow-white blur. He crushed bits of smaller glass under his calloused hands and tennis shoes while landing on all fours, shifting most of his weight to his curled legs and planting his fingertips on the floor.

From where the Intruder sat upright like a hound, he surveyed the gloomy environment for signs of life. One was found in the form of the bedroom door creaking shut after a wisp of your hand disappeared into the room. The torso area of his hoodie was stationary as if he were not breathing, yet he sprung from his crouch and began speeding in your direction with the energy of a track star.

A higher power seemed to be betting against you as nearly every floorboard that you stepped on, no matter how gingerly, creaked and popped like brittle bones. With rapid footsteps pounding towards the door and the idea of stealth becoming more like a dream than reality, you spun around two or three times in search of a portable weapon and snatched the corded telephone off the bedside table. The police were not a thought in your mind, and you pulled with the mighty strength of an adrenaline rush.

The metallic rattle of the handset bouncing off the cradle reverberated through the room as the cord was ripped out of the wall along with chips of paint and plaster. This cacophony of tears and raps was replaced by the idle hum of a dial tone, the handset dangling from a wire and tapping the side of your leg. When the Intruder burst through the door a second later, you hurled the busted telephone at him and succeeded in striking his face with it.

The handset pivoted on its wire and scored an additional hit on his cheek, which stunned him long enough for you to sprint past his disoriented shape. The inky black of the corridor surrounded you once again, and the shuffling from behind spurred you to turn and shove the Intruder farther into the bedroom. Before he could charge at you, the door was yanked shut by your hand clutching the doorknob.

The object twisted back and forth as you fought the Intruder for control of the door like two kids fighting over a toy. It started to open and then be closed at the same moment, and your awareness of your own deteriorating stamina was causing a dreadful level of queasiness to sprout in your gut. A cursory scan of the house revealed a couple of doors, both hanging ajar with unused locks and lending views of either a toilet or a dryer, standing a short distance away.

Glancing at the end of the hall, you let go of the doorknob and began to dash towards the bathroom. No sooner than your first step did the bedroom door swing open with phenomenal strength and collide with your left shoulder blade. The pain was like the area had been stabbed or pelted with sharp rocks, and the aggressive push of the door caused you to stumble for an instant.

You scrunched your face and regained your balance with a stressed grunt, only for two hands to stick barbed fingernails in your back. Just as the bathroom door was almost within reach, you crumpled under the weight of an adult man jumping on you and dragging you to the floor. He lacked body heat and mimicked the icy skin of a corpse in the morgue, yet, despite this apparent breeding ground for rigor mortis, he maneuvered his limbs with fluid ease.

It was when the cold of the Intruder vanished that the air seemed to catch fire, rippling with a sudden warmth too potent to be comforting. The beeps of the thermostat as it neared its maximum temperature alerted you to the sweat beginning to gather on your forehead. The Intruder had retracted his arms and stood up, but instead of brandishing a weapon, he merely watched you as if having no further goal.

After a few seconds of observing your tremble and visible pain, he turned and marched to the broken window. The clop of his shoes against the floorboards quieted to leave you in silence, and the Intruder leapt out the window from whence he came. Clenching your teeth, you shut your eyes and hissed at the stinging that exploded in your left arm when you attempted to support your weight with it.

A pair of white wings rounded the corner, unfurling from a tall back clothed in a pearly robe. The wings were made of shimmering feathers like those of the noblest dove, and they stretched outwards until the furthermost feathers grazed the bumpy texture of the walls. Both wings sloped down to the spine of an angelic figure, whose shoulders were obscured by curly blond hair.

The palms of His hands were pressed together in front of His chest, and His arms were raised to equal heights in a rigid pose that more closely resembled a sculpture than it did a natural movement. The hem of the white robe, tied to His body with a golden ribbon around His waist, concealed His bare feet and made Him appear to levitate through the corridor.

Despite not flapping, the wings remained outstretched as if to emphasize their bright quality among the darkness. They hovered with such magnificent strength that the threat of a single beat promised to stir a whirlwind and carry you away like a fallen leaf on a breezy Autumn night. The eyes of the figure were unblinking and moved downwards as He flew closer without lowering His head, the smile on His face so wide and static that it exposed His teeth and gums to an unnatural degree.

The speed at which He approached you was unconcerned and confident that the tremor in your limbs would not compel you to rise from the ground and flee behind the weak shield you called a locked door. The robotic voice that came from Him had a layer of artificial fogginess to it like a machine reading a script, darting from one word to the next without a pause in between and giving an inconsistent inflection. “You have lost your way.”

Slowly, He parted His hands and offered one for you to hold. “I will give you purpose.” The skin of His palm was devoid of blemishes and imperfections of every kind and was covered in a soft glow, but the stench of rotten eggs and sulphur clinging to the air around Him like a parasite deterred you from accepting it. The stink was enough to splatter vomit on the floor if you had anything in your stomach besides a dull ache.

The angelic figure waited with statuesque stillness and an unchanged face as if filled with all the patience of the world, His eyes elongated so far that they seemed to spill over His upper lip. You raised a hand as though seeking to intertwine it with His, only to reach over and unveil the pocket Bible. Gabriel hissed like a serpent, and He retreated from the holy book in a fit of glitches and flashes of blue and yellow.

The wings on His back flickered in and out of reality. As the pocket Bible flipped open and the first prayer on the page sailed from your mouth, Gabriel started to flail and shriek with the dolorous howls of a banshee. His arms stretched until they dragged on the floor, and His face writhed as if shrinking and expanding at the same time. His cries evolved into demonic roars that shook the home with a deepness far beyond the capabilities of any human.

Just when you were managing to stand up, Gabriel flew at you and knocked you against the rear wall. His touch was like brimstone, its scalding effect beginning to burn patches of your skin. The wall had collided with the back of your head to shoot the agony of a splitting concussion across your brain, and a tired weakness was invading your muscles.

The words of the prayer were leaving your mind. Your tongue no longer remembered how to pronounce them, articulating with strained grunts that matched the pell-mell thoughts fracturing into smaller, more disjointed pieces. They drifted further and further apart from one another until the pocket Bible was as useless and unknown to you as a hairbrush was to a lizard.

“I will make you my disciple,” Gabriel spoke with the raspy voice of a creature struggling for air. It sounded as if His throat had not tasted water in days, yet His black eyes, wider than the hands of most people, gazed into yours with an inexhaustible determination.

The longer you were forced to look upon Him, the flimsier your memory of the past few weeks became. This infection spread to months past and swallowed years of life in a single instant, some of the details resurfacing for a moment and then vanishing again in the next. It was like walking in a storm that only intensified, taking more and more bites out of your senses.

Gabriel released you before Death arrived, and in the second between consciousness and unconsciousness, you saw hellfire at His back. “When you awake, you will be reborn.”

[virilalimonera]

Cosas que pasan por la mente de...

Leslie-matar matar matar para proteger a su familia(que pensaban que ella mataba por diversión!?! Pues no lo hace para defender a su familia)

Tom-proteger

Lucas-el amor es una mierda

Cielo-peleas

Night-su vida cuando era un angel

415-su hermana...

Luna yandere au-suicidio o su propia muerte causada por gabriel yandere au

Gabriela-el abandono de su madre

Mali-el sufrimiento de su hermano

Saul(mi bb qwq)-que solo lo usan como un juguete pa tener eso(eso también pienso yo >:/🔪)

Evil tom-matar matar matar matar a viri =3

Viri/me...-cosas tristes,ser un estorbo para los demas,siempre esta sola...,que se aburren de ella.....,que la cambian por alguien mas....

[thereaderinsertlady]

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so, i know this may sound a lil weird lol, but could you mention ALL the people you like (in regard to the last reblog)? I really am curious how many people you like-- you don't have to answer this ask if you dont wanna

👀 I would LOVE to answer this ask. I really wanted to tag everyone I liked, but I didn't want to add too many reblogs on that post since I was worried it would junk it up too much. But, since you asked so kindly...

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[untitled-writer-013]

Hey! How you doin? I hope it's good :D

Can you do a lil thing where Y/N realises that Gabriel is an Alternate and tries to kill him, and then gets punished? Oh and can you use gender neutral pronouns for y/n? Please and thank you!

Yandere!Alt Gabriel x GN!Rebellious!Reader

warning(s): yandere themes, paranoia, manipulation, death, unsettling themes.

Gabriel had been around for quite a long time. He had fooled the human race into thinking that he was their true savior, and had unleashed his creations onto the Earth. Soon enough, he would completely wipe out the human race, it was only a matter of time. But, he met someone.

Gabriel had met (Y/n) when he had broken into their home, and something within him was drawn to them. The idea of them dying at the hands of one of his alternates made him sick. It confused him, he had never felt that way about a human before. And yet, he found himself stalking after them every day, making sure to play his cards right so they would fall for him all on their own.

But one day, he had messed up. 

Gabriel had been tormenting one of his darling’s friends, using his true form to make them MAD, when (Y/n) had opened the door. They had yelled before tackling him, catching him off guard as his signature grin pulled at his face, his eyes melting slightly, the sounds of static mixing with the hiss he let out as he picked them up, holding them by the collar of their shirt. Gabriel immediately killed (Y/n)’s friend, making them scream as they tried lunging at Gabriel, kicking and screaming as Gabriel left. He held them tightly against his chest, flying to the nearby abandoned church that he had been using as his ‘home’.

Once they had arrived, Gabriel had made sure to lock any possible exits before letting (Y/n) fall to the floor, making them grunt slightly as they landed on their side. Gabriel watched as (Y/n) stood up, glaring at him as they shouted at him. He stood there as they yelled, his grin pulling at the corners of his mouth as he watched them try to hit and kick him. (Y/n) became more frustrated when they didn’t get any reaction from Gabriel, tears running down their face as they hit against his chest, even attempting to grab at his wings but failing. 

Gabriel waited until (Y/n) had tired themselves out, their hits getting weak as they let out angry sobs. He finally dropped his grin, a small frown on his face as he hugged them. He rubbed their back, ignoring the feeble attempts to push him away as he rubbed their back slowly. He gently hushed them, closing his eyes as he continued to comfort them, relishing the feeling when (Y/n) had finally given in to him.

“There’s nothing to worry about now, (Y/n). My poor human, you’ve riled yourself up so much. Do as I say and relax.” Gabriel stated, cooing at them as he pressed a kiss to the top of their head.

“My darling, don’t ever try to do that ever again. You will not win, and next time I will not be so nice. Do you understand me?” Gabriel stated, his wings puffing up slightly as his voice fluctuated in tone, his expression eerily neutral as he stared down at them, forcing them to hold eye contact with him.

(Y/n) froze in fear, the eye contact keeping them in place as they nodded, their heart hammering against their chest as Gabriel let his expression soften, a soft smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to their forehead. 

“Good, now then, I think it’s time you went to bed, alright?” Gabriel stated, standing up as he scooped them up into his arms, beginning to lead them down to the cellar of the church, which he had cleaned up and set up for his darling to stay with him. 

Gabriel would never let his darling feel confident enough to try and attack him again. From babying them when they protest against him, to giving them that terrifying stare whenever he suspects they’re planning something, he makes sure that they are too scared to try something again.

He’ll make sure that they know their place, no matter what.

~fin~

author’s note: i think Gabriel would absolutely make his darling doubt themselves to the point that they don’t believe they can take him down. i even think that Gabriel could give them a weapon (knife, cord, etc), and (Y/n) would hand it back to him after using it. gotta love a manipulative angel <33

[lumierexfics]

Chat Log Name : Holiday Event!

❆ Chat Log Description: Happy holidays! I made this event for fun again because the holidays are coming up which is amazing! The deadline is January 1st of next year (which may seem like a long way but it’s actually really close!) Requests [ 0 out of 7] written…

What type of gift was it?

Secret Gift, No AU

Books, Academic AU

Music box, Time traveler AU

Crown, Royalty AU

A book from their favorite author, Bookstore AU

Lasso, Cowboy AU

Jar of stars, Celestial AU

Pearl jewelry, Mermaid AU

Wedding Rings, Arranged Marriage AU

Matching red bracelets, Red string AU

A mug, Coffee shop AU

A sketchbook, Artist & Muse AU

Opera gloves, Regency AU

Heart, Soulmate mark AU

Mirror, SAGAU / Self-Aware AU (Video games only if requested!)

What type of box is it?

A brown box, Enemies to lovers

A neatly decorated box, Academic rivals to lovers

Familiar yet unfamiliar box, Childhood friends to lovers

A box with heart designs, First love

Subtle letter and discreet box, Forbidden love

Favorite color box with matching tape, Similarities attract

Blue box and orange tape, Opposites attract

Painted wooden box, Friends

Finally, what bow to put on the box!

Yellow bow, Angst

Pink bow, Fluff

Green bow, Thriller

Silver bow, Fantasy

⇗ Special Edition! ⇖

Autumn Prompt List

Cozy Autumn Prompts

Spooky & Autumn Prompts

Falling in Fall

Dialogue For Jacket Sharing

Winter Prompt List

Winter Activity List

Winter Date List

[brokeenen]

“Let’s Say All the P Names” by Orebanana || ENGLISH【552  (+14) People】

Lyricist’s Notes:

I have the notes at the top so that I don’t forget to include details. You can skip to the dividing line below if you’re not interested and want to get to the meat of this TL.

Hi. In case you’re new, I’m Brokee. Call me Keenen if you’d like.

I had the idea to use this for an English cover involving Oliver & Cyber Diva.

But I don’t have any money to buy DIVA’s CD from Amazon, much less a computer that can run it.

This might be my best worst song I’ve ever had the “honor” of adapting to English. It took me a week to type this song by hand. I had to find time to do this. Time in my college classes, bus rides and interim between waiting for my parents to pick me up from class. I like typing, but this was a bit much.

Any asterisks (*) you see in the TL are part of the name. I’ll use Carets (^) to explain.

I added names to this list because I wanted to exceed the world record. The ones I added are bolded and underlined.

This English Translyric has a total of 【566 Names】 of Vocaloid Producers.

Background information of the song is below. (source link here)

2020 Edit: I only changed the title and fixed a lyricist note lol. This has been getting a bit of traction recently, which is strange considering how long ago I posted it. Thanks for the views! o/

B. A. Gabrielle (the translator) has changed her Twitter. Follow the new one.

[INTRO - Len] Yo, I know you all probably already know about a ton of Vocaloid songs, right? But, there's a lot of songs that you probably haven't heard or even know of! Vocaloid P or Producers' Names for you who don't know, have popularity as well. Let's begin the "Say all the P Names" challenge! Are you ready? Here we go!

[VERSE 1 - Rin] Akikan, Ohhoi, Naitei, Chouchou, Samuson, Raida, Kyokuhoku, Yuringo Kouhei Jimunope, Yuzuame, Sorairo, Ryosuke, Rento, Metaha, Nikoichi Korabaya, Nechogusha, Terumin, Hanaichi, Smile, Engawa, Hanagoe, Eroaki, Yogarasu, Oichan, Taburesu, Ryuunosu, bothneco, Ernie, Papopepu, Jounetsu Tsukino, Tamara, Chanagi, mmmbo, Gibbon, awk, fat, okota, 96crow, Akuno Crea, toya, mayuko, Senchashi, shiero, Zenradegitaadaiteneteta-P!

[Len] Laalaa, Yugo, Rusaruka, Shuujin, Hagoromo, Raimei, Nanahoshi, Enzetsu, Hassaku, Atatata, Tebukuro, Bokaomo, Oiran, Tadosuke, Low-Tech, Miraiha, Lentou, Basutee, Sottou, Tasogare, Itachima, Shioani, Yonsen, Mandara, Wenosuke, Umeboshi, Buttobi, Deokure, Hayakawa, Yamamaya, Jitabata, Kyuukon Nobira, Kibou, Utata, Hayaya, Yoshiya, Nanami, Mokeke, G@POPO, Fuwari, Akari Konori, Masami, SATCH, Akko, Ecchi, Matcho, Kontontsukaraa-P!

[Rin] Wankappu, Koppepan, Saraudon, Tomatoufu, Kokutou, Pocky Kakinotane, Aisuimo, Youguruto, Merontee, Chokopagenchou, [Len] Desuohagi, Orebanana, Apricot Rain, Potechihime, Chitasumatsuo, Shiwamikan, Kabipurin, Nehanshika Noriokure, [Both] Hikutsu-P!!

[CHORUS] We're gonna say. We're gonna say. Kagamine P-names - we're gonna say. We're gonna say. We're gonna say. Every P name - we're gonna say!

[Verse 2 - Rin] temporu, Susshi, Kogauta, Bunchou, Mainusu, IGASIO, Nyuusen, Hanabata, Bokatsuku, Chuuhai, Furenchi, Yakiimo, UNPUSY, Meisou, Rion, Enikusu, Yuunagi, Motetai, Kouraishiba, Shirokuro, Puuchin, Kaiware, Kasutama, Sasakure, Maeburi, LapiLapi, Oshiire, Rorotan, CALFO, mikuru396, Deetaa, Aruka, Honey, Mirror, Itaru, ceres, Ouji, Editor, Nogomi, Hanata, Kiddo, Kouchi,  Setsuna, Naopo, Boomerang-Pantsu-P!

[Len] Takakon, Tanpure, Kaeuta, Sakuripa, Anmaku, Teihen, Yomatsuri, Nosshioku, Iroshiki, Hiyorin, Ikarosu, Aamin, Space, Kashiore, 100s, Komagawa, Aohono, Futomomo, Yumemiru, Intaba, Yuuyami, Shiganaru, Tomochou, Toushahi, Reruriri, Enbun, Yandere, triona, Sumikko, Mataoma, Junky, Zasso, Igiari, Boffui, Kengai, Bitawan, Benishida, Seiun, Joy Maker, Ryuusei, Konoyaki, Nekusuto, Ajian, Shoushou, ehamiku, Ginsaku, Kurozumi, Rougoku, Nikuromu, Suzouri, Yell, Aru†Kana, Topaz, Kanimiso, Agemono, Renfuru, Keshigomu, Peperon, Piroriropi, Hyahhaa Satsuki ga Tenkomori!

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3 - Rin] Jitabata, Honobono, Mauaki, Ginrin, Rankyou, Daiendan, Tamagoboka, Kurousa, Kenshou, Hikki, Takkun Yananan, Shuuichi, Kosumin, Lamaze, TAKE3240, 00, Nauroma, Paprika, Sukumizu, cocoon, Fuuto, Nattoku, takanon, Boiler, Rabusawa, Bakuon, Exhaustion, Kurohyou, Gachirori, Yasuo, kouki, Isaku, Sakurya, Stain, Shuwai, Youta, Bunru, tsk, Matsuo, Denpa, Owata, m@rk, haiji, Ryokucha, Ice, Machigeriita-P!

[Len] Kannadzuki, Asatarou, Temporary, Sorenante, Multiplayer, Ouenuta, Renaissance, Love&, Kichiku Shota, Hinata Haruhana, [Rin] Stalker, Makushimasu, marcury, Teikuon, NaitsundeRin, Above Oblique,  Haitsuru. Mikunaru, Ann Melts, Musuka

[Len] Taka, Tochi, Natsu, Mag, Kuro, Guro, Haro, Hiro, Geru, Geri, [Rin] Yaa, Boku, Yutsu, Fei, Bare, Blue, Shin, Nami, pico, Puni, [Len] hapi=>, O, Shiri, Suke, Mazo, Niki, Uta, SaMa, Plow, sele, wara, {Rin] Nira, Giga, Moja, kal, Chaa, Shaku, maya, Koya, Reo, [Both] samfree!

[Verse 4 - Both] Fuzaitsuuchi, Mashu, Jakime, Red Card, Hoikourou, Seramyu, Kuensan, Nagatsukishurin, K.M, Rampage, Prophet, Captain Future, Clavier, Ketora, Soramimi, Ikkou, Galaxy, sansui, Cocoa Cigarette, Nice Kinki, Yucha, Nantoka, ◆◆◆◆◆^, Monotone,

Hotomoto, yatsu, yanagi, Basue, kous, Seizu, Tsurishi, Valentine, Hatepotepuu, Fujishiro Kanae

^ pronounced "Diamond"

[Len] Kurisutaru, Susshi, Itokawa, snowy*, Eccentric, Bucchigiri, River, ROY, Tom,

[Rin] Paipan, Pantan, Chiyahoya, Tsuyatsuya, Mowamowa, Awaawa, Zawazawa, Powapowa, muhmue, Petapeta, Nurunuru, Sorosoro, Fukafuka, Hoihoi, Mosomoso, Puchipuchi, Tsurutsuru, Sakusaku, Soisoi, Tenten, Tennen, Toraboruta,

[Len] Rozenkruez, Chiku, Pando List, Fuyusa, Pantsu, Nori, Konpu, Mizere, Live, Zouni, Ikikiro, Ubu, Maria, Yourujo, Ehehe, Tohoho, Rerere, Sasasa, Sososo, Nonono, Cheetah Girl, Red Doctor, Qes

[Rin] Kihirohito, Original, Kokosemai, Cedar People, Four Dimensional, Banrino Snuffkin, 3-jiken^^, Suzunosuke, I'm Working, KIT-san,

[Len] Terawosaru, Minamimuki, Donfurai, Katahotori, Yunimemo, Kosoado,

[Both] Bacon, Lencon, Siscon, Buranko, Hitsumabu, Shibashon!

[Verse 5 - Both] Kagikko, Kurafuto, Karaage, HiroRin Chousoku, Kotsuban, Warezu, Heichou, Ransuu, Nantoka, Siblings, Usamaru, Assamu, Mukiryoku, Hitoshizuku, Yuuzaa^^^, Yuzuriha, Tetsubun, GonGoss, Dokodoko, Tenkou, Gokuaku, Candy Kimidori, Tanaka, Asunaro, Gomaae 83, Chioware, AEGIS, Negapoji, Black, Shu-t, Pikmin, Vocapela, Black and White, Daisuke, Negibue, Cap Wing, Parecki, Crusher, Amedama, Half-Done, Ashitano, Riito, Megaren, Saitou, Opanku, Fuwashina, Muuto, Koneko, Nagatomikuru, Nanka, Masuda, Rain Road, Tama, Gobou, Scourer, Nogisubouru, Kaminonenbutsu!

^^ pronounced "san-jiken" ^^^ pronounced "user"

[Bridge - Len] Bono, Salmon, Asatarou, tatii, oORaikaOo, Ichi, Mau, Sus, Jesus, My God,

[Rin] Kurage, Eyeris, Circus, 

[Len] Nike, Hotto, Yumegu, UTABanni, Distortion, Nio, Mado, Bino, Meni, Frustration, Yamika, Medama

[Verse 6 - Both] Romipo, SOU, P-chan, Karasuyasabou, Niito, Nata, Saitamanisuto, Tera Areole Toukou, Yumikaze, Spring Roll, Chie, Understanding the Right Surrealism, Cillia, An, En Shimamura Hideyuki, Intaba, Taikyou, Nishizawa-san, Migimacchi, Carnival, Cherico Ramune, Ringo, Rin, Hira, Kea, 7, Sho, Yowane, ke-ji, maretu, Bocchi, pinocchio, wowaka, deco*27^^^^, Air Rider

^^^^ pronounced (deco nii-na)

[Chorus 2 - Both] We said them all? We said them all? Everybody's P name - we said them all? We said them all? We said them all? All of the P names, Kagamine P names, Everybody's P names,

See, we said them all!!

[Ending - Rin]

Wait... we didn't say "all"? We actually forgot loads of people to put in, you see?

t('^')t

English Translation: 2briacityTranslation / B.A. Gabrielle (Her Twitter) (Song Translation Here)

My Twitter: HERE.

Next Lyric: Lewd.

Expect sporadic posts all month long as I force myself to write 7-ish more songs because I’m a hipster who doesn’t want to do the popular ones and make sure that I don’t step into octosan‘s territory. 

[virilalimonera]

Luna yandere au(me falta su mechon azul :,v)

No contare sobre ella alv >:V

Solo dire que gabriel en ese au es el yandere

@rexyrexrey @funco2020andothersstuff @reybrieldrawings @llamame-someoneuwu @sofiaazbravo @hellosassybouquetzombieblr @drawsrubens64 @ta-loca-kimixd y el que quera uwu

Yo: arranca mi corazón... Ya no quiero enamorarme de alguien, ya que esa persona no me nesecita y intento no mostrarlo pero soy celosa y depresiva así que por favor hazlo

(Cofcoftalvezestosearol?cofcof)

Reto a:

@funco2020andothersstuff @virilalimonera @hellosassybouquetzombieblr @drawsrubens64 @rexyrexrey @un-blog-de-un-mundo-random @sofiaazbravo @nose-quien-mierdasoy @n1g7hmer3corrupt @scrapbbmostergt1 @llamame-someoneuwu @y-quien-mas-quiera uwu

[p45h1to-blog]

Soy el tipo de tumblr que cuando ve una frase digna de Pablo Neruda,Gabriel García Márquez o Carlos Pellicer Cámara le da me gusta,la reblogea,comenta,sigo al creador y me hago su yandere 7u7

[yandere-toons]

Heyy!! I know this isn't exactly a cartoon but have you ever watched the Mandela Catalogue? Would you be willing to write for it? The nature of the series would make for some interesting yanderes, given them both being in a more horror-esque genre, and the intensity that would come with a Mandela character pining over you in such a way. I love your works by the way! Keep being you!

Honestly, you don't need to worry about your recommendations not being a cartoon. I've strayed so far from that definition and will continue to do so. Request any fandom you want.

I had to rewatch parts of the Mandela Catalogue to understand it, but the idea that Satan won the "Heaven vs. Hell" battle and has been deceiving people is something I haven't seen before.

The human characters would have a hard time doing anything too invasive because they risk attracting the attention of Alternates. At the same time, the police have been trained to assume that most crimes are the work of Alternates and therefore should be ignored.

So, they probably won't get arrested, but they may get attacked by the Intruder or another Alternate if they try to convince someone that they are in imminent danger.

The corrupted Gabriel figure would be an obvious choice, focusing his false promises on one person and telling his creations to let this one live for now so he can indoctrinate them.

Still, imagine this fake Gabriel indulging in favouritism with a certain Alternate, or perhaps even more bizarrely, a human becoming obsessed with an Alternate.

[untitled-writer-013]

I saw you're taking requests for Alt Gabriel from TMC 👀

So..how would Alt Gabriel react if he found an innocent darling being stalked by one of his alternates? Would he immediately kill the alternate, or would he let it scare his darling into seeking his help?

Would he just kill the alternate before she even learned about it, or would he take advantage of the situation and let the alternate terrify her, only to kill it and make her depend on him for protection?

ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃ ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ˢᵘᵉ ᵐᵉ

Yandere!Alt Gabriel x Fem!Innocent!Reader

warning(s): yandere themes, mentions of stalking, obsessive thoughts, manipulation, brief mention of murder, invasion of privacy.

Gabriel had found his darling when prowling Mandela County, searching for more victims to make into his creations. He had snuck into her home, the foolish human had left her bathroom window unlocked. He stalked through the house, pausing when he heard soft breaths coming out of a room. He carefully opened the door, spotting the human in bed, asleep. 

Gabriel stood in her room for quite a while, looming over her while she slept. He contemplated what he should do, a part of him wanting to just turn her into an alternate and move on, while another part of him seemed to actually like this human. The feeling was foreign to him, after all his plans ended with the demise of all humanity. These conflicting thoughts aggravated him, the sound of static just barely emitting from him. 

Gabriel caught himself before he woke the human, hushing the static and his thoughts all at once. He decided to have a look around her home, observing her choice of decorations. (Y/n)’s phone went off, making the man quickly turn, having been momentarily startled by the sudden noise (although he’d never admit it).

Gabriel picked up the device, merely using his powers to surpass the password. He found himself going through it, from her photos to the messages she exchanged with her friends. Although, as he continued to read the texts, he didn’t think these people could be given the title ‘friend’. They seemed to demean her for her naive and innocent nature. 

Now, this caught his attention.

An innocent human? Completely alienated by her only friends? And it didn’t look like she had any family that cared for her either, noticing that the last messages from them were from months ago, and had been left on read.

A smirk played onto Gabriel’s face, completely different from the haunting grin that dawns his face when he’s angered. Having this human by his side would be very fascinating.

After having been intrigued by the human, Gabriel would continue to watch her. Whether it be watching her sleep, or watching her go through the mundane motions of hiding from his alternates, he was always watching. On one of the rare occasions where he wasn’t watching her, he spotted one of his creations stalking outside her house, standing at her front door as its form shifted, seemingly not able to decide on what its appearance should look like. 

Now, Gabriel could’ve easily killed the alternate, and that’d be that. 

But, he had a much more..appealing idea in mind.

Gabriel couldn’t help but almost feel giddy as the alternate had found its way into his darling’s home. Because he knew that she would be vulnerable, and would have no one to turn to but him in the face of danger. He would have her wrapped around his finger, and he could be his darling’s savior.

Gabriel flew down to the home, slowly entering the house as he went in the direction of (Y/n)’s room. He heard a shriek and the sound of heavy static, making him rush into the room, getting in between (Y/n) and the alternate as he used his wings to shield her. His signature grin appeared on his face, killing the alternate with no hesitation while (Y/n) had hidden behind him.

Once the alternate had withered away, Gabriel made sure to return his face back to normal, not wanting to scare his darling off as he turned and faced her. He had to stop himself from chuckling at the sight, seeing her tremble as she looked up at him. He kneeled down, a gentle smile on his face as he cupped her cheek. (Y/n) flinched slightly, not expecting the contact before she calmed down, taking deep breaths. 

“There is no need to be afraid, my lamb. I am archangel Gabriel, and I shall protect you from the evils that roam the streets.” Gabriel reassured, cupping her face with both of his hands as she seemed to ease, her tightened shoulders drooping as she looked up at him.

“T-Thank you so much for saving me..” (Y/n) whispered, in awe at the man before her as his smile slightly grew, reveling in her voice as he backed away. He set a hand on her shoulder, guiding her to her bed and tucking her in. He pulled away to let her fall asleep, stopped when a hand grabbed his robe. His eyes dropped down to look at her, his gaze softening when he spotted the tears building up in her eyes.

“Could you stay? Please? I..I don’t want to be alone.” (Y/n) stated, making something in Gabriel’s chest tighten slightly. He nodded, telling her he would lock any entrances to her home and then join her in bed. It seemed like forever for (Y/n) before Gabriel returned, the man watching her make a space for him in the bed before he joined her.

Gabriel curled up slightly, adjusting himself since he was much taller than (Y/n). She let him get comfortable before she held onto him, resting her head on his chest while Gabriel froze momentarily, getting used to the feeling before he wrapped his arms around her. He treated her as though she were made of glass, because compared to his strength, she was. He let himself relax more and more as his darling fell asleep, even rubbing her back to lull her into a deep sleep.

Gabriel smiled to himself, his plan had worked perfectly, and soon his darling would need and want no one else but him. 

He’ll make sure of that.

~fin~

author’s note: i am really glad that people are already requesting for Gabriel, i’m just as excited to write for him as you all are to read what i come up with. he would definitely take advantage of the situation and make sure his darling depends on him for anything and everything.

[untitled-writer-013]

btw, i'm writing for a certain alt gabriel 👉👈

and toonbriel too