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omg,so damn funny on how wild looks and time toatally looks too much into it. lol and pick done by lordofSpring on X/twitter.

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Spelunking ass horse

i know this isn't the reguar theme of this blog but i need to share it somewhere because today someone called my local fire department because they found

a horse

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“The Smell Of Chalk Dust “

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Jax and his Jaxling

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Okay enough fluff, BACK TO SUFFERING.

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and then they kissed

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THE LAST SUPPER || comic

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this moment in 5-3 reminds me of something...

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v1 and their beautiful size 2 fish

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I think i found my style

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Chat, is it considered “abusive roommate behavior” to release a raccoon into the living space after you have asked your roommate for months to please clean up their messes (they do not pay any of the mortgage)

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An archangel in love acts strange.

Gabriel ULTRAKILL x reader.

Warning: Gabriel acting a bit strange with a sleeping reader

English is not my first language, I apologize if it is not understandable.

To do this, I had to use the translator.

The door shut with a dull thud behind you; more from the weight of your exhausted body than any real intention.

The day had been complete chaos. One of those days where fatigue clings to your bones and every thought narrows down to "I just want to sleep."

There was no dinner, no shower—you didn’t even bother to change out of the clothes you’d worn all day. You simply dragged your feet across the floor, dropping your things in the first empty corner of your room.

Your bag landed on the ground, your coat half-hanging from the back of a chair. Even taking your shoes off seemed like too much work; they remained awkwardly halfway removed.

You collapsed onto your bed, crumpling the blankets beneath you. You didn’t bother to move them to cover yourself properly—you simply lay there, sprawled across your soft mattress.

And as your breathing grew slower and deeper, sleep began to wrap around you with its warm, quiet embrace.

The silence in the room was thick but comforting, broken only by the faint hum of household electronics and the distant murmur of the city.

You barely stirred, already drifting into the world of dreams, hugging a pillow far too big for your body.

And it was in that moment—between the small, vulnerable space that existed between your dreams and your silent room—that the atmosphere changed drastically.

A glowing shadow took form in the doorway, barely touching the ground, until a full figure emerged.

Gabriel was there.

Standing at the edge of your bed.

Watching you.

A soft glow bathed the room, cast by Gabriel’s halo and his blue wings, gently caressing the walls, the floor, and the face of the one he couldn’t stop looking at.

The slow but steady rhythm of your breathing caused your chest to rise and fall.

The faint furrow in your brow, as if even in your dreams you still had things to do.

A rebellious strand of hair falling across your face, brushing the corner of your lips…

You were…

Human.

So imperfect, so fragile—and yet, something about you had ensnared him from the very moment his eyes first met yours. He couldn’t recall the context, or the excuse, but he remembered how everything around him had blurred the moment he saw you, how his heart began to beat erratically and his breath caught in his throat.

He shouldn’t be here.

He shouldn’t be watching you sleep like you were some kind of hidden miracle.

It made no sense.

He wasn’t supposed to feel anything.

Not for a being so… fleeting.

But he couldn’t help it.

His gaze traced every line of your face, every unconscious movement you made, as if trying to memorize you—fearing that if he looked away, even for a second, you might cease to exist.

"What is this that consumes me? This longing that stirs within me with no reason, no logic?"

I have faced and slain thousands—those who dared defy the word of the Holy Council.I am the righteous Hand of the Father, the Will of God...So why do I falter now at the sound of a mortal's peaceful breathing?

Gabriel's brow furrowed slightly as he continued watching you from the edge of your bed.

Why you?Why do you ensnare me so effortlessly, without a word, without even looking at me?What power lies within you that even I—anointed in the Father's Grace—cannot resist?

He moved, taking a slow step forward, careful not to make the floor creak beneath his weight and reveal his presence.

The soft light of his halo illuminated your face as he leaned slightly over your sleeping form, eventually lowering himself to one knee beside your bed.

A trembling sigh escaped his throat.

"Why did the Father make them so small?" he muttered to himself, the words more of a breath than a question.

From this new angle, he could see you more clearly—details hidden by distance and the shadows of night now came into view.

The faint circles beneath your eyes.The slow, gentle rise and fall of your chest with every breath.

His gaze dropped lower… to your slightly parted lips.

His breath hitched, a shiver running through him.

His hand—that hand which had wielded a sword with unwavering conviction countless times—now rose to brush his trembling thumb across your lips.

A fleeting touch.

Delicate.

Unnecessary, yet utterly irresistible.

His wings twitched behind him, a restrained movement that betrayed the turmoil within him.

He knew what he was doing.

He knew he shouldn’t.

He knew it all too well—

SNORE.

A sudden, raspy snore shattered his moment of reverie like a bell crashing to the floor.

Gabriel flinched, jerking back with a sudden, sharp sound as he moved too quickly; one of his wings even struck one of your shelves.

He froze on the spot.

Holding his breath, watching your sleeping face for any sign of movement.

Moments passed, each one endless for Gabriel, but you didn’t move. To his immense relief

He finally exhaled, the breath shaky and quiet. Still on one knee, he could feel his heart—or whatever was closest to one in him—pounding beneath his armor. His shoulders dropped slightly, tension giving way to a quiet, flustered surrender.

The blush on his cheeks, however, remained.

And so did the aching flutter in his chest.

He didn’t dare speak.

He simply looked at you for a few seconds longer, as if your very existence were a sweet kind of damnation.

And he knew.

He had to leave.

Now.

Before he did something else foolish.

But a sudden movement froze him in place again.

He watched as you shifted under your blankets, your brow furrowing slightly; a shiver ran down his spine.

Without fully opening your eyes, you rolled over, still half-asleep.

The cold air seeping in from the open window had stirred you awake.

With dragging steps, you got up and made your way toward the window to shut out the night breeze.

Your movements were sluggish, driven more by instinct than awareness.

By the time you reached it, Gabriel was already gone.He wouldn’t let a mere mortal see him in such a state.

Just as you were about to return to your bed, you noticed something you weren’t expecting to find.

There, resting beside your bed, was a long feather—faintly glowing with an ethereal shimmer.

Pale blue, with soft iridescent highlights that shifted subtly depending on the angle.

You bent down to pick it up, holding it between your fingers for a moment, examining it with a hint of confusion.

“Again...?” you murmured softly as you stood up.

“This is the fifth one this week.”

You turned slowly back toward your bed, but not before placing the feather on your nightstand—right next to the others.

Then you settled back into the warmth of your sheets, and with a soft yawn, let sleep take you once more.

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I accidentally deleted the ask but an anon asked:

What are Aym and Baal doing?

They are still in the gateway. But ever since The Lamb usurped Narinder, the gateway is not what it once was. It makes the souls within it act differently. The longer they're there, the more they get lost, making their minds wander. Aym and Baal are stuck in their own memories.

Reminiscing.

ID text above and below as always. :)

[ID: A sketched comic page with Aym and Baal. Panel 1: A headshot of Aym, his eyes are covered with white glowing veins. A tear goes down his one good eye. His face holds no expression. Panel 2: A headshot of Baal, his eyes are covered with white glowing veins as well. Tears flowing down his cheeks. His face also holds no expression. Panel 3: A far shot of Aym and Baal kneeling down on the ground while holding their weapons. There is a large empty space between them where their master; The One Who Waits, once was. End ID.]

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I love his wings too🙌

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