#gabe replies

[gabetheunknown]

@after-the-end-times

Ah, there it is! I saw a post like this the other day and I could not, for the life of me find it back, so I'm glad I get to share my thoughts about this after all (not that anything would've stopped me) Prepare for the essay, I never keep things short!

The Rockrose and the Thistle, is in my opinion a love song of sorts, but a different kind of love song that Extraordinary Things is, focused on the first part of it. Both songs are very similar in more ways than just recurring notes. Both songs are written in Dminor. (wheras Extraordinary Things has Minor Melodic elements that raises the 6th note to create the G major chord he plays when he sings the lyrics ‘extraordinary things’ and sings an A on top which sounds really pretty and immediately caught my ear) 

The notes everyone is referring to are in the intro of Extraordinary Things, D C D E F E F G A B♭ A G A  (I put it on a scale because I can and I’m a nerd. I also love the harmonies)

And it doesn’t just come back in the Rockrose and the Thistle, there’s two other songs written in Dminor in the Horror and the Wild and that is The Horror and the Wild, where the repetition of these tones are beautifully audible in Madeleine’s ‘You are the son of every dressing up box’ and Farewell Wanderlust, where they immediately accentuate that B♭ (which is the 6th note of the Dminor scale) in instrumentals. In Farewell Wanderlust they also play with more chromatic elements as they add a flat second note and a flat seven. The use of chromatic elements (half note distances) isn’t new for Joey and Madeleine and in my opinion it just adds a lot to the musicality of it all, it’s clever, it immediately catches my ear, it’s subtle things like that that make me keep coming back to their music. Rather than a melodic minor scale, Joey could’ve just added that half note distance to add a major G chord to his scale, because the use of major chords in minor scales is just chef’s kiss in my musical opinion, especially in combination with the words he sings. The notes he uses are not uncharacteristic for Joey’s music.

NOW LISTEN, I LOVE this ask because it means I can break down every aspect of what I love about Joey’s singing and what different things I love about Jaskier’s singing. Because oh my god the TALENT, to still make people go ‘wait I just found out that Joey Batey sings both in the Amazing Devil and as Jaskier in the Witcher’ to this day astonishes me and I’m never surprised when someone stumbles upon that realization. The breathiness he uses on his voice in both the Rockrose and the Thistle (and more TAD songs) and Extraordinary Things blows my mind. But there’s a difference to the way he uses it in both songs, let me try to explain. He sings with an aspirated voice (Which means to sing with a breathy voice) in The Rockrose and the Thistle, but in Extraordinary Things, it feels like sometimes he is just breathless and it’s so beautiful and small and soft and intimate, considering the words he’s singing. We, as singers at the conservatory, were taught to make our breaths as inaudible as possible, to remove as much breath from our voices as possible, when singing on record. So needless to say it is a DELIGHT to hear Joey just put his whole heart and soul into every breath he takes, he’s considerate of every syllable, the volume of his voice, the clearness or lack thereof, the shakiness of his breaths fucking kill me dead… ALSO what astonishes me the most about the difference between his TAD songs and his Jaskier songs is the change in vibrato. Jaskier uses more vibrato in his voice than Joey does in the Amazing Devil and I go INSANE about that because my teachers have always said that vibrato is a hard thing to control and requires a lot of training and he’s just out there, mending it to his will as if it is no big deal, like :-) King? I’m jealous, hello? 

I’ve nothing else to say about this for now (lies) it’s already become a full on essay, so I hope this satisfies your needs for now lmao

[bigfatbreak]

Noooooo, why is Nooroo an Adrianette shipper. Doesn't he know that Luka is bestest boy

coz he ALSO was on the front lines of Gabriel being a dickhead. He sees Adrien as a family member and wants him to get whatever support and connection he has that's outside of the Agreste's megamansion and away from Gabriel

[sinistcrhood]

ㅤㅤㅤ"Yeah…" Gabe agreed, taking time to scratch just beneath his chin whilst he pictured himself clean shaven. It wasn't often he choose to shave his facial hair. He even preferred at least a little stubble. Without it, he felt pretty naked. "Can't say I disagree with you. Looks and feels a little wrong for me sometimes." He commented. Smiling shortly after he felt the soft touch of her against his face.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Heh," Snorting playfully at her, he nodded his head once. "I'd say so. It's like a good accessory for some." Now that he thought about it, whenever his own father tended to shave, Gabriel couldn't help but feel a bit put off until he eventually regrew his facial hair.

"It's not my fault you look so fresh faced under there." Evie replied back as she crossed the room to take closer look at him. There was the ghost of a smile on her lips as she touched his face.

"Oh are we calling it a look now? I didn't realize it was a fashion choice darling."

[lareinawriites]

"if you're looking for an apology, you're probably not going to get one."

[explosivecarbonjelly]

Oh wow your spicy Genreaper art gives me life. We all know Gabe would pin Genji down while working. 😩

Interruption ::.

(Bonus short story under. Keep reading!)

***

The room was dark, with only light being that of a red screen filled with graphs and texts. The constant hum of computers filled in the quiet, occasionally broken by the sounds of tapping. Metal clawed fingers against keys on the control panel.

"I know you're there."

His presence was undeniably hidden. Yet Reaper sensed his soul.

Green light flashed into view in a distinguishable shape. Then, from the pitch-black corner, came forth a figure that belonged to the cyborg ninja, namely Genji Shimada. He always liked to sneak into Reaper's quarters and he always did it so prefectly. Not that he minded his company, the bed was too big for himself anyway.

But tonight, Genji did not find him there. So he looked...

"You're up so late."

No answer.

"Are you still trying to find them?"

He had been told few nights ago who Reaper was pursuing and how he refused to get any semblance of help. Not even from him, who most likely would know, having a history with Overwatch and all. Though, Genji knew it was not the wraith being stubborn or too prideful, not that kind of crap. Reaper just didn't want to involve him.

In the silence Genji could sense Reaper's growing frustration. So badly he wanted to relieve him from it, pull him into bed and melt their problems away.

"Please, Reaper...you need to get some rest..." Genji walked closer behind him, wrapped his arms around that strong waist. He could feel how tense the other was under the all the armor that he wore.

The only response he got was a growl that clearly told him that Reaper wasn't going anywhere. Then again, persistence had proven to be the key to bring him through most troubles.

"You need it..." he said again with a gentler tone. Nudging him with his masked face to make him look away from the planning screen and give the ninja his full attention.

Irritated, Reaper grabbed Genji by his wrist and tugged them free. A motion which forced him to turn around, the wraith's body as his pivot, bringing him in front. Then all too easily he was pinned to the hologram table. The metal spine on his back collided harshly with the display, disturbing the texts and images in it before it restored automatically. And he was unable to move his arms, since Reaper was holding him absolutely firm.

Genji grinned behind his visor, hooking his legs around the bigger man now towering over him.

"You came here just for this?" Reaper said, finally breaking his silence.

"No..well..clearly you know that I came here because your room was empty."

Another growl. Genji loved that sound.

"I need you, Reaper. And you need me. We need eachother."

Always.

[flxshy]

@heaven-saidx x

If he had anything more than lens covers for eyelids they would be closing  tightly with each horrible sound of his damned organ. It was akin to something like a temper tantrum if he had ever seen one besides his relentless scouring of the human internet to find anything on how to continue his maintenance. “You don’t have to Gabe, I give it for free.” His remaining hand lifts as he speaks, creating a finger gun as well as three fingers could.

V2 had wandered deeper into hell for parts, anything to stop the relentless leaking of the vital fluid that kept him working. Meeting the judgement of hell had yet been decided if it were a curse, or his saving. At least he didn’t immediately remove his head from his shoulders, not that it would have been hard. Losing his main arm was quite debilitating.

“Okay, but according to human data logs, you are acting just as one would when refusing to admit that they were swooned by someone under them.” His voice cracked, the speaker that he had replaced now three times growing harder and harder to use the more his systems began to shut down unneeded extensions aside from what he needed to survive.

A crack of his voice barked through his chassis, a form of a laugh. “I fear exorcism for something like this would do you no good, but I wonder…” He moves, they were not friends by any means, but if he were to die it would be cool to go out via an angel rather than some mindless husk. “Why don’t you want to like them?”

[sinistcrhood]

ㅤㅤㅤRunning a hand down his own face out of frustration of being unable to find the words that fit to his liking, Gabriel listened to Kimberly's suggestion. Glancing at her for a moment as he mulled the idea over. She had a point. Sometimes the best way to get one's self out of a writing rut was to just do anything other than try and write. Although he knew she had a point and he'd thought of doing so earlier, he was so stubborn in trying to get some work done that he'd purposely pushed doing so off for as long as possible. Looks like it was time to get out of his own head for a while. Clear his thoughts. Start fresh afterward.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Yeah," Gabe nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a great idea actually. I was just--" He shrugged and laughed it off. "-- being a stubborn ass and trying to push through the wall. Guess it didn't work out like I'd hoped, huh? And to answer your question, either sounds great so long as you tag along. I think it'd be nice for both of us to get away for a bit. Take a break together. What do you say?"

she nodded as he repeated her question . laughing at his outlandish suggestion . " i said impulsive . . . not reckless . " their sense of work-life balance differed . kimberly easily compartmentalized between her work and personal life . with children in the picture , it was quite necessary . it's not to say a nurse's schedule wasn't grueling but it appeared like gabriel was consumed in his writing . while also passion . . . it was more importantly his job . only sinking him further into a rut when things weren't flowing naturally . " i don't know . . . i've heard that sometimes living life can spark some inspiration ? we could take a class or a weekend trip ? " | @sinistcrhood

[normaltothemax]

Shirts That Go Hard "I feel like 2007 Britney..." (Gabe for Max)

She waits a few seconds for him to continue. To finish his thought. When he doesn’t, her brows pull together in confusion. “Am I supposed to know what that means?” Max had bigger issues in 2007 than whatever the hell he’s talking about. Being locked up in a psychiatric facility as a teenager made it somewhat difficult to keep up with…pop culture? Is it a pop culture reference? Sure feels like one. “Brittany who?”

@trickheaven (x)

[toranoya]

Gabriel.

“We’re not getting along like we used to.” This was a horrible fact that Michael was aware of, something that he had started to accept himself. The sibling that he had started to rely on the most after Lucifer left them, the second in command who was supposed to be his balance, the one that he would look to when he didn’t have the answers anymore. He was changing and Michael didn’t know the sibling in front of him anymore. It was terrifying, because the last time that happened—Michael rammed a spear through them and banished them from Heaven.

He can’t do that again. He can’t watch another one of his brothers fall. He can’t watch the world turn upside down once more until all that he’s left holding is the shattered remains of his family hoping, praying, that things stop hurting the way that they are. He can’t handle closing his eyes and seeing another one of his brothers staring up at him like he betrayed them, like he crushed and destroyed them.

It just hurts too much.

His heart won’t be able to take it.

And Gabriel is doing that to him. He’s spending too much time with the humans, he’s changing how he dresses, he’s different than before and it’s terrifying him. He sees the changes, he hears what Gabriel is saying, and all he can do is feel as if he’s repeating history. He wants to accept his brother, all of them not just Gabriel. He wants to embrace who they feel they are, however that might be. He’ll honor whatever they tell him they want to be but he can’t handle this.

The drastic change, the time in the human realm, the defense of those creatures, the lack of help in Heaven, the shift in their dynamic—he can’t look at Gabriel and wonder if he’s going to pull his sword on him one day and start hurting their family again. It will break him, it will be his undoing, it will destroy what is left of Michael.

How much harder does he have to grip onto his family to keep them where they’re meant to be? To keep them in the clouds and at his side? How much more does he have to give until there isn’t anything left? Until he’s all alone up here in the clouds, his heart shattered from the people he’s had to hurt? The bonds he’s had to destroy? The family that has turned their backs on him? The blood that flowed between his fingers like water?

He’ll break.

Michael took a breath and with a trembling effort, he managed to get out the words that had been held back, unwilling to be spoken. “You’re scaring me.” The blatant truth, the terror that gripped his heart. “I can’t lose you too. I can’t do it Gabriel. When he left you were all I had to learn on. I can’t—” it hurts. “I can’t do it all alone.”

Gabriel stood in the middle of his quarters, still in mid-change. His hair was a shock of pink and blue, a bold choice from his weekend that he hadn’t gotten around to changing back before Michael walked in. He had been in the middle of adjusting his blue blazer, a choice to make Michael happy – one that he would change into something more casual once his daily meeting with Michael was done. But today was different it seemed! Michael came to him, catching his younger brother off-guard. He couldn’t remember the last time Michael had visited his room, Gabriel's usual carefree demeanor freezing the moment he caught sight of his brother. Michael, tall and rigid, stood in the doorway, his face a mask of restrained emotion, though Gabriel could sense the storm brewing beneath. "Ah! Good morning, Michael, what a surprise! Sorry for the mess, won’t you come…"

But his brother was already speaking, and Michael’s words struck him like a blow. "You’re scaring me."

For a moment, Gabriel didn’t know what to say. It was rare to hear Michael so vulnerable, so open with the fear he usually buried beneath duty and command. Knowing his brother, he was pretty sure that Michael had fretted and paced all night as he thought it over. Gabriel’s chest tightened as he felt the weight of his brother’s worry, his heart aching for him. He could see the years of pressure etched into Michael’s every movement, the burden of responsibility that never seemed to lighten.

"Michael…" Gabriel started, his voice softer than usual, his playfulness drained away. He could hear the tremble in Michael's voice, and for the first time in a long while, Gabriel felt unsure of how to respond. Michael, the unbreakable, the one who always had it together, was standing there, seemingly holding on by a thread.

Gabriel ran a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling guilty for the way he’d been pushing boundaries, for making changes that had clearly unnerved Michael. "I didn’t know I was… doing that to you," Gabriel admitted, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting Michael’s again. "I didn’t realize how much this was hurting you. We don’t talk much anymore."

The silence hung between them, thick and uncomfortable. Gabriel took a slow breath, his usual bravado gone. "I’m not going anywhere, Michael. I promise you that." He stepped closer, reaching out to place a hand on his brother’s shoulder, hoping the touch could somehow reassure him. "But I need you to understand that I’m still me. Even with the changes, the time I spend with humans… I’m still Gabriel Morningstar, your brother."

He hesitated before continuing, "I’m not going to turn on you. I could never do that. You’ve always been the one I’ve looked up to, even when I’ve… frustrated you. I just—" He struggled to find the right words. "I just want to be me, without scaring you."

Gabriel sighed, his eyes softening. "You won’t lose me, Michael. Not like before. But I need you to trust me. I need you to let me grow, to explore… without thinking it means I’m leaving you behind." He squeezed Michael’s shoulder lightly. "You’ve carried this weight for so long. You don’t have to do it alone anymore. I’m still here, Michael. I’m still with you."

[xsolastine]

@therapardalis

"Oh, trust me, I am staying 500 yards north of whatever the shock that you and my brother have gotten caught up in!" Something to do with divinity, from all accounts. A fact that exponentially increased his wish to vacate the area soon. "But, that does sound like a good plan. Can't do much if he's confined to someplace dark.... right???"

[gabetheunknown]

you have a tag for me ahhhhh

of course, love. you're my favorite tumblr person and my favorite giffer ♥️

[mcrtyrdomsarchived]

( @nightreststarters )

gabe's sitting on the curb outside deadlights -- not because they want to, but because that's where they've been resigned to; their lip's bleeding, and their knuckles ache bad - they can't tell if they like the feeling or not, but it's something. something other than the pit at the bottom of their stomach and its twists and its aches and its ever-looming, growing nausea. gabe feels sick. maybe that's why they'd started the fight inside - why they were now on the timeout curb; should just be lucky their job's not on the line - not like gabe has a boss to fire them, anymore, anyways. somehow, they really don't feel that lucky at all. "what?" it's almost spat out - trembling, adrenaline-shot hand reaching to wipe at the blood collecting against their mouth - flinches at their now-tender piercing; their eyes flickering up towards the approaching shadow, "i don't look that bad, do i? s'just a scratch. barely hurts. you should see the other guy, really."

[themosthatedbeingg]

@heaven-said

{I was listening to the yawning grave and got sad}

{ ignore the cries it’s just a snake in a garden not anyone else }

[posies-and-bundles]

So I spoke to rottedbrainz about this but idk if you ever saw the post but I wanna eventually draw some stuff with Zoot + his cousins and of course some with their Uncle Gabe!

How do you think Gabe would get along with all of his nieces and nephews?? (If you need any more info on the cousins let me know and I can DM you!)

If you guys keep drawing my silly little puppet dilf I will actually combust ‼️‼️

But yes Gabe loves all of his nieces and nephews. He always wanted a lot of kids, but he only ever had Zoot (he's not complaining he'd literally jump in front of a train for his son) so he makes sure to support and connect with all of his niblings. He's the uncle you wanna call if you get arrested. Gabe is a very easygoing and understanding person, and he wants to be someone his family can rely on. Even if he doesn't always have a lot of money or wealth, he has a lot of heart :]

[haxxydraws]

Fashionably late— 3 and 4 for Simon, Gabe, and/or KZM

3. What genre would your OC do badly in but it would be hilarious or interesting to watch?

Simon: White collar or medical drama. He's too much of a hurricane of a character for that sort of thing, and I think the bureaucracy would make him explode. It'd be super interesting to watch him argue with everyone though. Take a shot for every time he gets escorted out by security.

Gabe: This one is tricky because I feel like Gabe is adaptable enough to work out in a lot of different settings. I think that an absolute no-go would be family-friendly media and/or things made for kids because he'd swear way too much and plant a lot of bad ideas in peoples heads.

KZM: Slice of life anime. Please for the love of god, take a moment and imagine this with me.

4. What media does your character enjoy?

Simon: Unironically, I think he'd really enjoy shit like how it's made or forged in fire. Or those woodworking shows where someone just calmly makes a table. Sit him down in front of that for a while and maybe he'll chill out a little bit, it's like a cat sensory video for him. I feel like Simon would also watch competition shows and just yell at the fucking screen the entire time.

Gabe: Reality TV shows, horror, and tabloids. The trashier the better. Also into documentaries about history or niche subjects.

KZM: Recordings of lectures -- Imagine a Youtube video of someone going through a powerpoint with the shittiest audio quality you could imagine. He would be the type to put something like that on in the background while he works on other things. The drier and more academic it is, the more he'll probably like it. If you try to make him listen to a podcast with a sponsor segment, he'll kill you with a brick.

[quick-drawn]

during cassidy's time in blackwatch, he was considered to have a mild case of hearing loss. results of improper use of ear protection ( uh...not wearing any ) throughout his childhood & teen years, specifically around the farm's heavy machinery and firearms. it only got worse over the years, considering his line of work within overwatch — he can think of several incidents that could've singlehandedly worsened his case, but it never caused enough of a problem to warrant intervention. he didn't think so, anyway — his friends and colleagues may say otherwise. by the time of recall, it's become pretty noticeable. you'll get a lot of what's and "ignored" vocal exchanges, but it's just simply because he didn't hear you. you'll have to speak up, or maybe tap on his shoulder before trying to talk to him if you'd rather not have to repeat yourself.