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BLOG MOVE IN PROGRESS.

I've been thinking about it, and after a few weeks of being here on this blog, I am definitely going to be moving Gabriel to a nice new and clean blog. I'm going to give some thought to all his verses as well and move over all of my headcanons and things as well. This blog has a ton of posts and art, and I was going to delete what I didn't want, but that's such a huge chore.

I'll be keeping the url as well cause it's so simple and easy to remember!

If you want to continue writing with me, please bear with me as I get this done. A friend suggested I start up a new blog and I said nah, but I think that'll be the best thing as it's pretty messy over here! Everyone person I'm currently mutuals with, I will be following on the new blog, as well.

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Update: With the verses updated and looking nicer, I will now be turning my attention the rest of my blog, trying to get the tagging system in order and all that. Possibly even removing old posts from when this blog was a mutlimuse.

So, I will be slower in regards to writing, just giving ya'll a heads up.

Once home, I’m going to adjust / maybe even rewrite the verses I have for Gabe because as of right now, I feel like they may be a bit confusing. I am actually a little confused myself.

In fact, this entire blog may need an overhaul. It’s been over a year after all.

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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Gabriel's ears twitched a bit at that, attention briefly caught; he was not used to hearing his name from someone who was not his mother or father--not even that damned scientist. It was different, but didn't invoke any emotions in particular, and as the other came even closer, the Werecat's gaze remained on him.

The sudden quiet of the forest--though a bit unnerving--was welcome for the time being as it allowed Gabriel to fully focus the other spoke up yet again, asking even more questions than before. Now, these were questions that he usually didn't answer for anyone. It was his business and his alone, especially the one touched on his home.

Watching the sovereign--he still didn't know what that actually meant--lean up against the tree, tall enough to easy grab fruit that Gabriel would have to climb to reach, the blonde grit his teeth a little. It was too personal, and yet he had no choice.

The piercing gaze that looked towards him again as that voice once more floated out into the air confirmed that he was being threatened, and even if that didn't, the peeling of the fruit definitely did.

This was a dangerous situation, and if he didn't answer the right way, he was in for some serious harm. Well, might as well start with the first thing he asked.

"I got this wound while hunting," Gabriel spoke up, swallowing lightly. "Fell from pretty high and hit a big rock on the way down. My home is gone--I already said that. I haven't been there for twenty years now, and those who did know me... my family--they're ... they're dead. I've been on my own for the last five--just trying to survive, always moving because there's nothing to return to. I don't know what I can be to you--for you. I don't know what friends are, so I don't have friends, and I don't want to make any enemies, either. There's only one guy I hate, and that's not you, so I don't know how to answer you."

This was uncomfortable--the most uncomfortable thing he'd ever done and for a stranger, no less, but it was the truth, and so Gabriel lowered his gaze, unable to hold his head up after confessing so much that he usually held deep within himself.

“Gabriel~” Alexander repeated, the name slipping from his lips as if savoring an exquisite vintage. The king emerged further from the trees, his towering frame casting an imposing shadow over the werecat. His expression betrayed nothing, a mask of inscrutable calm, yet his very presence seemed to hush the forest. Even the birds held their breath, leaving only the soft murmur of the springs to fill the quiet.

“You’ll have to excuse me,” he began, his voice smooth yet edged with latent menace. “The scent of someone wounded and defenseless often dulls my sense of propriety. I’m intrigued—how did you come by that injury? And what of your home? Tell me, are you fleeing from something? I do hope not. I’m not particularly fond of visitors who bring their troubles to my doorstep.”

With an effortless grace, Alexander leaned against the sturdy trunk of a tree, plucking a piece of fruit from a low-hanging branch. His movements were unhurried, each one deliberate, as though time itself bowed to his whims. For now, his goal was simple: to assess this stranger, to determine if he posed a threat to Xandorian society. Should that prove true, Alexander would act without hesitation. He rarely found other predators appetizing, but their hearts kept his mane admirably soft.

“I need to know,” he continued, his gaze flicking to the werecat, cold and piercing, “Are you friend or foe? Choose wisely.” He turned his attention back to the fruit in his hand, peeling its skin with a single, razor-sharp talon, a faint smile curling at the edges of his lips.

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GUIDELINES | ABOUT | BACKSTORY

STARTER CALL | VERSES | WIP

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Gabe doesn't know the meaning of Saint Patrick's Day, but who in hell would be bold enough to pinch him and think that they would be able to get away with it? And the only green he has ... is his EYES.

"This is supposed to be fun or something?"

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“How’s Muscles sound fer a nickname?” >:3c

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"Only if it's you," Gabe replied because, oh, look at that, his nice black shirt is coming off with no trouble at all to reveal pierced pectorals and about half the muscles Butch seems to like. The jeans were staying on though, for now.

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i’m ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

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continued with @eyesofcuriosity

At this question, Gabriel actually began to look a bit unsure. Though things were better than they used to be, it wasn't as though he'd really gotten used to living among humans. That much was still a work in progress, but it helped that only Nessa could see his non-human features.

"I-- ... any place you wanna go? I don't really about know much here." He just wanted to hang out a bit more--not that he could really say that.

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Now, he has no idea what the hell is going on today, but he sure isn't going to say anything about it--just look on with indifference. Might go ask someone though...

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“Kitty Cat.”

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Though he'd never seen her before, his glare was hot. It wasn't unexpected, but it was annoying. He was a JAGUAR.

"Right back at you, Ears," Gabriel huffed, annoyed. "Buzz off."

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

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continued with @gin-n-chthonic !

"Does the Acid Rain kill people around here or?" Gabriel asked after a moment, not quite sure what to do with the sensation of itching, but it definitely felt strange. It wasn't enough to stop him from asking what could be taken as a dumb question, but he wasn't from around here, either--didn't even remember how he got here.

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GIVE MY MUSE A PETNAME AND SEE HOW THEY REACT!

As an added bonus the petname will be rated on how much my muse likes it!

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

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When it was all said and done, Gabriel was mostly free of the thicket that he had managed to find himself caught up in through no fault of his own, and though he found himself eying that large hand for several moments, the Werecat firmly took hold of it after some hesitation. Again, it wasn't often that he received help from strangers nor was it often than he placed his trust in strangers.

Unfortunately, this situation had called for both, and he could do nothing but accept.

Walking out of the thicket was a bit embarrassing in and of itself, made more so of having to hold Wester's HAND while he did it as the thicket continued to tug at his ankles just like the other had warned him about, but it wasn't enough to stop Gabriel from freeing himself.

Finally!

Looking up at the blonde--Wester was too tall--green eyes settled on his face for a moment, two, not quite sure how to spit it out before he did.

"Thanks ... for that. Is this forest close to a town or ... city?"

The other did a good job at standing still, which allowed Wester to hack away at the thicket with relative ease, and it wasn't long before the other should be able to walk right out. Some of the plants still clung to the stranger, but trying to remove those ran the risk of accidentally nicking a wrist or an ankle with the blade, something Wester preferred to avoid.

"Okay, I think that should do it." Wester took a step back, tucked the pocket knife back into his jacket and then held out a hand to help the other step out of his botanical prison.

"You might still feel a slight tug, especially around your ankles, but just keep walking, it's not strong enough to restrain you."

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Good morning!

I’m still working on that female muse blog (bolshiebunny if you’re interested though she’s dash only!) , and gosh, I haven’t written a female muse in a while, so this has been interesting thus far. I

’m digging into replies here and on Lupe’s blog as well, so if we’re writing, you may have a new reply from me.

I’ll be heading out soon to get some lunch, and then I’ll be back in later.

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Gabriel has never been so relieved to hear Rachael's voice--to hear her actually respond to him--and have it not just be a memory of her voice in his own head.

He pushed his body forward, wanting to make it to her and caught her eye when she noticed him, finally. He was here then--he was really back, wasn't he? The initial rush of adrenaline--of what he needed to get to this point was fading, fast, now that he knew he was here with Rachael again--and the wounds he was still sporting weren't helping him any, either. For his supernatural body, they weren't healing right. ... Bastard must of done something to him.

Why couldn't people just leave his body alone?

It wasn't easy to hear how upset she sounded and it made his heart shrivel some in his chest--he was at fault for that, for not even being able to say goodbye, call out to her, anything.

He didn't remember if he'd ever spoken to her about this, before.

"The man who hurt me, as a kid, he had someone come kidnap me," Gabriel explained, grimacing a bit as he stopped for a moment, leaning against the nearest tree. "Tried to kill me--for whatever reason. I--I didn't mean to be away for so long."

That's directed at her, alright. No doubt about it. She starts surveying.

"Where yew at!?" She calls back, looking around herself.

And then there he was. He's there right between the trees, like he never vanished from her existence at all. Gabe wasn't who she was expecting to see today of all days. It's a shock but a relief he's not dead or something.

She stares for a bit, double checking she's not seeing things.

"Where th' fuck have yew been!?" Oh she sounds a little upset...

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Another cage--another prison, more like--confining him back into that dark headspace that he'd told himself he'd never be in again, but as he sat there, the Werecat couldn't help but realize that with this capture, it solidified the fact that he still wasn't able to protect himself.

He was stronger now--no longer a child--and yet ... it had ended up like this. Again.

In such a confining cage, there wasn't room to stand. He could kneel, sure or even sit, but standing wasn't an option at all. Being let out meant crawling out--like a fucking animal--and the thought of that managed to piss him off even more.

When he heard the sound of footsteps combined with the unmistakable scent of blood on slightly sweaty skin, Gabriel was absolutely furious as he turned to face the other man from where he sat with his teeth bared, tail curled around his waist.

"Did that scientist hire you to find me?"

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"Heey there, buddy."

Jacks had just approached the cage the other was held in. Casually strolling up to him, a copper scent clinging to the punk.

"You are really hard to find, you know this?"

He crouched down in front of the cage, a smirk stretching the corners of his lips.

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New Followers and Old alike, the Verses’ Page has received an update. Feel free to view the changes here, but here is also a [ LINK. ] It should look neater now!

Explanation:

Some verses have been removed entirely, and the verses explicitly tied to Gabriel are still as followed:

Main Verse / Current - He’s been on the streets for 5 years.

Post Verse - He is now a fully fledged Cat Diety. Things are better!

Pre-Verse - He’s just gotten out and he’s HUNGRY.

Post Verse, Alternate - He’s saving the world at the request of the Doc who messed him up with Death themselves along for the ride.

Fandom Verses

MHA / BNHA

PKMN

General Verses

Demon / Supernatural - demon mutt (incubus-lite x chimera mix) just trying to live, but he must have AFFECTION!

Familiar / Magic / Fantasy - “runaway” cat familiar.

Modern / Slice of Life - nightly bartender at Claws, affectionately nicknamed ‘Bar Cat’ by his Owner which was adopted by his coworkers. No tail here!!