#gabe just calls it bird

[muzzleroars]

Do Gabe and v1 ever adopt a pet or anything? Like one day V1 brings back the cancerous rodent and just starts taking care of it? Or like a drone they found that's little gun was broken so it couldn't shoot so now it just floats around the house?

oh!!! pets!!! i talked a little about v1 adopting "succulents" in the form of weird little hell masses which are....kind of....alive? it both waters them and sprinkles them with blood because it has no clue what demons eat or if they need to eat, but they seem to do ok lol but now i'm in love with a little broken drone buzzing around their apartment...drones have much more limited ai but the terminals do say they're curious...and can you IMAGINE....gabe and v1 sitting on the couch together....a little drone resting on gabe's lap.....GUAHHH

[dancingtotuyo]

Before | 4. the wild has come for you

A Woman Story

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Character death, gun/gunshot, descriptions of blood and gore

Note: no beta we die like Gabe in this chapter

Words: 1176

Series Masterlist | Woman Masterlist | Author Masterlist

Maria pants, hands on her knees watching as life twitches from the infected, blood pouring out on the white snow until he finally stops. She inhales deeply, regaining her composure. He came out of nowhere. Maybe he’s a straggler. She can only hope, but there are likely others around. 

Maria turns back around. “Gabe? Come on, we need to get moving.”

Gabe sits in the snow, back pressed to a tree. His gloves lay in the snow next to him. His eyes squeeze shut. 

“What are you doing? We need to get out of here.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Maria.”

“What the fuck do you mean-“ She stops. 

His eyes open, usually light and teasing now swirling with a serious darkness, rattling Maria to her bones. She’s never seen that from him. He’s always happy, smiling, finding the light in the world, but not this time.

“Where?”

“Maria.”

“Where, Gabriel?”

He holds up his palm. “Got me right where the glove was worn through.” 

“Fuck.” She huffs spinning around. She can’t look at him, can’t focus, can’t be expected to do this. She takes a few steps away. 

“Maria.” 

She doesn’t respond. 

“Maria, where are you going? Get the fuck back here and finish it.”

“Will you shut the fuck up! I can’t think with you yelling like that.”

“There’s nothing to fucking think about!” 

He sounds angry. It sounds so wrong coming from him. Gabe doesn’t get angry. He’s the optimist in a hopeless world, but there’s no hope in this. There is no alternative outcome.

“I can’t shoot you, Gabe!” Maria yells back. Pressure builds behind her eyes. “I can’t do it.” her voice cracks. 

“You have to.” 

She knows he’s right. She thinks of you and the child growing in your womb, the happiness Gabe brings you. 

“Maria, you can’t think about her.”

“She’s my best friend!”

“She’s my wife! It’s my kid!” Tears leak out of his eyes, but he quickly wipes them away. “We don’t have a choice.” 

“I can’t make her a widow!”

“She already is one!”

It pulls the oxygen out of her lungs like she’s been kicked in the ribs. They stare at each other in silence. The wind stops whistling. The birds stop chirping. Nature has never been so quiet. 

Gabe checks his pistol, throwing it in the snow several feet away. He does the same with his hunting knife. “You’ll want these… and this.” He covers the bite with the sleeve of his shirt and peels off his coat so as not to get blood on it. 

Gabe pulls two photographs from his flannel pocket. A creased photo from before a family photo taken weeks before outbreak day. His thumb runs over it. He’ll see them soon. He believes that. Even now, he hears them calling his name. It threatens to pull him away, but his love for you wins the battle in this losing game. His other photo is a Polaroid from your wedding day. He memorizes your smile, and thinks about his last moments with you. He felt the baby kick this morning. His lips tick upward, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. That’s all he’ll ever get of the life you two built together. A light to leave behind, one he hopes shines bright enough to draw you out of darkness. 

“I’m sorry, Doleful.” He whispers, kissing your photo. 

Maria can barely bring herself to gather Gabe’s belongings. Her hands shake. She bares the weight of so much, but this might just be the heaviest. 

“Take care of her.” Gabe says. “She won’t let anyone else, you know. She has to take care of herself, especially right now. Don't let her be alone.”

Maria wipes her tears away. Her pistol is hot against her thigh. She manages a nod. 

“Promise me you’ll take care of her.”

She nods again. 

“I need to hear you say it, Maria.” Gabe doesn’t stop the tears as they slide down his cheeks. 

“Gabe,” she chokes out. 

“Please.”

She takes a steadying breath. He’s never seen Maria shaken like this. Maria can’t remember the last time she let her feelings come across her this physically. “I’ll make sure they both get through this. They won’t be alone. I promise.”

“Make sure she smiles and laughs. Don’t let her go back to what she used to be. She’s got such a beautiful smile…” Gabe smiles letting the memories flash behind his eyes. 

Maria nods, making sure the horses are secured. They’re trained not to run off at the sound of gunshots, but she can’t risk it. The end is so close. 

“Tell Tommy to keep teasing her. She acts like she hates it, but really she loves it. Reminds her of life before.”

Maria manages a smile, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. “Okay.”

“Tell her she’s gonna do great at this mom thing, 'cause she is.” Gabe takes a breath. He wants it to steady him, but it fails. He’s leaving behind so much. “Tell her I’m sorry. Tell her I love her. I love her so much. She made my life so much better. Most importantly, tell her to live a life so full- it’s bursting at the seams.” 

“I will.” She swallows. The tears cascade down her cheeks as she pulls her pistol from the holster. It clicks. 

“We had a good run.” He looks up at her over the barrel. She falters. “It’s okay, Maria.” He nods until she nods along. He looks back down at the pictures in his hands. “I’m gonna be okay.”

It hangs in the air. He’s done talking. He’s said his final words. It’s up to her to make it quick. 

Maria closes her eyes. It has to be done. It’s her responsibility to Jackson, to keep people safe. Gabe wants you to be safe. Deep breaths in and out. Her eyes open. The bullet lands right between Gabe’s eyes. 

The shot rings in her ears the entire way back to Jackson. It’s a miracle no other infected come across her path. She’s a sitting duck, completely out of it. 

Tommy is waiting at the gate when she gets back. Everyone knows when they see the empty saddle. It’s dead silent as she enters back into the safety of Jackson’s tall walls. She hands the reins to Tommy. She sees is in his eyes too, the loss of a best friend, a brother. 

“Clinic or Home?”

He swallows. “Home.”

Maria nods moving in the direction of your home. People wave and say hello. She doesn’t respond or even process it. All she hears is the gunshot. Her vision is red with his blood on the snow, hazy with the smoke of his burning body. He couldn’t even have a proper burial. 

She lets herself into your house. She watches as your face falls, your legs crumple. Maria catches you holding you as you sob. She feels you slipping away and already, she’s broken her promise to Gabe. Maria’s not sure she’ll ever be able to bring you back.  

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

The Pigeon Feather Thing

Every time I see someone mention Adrien's allergy and call it a brilliant bit of foreshadowing for the senti twist I have to physically restrain myself from going into a lecture on how good foreshadowing works because I don't think the feather thing was foreshadowing at all. If it was, then it's terribly done and the writers need to relearn the basics of story telling. But I don't think that's the case. They used foreshadowing perfectly fine with the wedding rings once they either committed to or came up with the senti plot at the end of season four. When we consider that vs the feather thing, it becomes obvious that the feather thing was never meant to be anything more than a joke.

For starters, an allergy to pigeons is not good foreshadowing of association with a peacock!

Yes, as best I can tell, it's specifically a pigeon allergy. It wasn't initially called that, but it IS mentioned multiple times in Mr. Pigeon 72 where Adrien was fine with filming around birds until the species was mentioned:

Mr. Ramier: You can count on Edgar! No animal's more obedient than this sweet little pigeon. Bob Roth: Dove! They're doves! Adrien: Hang on, I'm allergic to pigeons. If they get too close- Bob Roth: Nothing is gonna happen because they're doves! Bob Roth: Your pigeon isn't up for the job! He's not supposed to come back with the rose! Mr. Ramier: The sneeze frightened him. Adrien: I told you, I'm allergic to pigeons! Plagg: Happy to see you again, Adrien. So still allergic to pigeons?

If anything, this reads like them hammering home that this isn't a general feather allergy when it previously might have been. Almost as if they were telling sentitruthers "hey, pigeons, not peacocks, let the theory go!"

I don't think that was the goal here, btw, it's just interesting that this episode is right at the start of season four and does everything that it can to separate the allergy from the senti stuff instead of leaning into it to better setup the reveal later in the season. That's normally how this type of foreshadowing works! You have the initial hint (Mr. Pigeon), the reminder (Mr. Pigeon 72), and the payoff (the reveal). But the allergy plays no part in the reveal and Mr. Pigeon 72 separated the allergy from peacocks, so in what way is it actually foreshadowing?

This is extra true because other sentimonsters were never shown to have the same allergy and good foreshadowing would have absolutely done that! Mr. Pigeon should have had a sentimonster who couldn't go near his pigeons or Sentibug should have sneezed around them or Kagami and Felix could have mentioned having the same allergies. Anything to imply that it was a standard issue for sentimonsters! They had four seasons (and most of season five) to give us those moments and they never did.

As-is, the feather thing is more of a point against the sentiplot being planned because why would anyone make their designer child allergic to pigeons? Sentikids are supposed to be "perfect" after all and we've been given nothing to indicate that the one exception to this rule is a pigeon feather allergy. Did Gabe and Emilie just have a really messed up sense of humor or a weird desire to make sure that Adrien stayed away from pigeons? What's the logic here?

Imo, the feather thing is what I like to call "forced foreshadowing." It's when the audience is so desperate to justify bad writing that they try to force connections that aren't actually there instead of accepting that the thing was a retcon or just poorly set up. At first glance, the feather thing sounds like a really cool way to foreshadow the twist and - to be fair - it would have been if it did. But since there's nothing in the text that actually treats it as foreshadowing it's stupid to call it that. The fact that it associates Adrien with a bird means nothing unless you think that Marinette's constant association with flowers would justify a twist that she's secretly a tree.

[justfranzz]

Gorgug Thistlespring was mad.

Well… mad was an understatement. He was furious, liquid fire shooting through his veins and filling him up, up, up, until he was sure he would spill over and slash and tear and claw the world apart.

But he couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

So he clenched his fists, and bit his tongue, and sang himself a little song. Because Gorgug Thistlespring was supposed to be kind, and gentle, and patient. His parents had told him that all his life, so he tried his best, he really did. But sometimes it was just… too much.

It scared him, sometimes, how angry he got.

When he was ten, before he had learned to turn the fire inside of him to steel, he beat a girl so badly she was hospitalized for a week. She had called him a mistake, a freak, had said his real parents didn’t love him, that they had abandoned him because he wasn't worth loving. It was stupid, but he was ten, and he didn’t know. He didn’t know.

His vision was red, and everything was on fire, and he was too hot, and the next thing he knew he was on the ground and she was under him, ribs fractured, arm broken in two places, blood gushing from her nose.

She looked terrified.

It scared Gorgug, how easy it had been, bones crunching under his touch and blood wetting his fists. He had barely even needed to try. He locked himself away in his room for a week afterwards, handcuffed his wrists together, threw up every time he remembered her bloody, terrified face.

His parents sang to him through the door, built silly little contraptions, tried to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault. He knew, though, of course he knew. The walls in his home were paper thin. He heard Wilma crying in their bedroom every night; Digby’s sad, quiet attempts at comfort.

When Gorgug finally came out of his self-imposed prison, he felt as though some part of himself were permanently altered. He knew, now, that he was a monster. That he was dangerous.

He asked his parents to teach him how to channel his anger. It helped. Not enough, but it helped. So he sang his little songs, and ran laps around the city until he couldn’t feel his legs, and pounded hot metal into the shape of birds and rabbits and flowers and pretended it was a body he was hitting instead.

Still, he was angry.

He could feel it, always lurking just under the surface, simmering. A part of him wanted to do it again, to feel the adrenaline and the heat and the power. That part terrified him.

It got worse with puberty. His shoulders broadened, his teeth grew longer and sharper, he had shot up to six foot four by the time he was thirteen. Now everyone else could tell, just by looking at him, what he already knew. He was dangerous. He was frightening. He could hurt people.

(He was afraid that they could see the part of him that wanted to.)

Gorgug slouched, and talked as softly as he could, and made flowers, and hoped that maybe if he sang enough songs, the fire would go away. It never did.

His first party formed in middle school. They were his first real friends - a pretty water genasi druid named Chrystal, a human bard named Gabe, and a goblin cleric named Fingus. They only went on one mission. The first time they saw Gorgug go into a rage - mouth open in a snarl, that familiar fire lighting up his veins, greataxe raised and ready - they ran. The thug they had been chasing ran, too, a full adult elf scared of a twelve year old boy.

He was just too dangerous, too scary, too monstrous to be around. Gorgug knew this, so he hid. He took the angry, violent part of himself and locked it up in a heavy metal safe and shoved it into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind where no one could find it. He sat in the farthest corner of the room in class, he didn't touch his ax unless he had to, he wore the baggiest clothes he could find to cover up his bulky form. Gorgug hid, and he pretended he wasn't everything that made up him.

When he met the Bad Kids, things changed.

The Bad Kids were different. They didn’t flinch when he went into a rage, they didn’t care how easy it was for him to slice a person in half; they thought his strength was impressive, not threatening. They touched him like they weren’t afraid, holding his hand and throwing themselves around his shoulders and wrapping their arms around his massive torso, like they didn’t know he could crush them with his bare hands. Like they wouldn't care even if he did.

More than that, the Bad Kids were angry, and they weren’t afraid of it.

Fig was rage incarnate; she was openly, loudly, defiantly furious, and it wasn’t scary at all, not to Gorgug. It was beautiful. She wore her anger like a shield, so different from the way he hid it away. She punched people she didn’t like, and hit people in the head with her bass guitar, and yelled and cursed and smoked. She was angry, and she wanted everyone to know it, and more than that she wanted everyone to feel it.

Fabian was pissed off more often than not. Eventually, Gorgug learned that the boy was angry at himself, the heavy pressure of his father's expectations weighing down on him. He wanted to instill fear, to leave his enemies cowering at his feet. Fabian reveled in fear; used it to his advantage.

Kristen was frustrated at her ex-god, her parents, the role models she had depended on all of her life. She felt betrayed, and broken, and lost, and she showed it like it didn't matter, like she didn't care if everyone saw. Like she wanted to send a message, to tell a story to everyone who would listen. Like she was proud of it.

Adaine's anger was quiet, most of the time, like a refrigerator humming in the background; always there, but so subtle you tuned it out after a while. But when she was faced with the cruelty of her sister or her parents, she became an explosion, loud and bitter and fiery. Adaine had to work for her anger, refusing to rationalize and excuse away the things that had been done to her. She viewed her anger as an achievement, a marker of how far she had come.

Riz's fury was often backed by fear, but it was no less powerful for it. Riz wanted nothing more than to solve mysteries and protect his friends, and anyone who got in the way of either of those things risked meeting with the business end of a loaded pistol. His anger was the fire in the chamber of a gun, giving power to his desires. It was a way of showing his love, of how much his party meant to him.

The Bad Kids were angry, but they were kind. They were angry, but still they extended compassion wherever they could, and Gorgug learned for the first time that being angry didn't mean he couldn't be gentle. The Bad Kids were furious, and they were considerate, and they were passionate, and they cared, and none of those things canceled out the others.

Gorgug learned that it was okay to use his anger as a weapon, to slash and hit and break, but he also learned that he could be gentle in a way that didn't feel insincere. He learned to rest his head on Fig's shoulder, just enough pressure to show affection but not enough to hurt her. He learned to hold Fabian's hand in his without worrying he'd crush it, and that it was okay to squeeze a little. He learned to carry Riz on his shoulders, and spin around as fast as he could, goblin arms tight around his thick neck for balance. He learned how to make tea from Adaine, large hands delicately holding a porcelain cup with practiced care. He learned to wrap his long arms around Kristen when she hugged him, and that being surrounded by him wasn't scary for her, but comforting.

The Bad Kids healed something in him he didn't know was there anymore, and as Gorgug slowly unlocked the box he had shoved in the corner of his mind, he found that perhaps his rage had not been as monstrous as it had at first appeared.

Maybe he was just a high school boy, and sometimes high school boys were angry, and that was okay. Maybe anger was a tool, and it was okay to use it as long as he was gentle, too.

Gorgug was angry, and with time, he learned to be proud of it.

[kaguyass-houraisan]

PART 2 OF THIS POST: (still open to ideas and suggestions !!) https://www.tumblr.com/kaguyass-houraisan/748807356547268608/tom?source=share

Aiden:

Kristal literally called him boring and Aiden is literally Normal like he's surrounded by crazy ass mfs so naturally I gave him a normal type. He deserves and gets one Pokémon that he showers w affection and that's a Pidove. Like his shirt reminds me of a bird so... also it's half flying type and let's not forget the end of season 2 now 😹😹 and I wanted him to give protag vibes and like he's just fooling around Unova all the time... i was told in a greeting he said he got James into Pokémon BW and idk if this is true but Aiden is a unovan... i believe it so hard... he's here to vibe not a single thought in those glass eyes... he's a grown man ready to explore !!

James:

THE ELEGANT ELECTRONIC ELECTRIC TYPE GYM LEADER !! Definitely gave Elesa Raihan and Iono a run for their money, he's a star BITCH. He's vlogging and doing tiktoks during battle and posing for every picture ever. He's electrifying and dazzling and I imagine his partner is an oricorio or like. Something similar. I was fond of him having a chatot but idk... I like to think he's from Alola originally bc Paldea doesn't count for Brazil seeing as Pokémon like quaxly are foreign to there... so I think originally from Alola works ! He might also have steel types or mixes between the types... idk really I'm still working... but as you can see he was inspired by oricorio in his design and the hourglass motif in his og design... I wanted him in heels..

I llike the idea of him being the Nimbasa gym leader, but that's if I don't create a fan region like the Tipiskaw Region... in that case he's the 8th gym leader or 7th, bc I believe Miriam would have been the fairy type gym leader prior to Jake so we will see. I also hc Riya as a gym leader too but we will see what I shit out...

[livelaughlovecassie]

Sick Day

Book: Immortal Desires

Pairing: Gabe Adalhard/Delilah Reese/Cas Harlow

Ratings/Warnings: General

Summary: Delilah learns that even vampires can apparently get sick

“I’m dying”

Gabe’s head immediately turns towards her, a hand going up to her forehead before she can get another word out. She leans into the touch, a smile forming at the brief contact they manage to make. Even silver and wide with concern, Delilah will never stop finding something to love in the depths of Gabriela’s eyes. “You feel alright to me. But let me find you something to warm you up”

“… you’re already dead,” Cas points out. She’s seated on the edge of the couch, perched like a bird halfway prepared for flight. She’d fled as soon as the first few sniffles had escaped her, which Delilah reminds herself to file under whatever mental folder she’s keeping blackmail material in.

“Well” she sniffs, attempting as much dignity as she can beneath the blankets Gabe’s piled on. “I’m dying again.” And she is! Regardless of Gabe’s gentle laugh as she turns away (she forgets, occasionally, that the superhearing is within her wheelhouse now, today she’ll let her have it) and Cas’s skeptical frown, she knows herself and she knows that she does not like this. As such, surely she’s dying.

“And why do you think that love?” Gabe calls from the kitchen, the kindly chime of a kettle accompanying the question. A mug of chamomile awaits her she knows, and the thought is exciting enough to bypass the face she knows Cas will pull when she inevitably dumps in the milk and sugar.

“I haven’t had a sore throat and fever since I turned” she reminds her. Somehow, they feel even worse than she can remember, even without too recent a memory to lean on. “And the sniffles”

“Oh yeah. It’s serious then” Cas announces.

She can practically feel Gabriela’s heavy sigh, but her curiosity is piqued all the same. “... what do you think it could be?”

A form of plague? An exceedingly rare disease able to penetrate even a vampire’s immune system?

“… a cold.”

She allows Cas ten seconds to duck before she tosses the pillow she’d been snuggling, bundling all the further into her blanket burrito. “There is no way vampires can still get colds”

“Oh we can” Gabe assures her, setting the mug down gently onto the embroidered coaster. Delilah reaches for the spoon, maintaining direct eye contact with Cas as she adds the fifth scoop of sugar. “It’s just rarer is all. The good news is that we recover from them quicker- through the same methods”

“Cuddles, then?” she questions through a yawn, opening up the blanket. Gabe immediately slides in, Cas taking the other. She tucks her feet up, looking between the two in utter contentment.

“What’s that look for babe?” Judging by her smirk, Cas knows exactly why she’s smiling, and that it has to do with the fact that her and Gabe are shoulder to shoulder, Gabe’s head resting on Cas’s shoulder and Cas’s arm around her.

She’s suddenly far too exhausted to respond, head on Gabe’s chest and legs stretched across Cas’s lap. Even if the lull of sleep won’t claim her anymore, the contentment of the moment feels more than healing.

[beautiful-basque-country]

Herri Urrats - or popular march - is an annual celebration done in Iparralde by the association of ikastolak or Basque schools. It includes concerts, activities, and a march to collect money for the schools and promotion of our language in the French state where it recieves no money neither protection.

Basque group Neomak has been chosen to create the song for this year's Herri Urrats edition. It's called "Hor gaude" [We are there] and its music video speak volumes: no Basque-speaker in the northern regions are alone, even if it might seem so. There's a lot of popular and institutional support in the soutehrn side of the Pyrenees.

Here are the lyrics:

Putzu batean islatutako lainoak bezala Like clouds reflected on a well

lokatz artean ta halere hegan, hor gaude. amidst the mud but, however, flying, we are there.

Argi ikusten duzun bezala zure betazalak ireki gabe. Just like you can see clearly without opening your eyelids.

Errepika:

Hitzen uholde etengabe bat, bere urak hazi ta hazi. An infinite flood of words whose waters grow and grow

Haize ufada, ezin duzuna besoekin geldiarazi. A gust of wind that you can't stop with your arms.

Nork mugatzen du lurra? Nork ukatzen du lurra? Who puts limits to earth? Who denies earth?

Geu baldin bagara geure lurra. We ourselves may be our own earth.

Zubiak sortzen, jaikitzen ta erortzen ikasi dugu urratsak elkar lotzen. Creating bridges, getting up and falling, that's how we learned to unite our steps together.

Ortzadarra darizu esku-ahurretik A rainbow is coming from your palm

Zerbait esan nahi dizu desagertu aurretik. It wants to tell you something before it disappears.

Paper batean marraztutako txoriak bezala, Like birds drawn on a paper,

gela barnean ta halere hegan, hor gaude. inside a classroom but, however, flying, there we are.

Jaioberrien lehen irria oraindik mundua ikusi gabe. The first laughter of a newborn without having seen the world yet.

Errepika

[moosemonstrous]

WIP Whenever/Last Line

Tagged by @swaps55, thank you! For once, I have something to share 😂 The Midnight Suns monstrosity that took over my brain.

Tagging @ulfrsmal and anyone else who wants to give me something to read, please, I'm starving.

“Funny,” Carol pours herself a cup of coffee, sniffs the contents, makes a face, and drinks it anyway. “I didn’t peg you for an early bird.”

Robbie shrugs. He’s spent most of his life waking up at the crack of dawn to get Gabe to school and himself to wherever he needed to be that day, and it's turned out to be a hard habit to break. Capitan Marvel doesn't need to know any of that, though.

He’s not used to having company before nine. Before the Avengers descended on the Abbey, he’d occasionally pass Caretaker on the way to the kitchen, but Blade kept strictly to second shift and the witches seemed allergic to schedules in general. The one time Nico arrived in time for something that could still be generously called breakfast, it was only because she’d stayed up all night researching a new spell.

“Someone’s gotta make the food,” he says. On day one, he’d made three extra portions of waffles, correctly assuming that Stark isn’t a breakfast person. He failed to account for the appetites of a half-alien super-soldier and a half-demon super-soldier. You live, you learn, you start tripling the batches . Caretaker had to magic the table up to seat more than three people at a time. “God knows you lot eat like you want to cause an egg shortage .”

“Wait till Steve gets here,” Carol snorts. “Were you a cook as a civilian?”

Robbie snorts, too, and doesn’t answer the question. He can feel her stare boring a hole in his back.

“I guess I thought you’d be magicking all your meals,” she says eventually.

“I don’t really do magic,” he admits. He plates up the first batch of pancakes and hands her the whole thing; she gives him an unimpressed look but doesn’t protest the amount.

Pancakes are good. Waffles, too. They’re simple, go with whatever you put on them and can be eaten four hours later when Blade eventually graces them with his presence. Robbie supposes any of the witches could indeed just magic them up every meal of the day, but after the is-it-vegan argument Nico and Illyana had last year, he occasionally needs to see where his food comes from to preserve what’s left of his sanity.

If Carol has a comeback, it dissolves into a yell as Strange puffs into existence in a seat next to her. This, also, is why Robbie needs to preserve what’s left of his sanity. “You don’t give yourself enough credit,” the Doctor says, using the distraction of having given his colleague a minor heart attack to steal one of her pancakes. “You picked up the basics just fine, if only--”

“Good morning, Doctor,” Robbie interrupts him. Strange thinks of magic like a complicated tool that can be learned by anyone with enough time and practice. Robbie thinks he’s already in enough trouble without knowing how to bend reality. It's a conversation they’ve had several times, since before Agatha’s death, and Strange’s inability to let things go is one of the reasons Illyana will one day put him on a Limbo time-out . “I’m happy to keep my skillset to what it is.”

Carol raises her eyebrow at him. “And what is it, exactly?”

“Battery and arson .”

[crimson-chaser]

SOZED pets yipp yip orrhayyy

Dave would probably not have a pet, but if he did it would definietly be a cat. A tortie cat, he likes the way they look and he honestly just thinks they are beautiful. I think Dave wouldve really wanted a Mainecoon cat, but after learning how much hair they would loose during shedding, he gave up and went with a tortie instead. His name is Gabe.

Shawn would definietly have some sort of hunting dog, to "help him during the apocolypse". A rottweiler or a german shepherd, or maybe both. Rottweiler is called Sasha, German Shepherd is called Jazzy.

Jasmine already has Rotten Banana her lizard, brown with yellow spots on its back and head.

Ella has many pets that arent really hers, all her "pets" are the birds, squirrels and deers that visit her when she sings, lays out food or just when they feel like it. There are too many for me to name, but Ella somehow knows who is who.

Sky has a Cockatiel, its tiny and appesrs out of nowhere just to spook you. Her name is Blush.

- SOZED anon

I feel like Shawn would say he wanted a dog because it could protect him an help him hunt during the apocalypse but in reality he just gets really lonely a lot of the time so he wanted a dog to not feel alone as much >:3

[herb10]

let's switch to something more lighthearted:

do you guys think justin is a morning person? i'm always curious about how people are like in the mornings because i absolutely hate mornings and i'm at my worst when i first wake up so i wonder how justin's like when he wakes up

do you think he really is a cinephile or is it just a thing the media attached to him because he gives us so little to work with lmao i know he likes christopher nolan movies but those are the only ones he mentions like justin honey what other movies are you into?

it feels like he rarely has time off so i wonder what he actually does when he has all that time to himself and he's already done with training. does he stay at home and play video games or does he call up friends for a night out? justin herbert, you are such a mystery to me 🥹

Good idea! These are some great questions as well!

I would've assumed he was a morning bird but apparently he's not! In a 2020 interview he did with GQ, he said he was normally a night person and that waking up early isn't easy for him.

I think he does like movies and some of his favourites are Christopher Nolan films, but I don't know if he's as big a movie/Nolan fan as people think. Dude couldn't even remember quotes from his supposed favourite film in that skit with Gabe and Chase 😂 I do think there's an element of having a go-to answer for certain questions bc it makes privacy easier.

I also think he's maybe a bit of a gamer or at least was one once. He did name Nova after the NV4 from CoD after all 😂 I think he probably plays some first person shooter games like CoD, Escape from Tarkov perhaps, etc.

What does everyone else think?

[gnar-slabdash]

Leverage Mark Showdown -- First Heat Contestants

Where the nominator left comments (or fun extra descriptors), I’m including their comments, cause those are way better than what I’d come up with. Where they didn’t leave comments, you’ll have to settle for mine :P

Mark Doyle The Bottle Job I genuinely liked him as a character, he was sleazy but so fun. The accent was fun, he was an easy mark, and he screamed like a girl. One of my fave episodes cause of him.

David Lampard aka “Truffle Jackass” The French Connection Job who the hell meets “gnar slabdash the n is mostly silent” and just TAKES THAT at face value

“His Honor Mayor Brad Culpepper III” The Three Strikes Job and to a lesser extent The Maltese Falcon Job TONAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Ian Blackpoole The First and Second David Jobs The man has balls, okay? I’ve said it before -- a disgruntled, disheveled ex-employee pulls a gun on him, and his response is to calmly ask if he’s going to kill him, then invite him to his party, offer him shrimp, and call his ex wife over to see him. Ice cold.

Mark Vector The Morning After Job he's a bitch and a sleaze and it was so satisfying seeing him go down

Greg Sherman aka “The Blowfish” The Boiler Room Job my ultimate love-to-hate. I always spend the episode going WHY DO I HATE THIS GUY SO MUCH before remembering oh yeah it’s cause he’s the bad guy, I’m supposed to hate him. BUT I HATE HIM SO MUCH!

Victor Dubenich The Nigerian Job, The Radio Job, The Last Dam Job man you guys had a lot to say about this one! here goes: - he's awful but he's also how they came together - i like the actor that plays him - THE OG. mr inciting incident. my most underrated man saul rubinek. the absolute balls on this guy. might even still be out there you never know - Not only the first and the one who accidentally helped bind together a world-class team and eventually sent them after himself - twice;  but also the first echo/cast-caĺlback to the Nero Wolfe series. - He consistently thinks he's better than the crew, but Nate keeps outsmarting him anyway. Plus, the fact that he and Latimer forced Nate into calling back some old favorites, there's a number of reasons to love The Last Dam Job. I will never get over the hacking with a clam thing - Because he came back with a revenge plan and because he started this whole thing when he screwed the team over - this guy kinda kickstarted the whole thing by being greedy and selfish enough to try and double-cross not just a group of thieves, but a man who was ROYALLY screwed by the system literal months prior by using his dead kid against him. He's arrogant, but just smart enough to be a threat as of The Last Dam Job, and even then his insistence that he "knows" the team better than Nate after all these years is one of the things that leads to his downfall. Seriously, fuck that guy.

Judge Roy The Bank Shot Job He commits to the bit, okay? I WILL turn this entire episode into a western and I WILL be the black-had domineering bad guy and I WILL refuse to have any semblence of self-awareness about it at any time!

Gabe Erickson The Real Fake Car Job Matthew Lillard is great, and I absolutely loved "Nobody's plotting to kill you, you idiot!"

Starke’s Crew ( Marcus Starke, Chaos, Mikel Dayan, Apollo)  The Two Live Crew Job They were so fun and I absolutely adored their interactions with our leverage crew.  Scott Roemer The (Very) Big Bird Job The Carey Elwes? The Howard Hughes cosplay? The fact that he thinks he stole and destroyed the entire Spruce Goose?

Jack Hurley The 12-Step Job - It was nice to see a mark that’s not a POS and have the team ‘help’ once they realised that - He was a genuinely great guy who's just a fuck up. I get it.  - He is just too excitable and honest and keeps getting into shit way over his head but is too sweet to really hate - I really enjoyed having a Mark who "redeemed" themselves to. Plus, hes a goofy character, and seeing him a second time when I didn't expect it made me double take and laugh on my first watch.

Monica Hunter The Three Days of the Hunter Job - she's horrible and interesting and you get the most satisfaction from seeing her go down. also the bit where she's being interrogated by the army and she's like "it's okay I know that there *totally aren't* any secret bases ;-)" and the guy is so tired and like "yes that's bc there aren't any secret bases" and she's like "I know you have to say that ;-)" and he's right - rip girl you would have loved qanon - I love conspiracy theorists who don't even really believe in the awful stuff they make up (+ it's a terrible human being with the face of aunt zelda)

William Quinn & Tobey Earnshaw The Juror #6 Job He was a fakeass hippie played by Brent Spiner. She was trying so damn hard to be a chessmaster it was embrrasing. Can I make it any more obvious?

Eddie Maranjian The Order 23 Job Man there’s a few marks I can’t help but feel viscerally bad for cause of how the crew preys on their fears and neuroses that they can’t help. So a little sympathy, and also like, affinity crimes are nasty fucking things but in terms of story it’s a nice change of pace from the usual white guys playing chess from their lofty towers

Caroline Cowan The Low Low Price Job Oh another one that I kinda almost feel bad for for how much they freaked her out. This is a good matchup!

[aayo-whatt]

✨~got bored so i put the winchester gays and their angel "buddies" in an incorrect quotes generator~✨

PART THREE BABES

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Gabe: *slams books down in front of Michael* Gabe: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night. Michael: You could of said literally anything else. Gabe: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble. Michael: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

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Dean: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it. Dean: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

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Michael: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically. Adam: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes. Cas: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting. Adam: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Dean: Someone’s trying to break in. Call the cops! Cas: *loads shotgun* I got this. Dean: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

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Adam: I need a long word. Dean: T-rex but the long one.

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Adam: *running towards Michael with open arms* Michael: *moves out of the way* Adam: Hey, why'd you move?! Michael: I thought you were going to attack me. Adam: I was going to hug you! Michael: Why would you hug me? Adam: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

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Dean: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

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Michael: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment? Gabe: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

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Adam: Don't ask me what I'm talking about. I don't know, okay? I'm just the vessel. The message has been gifted. I've moved on.

i saw vessel and just copied & pasted-

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Gabe: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Sam: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Gabe: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Adam, on a walkie talkie: This is Adam, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

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*In a group chat* Dean: A pegan just flew into my window. Sam: Pegan? Gabe: A what? Adam: Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan. Michael: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! Cas: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. Michael: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. Dean: I literally just made a typo-

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Gabe: *writing a letter* Gabe: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

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Dean: I need to dye my hair. Michael: ... Dean: Or get another tattoo. Michael: ... Dean: Or a new piercing. Michael: Why? Dean: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

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Dean: What did you order this morning? Adam: What do you mean? Dean: I heard you answer the door, and I sensed food.

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Dean: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

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Gabe: Am I going to far? Michael: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

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Sam: You three, explain right now! Michael: It was Dean. Adam: It was Dean. Cas: It was Dean. Dean: Dean: …fuck.

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Adam: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? Dean, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

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Gabe: Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion.

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Adam: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

Michael sitting next to him: 😐😑😐

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Adam: Why are you like this?? Dean: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Gabe: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you. Sam: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Gabe: Absolutely not.

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Adam: The floor is lava! Michael: *helps Dean onto the counter* Sam: *kicks Cas off the sofa* Gabe: *lays on the floor* Adam: ...Are you okay? Gabe: No.

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Adam: If I fall down these stairs, I'm just going to lay down and accept my fate.

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Cas: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

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Adam: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Michael: I wrote you a poem. Adam, already crying:You did?

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Cas: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not! Dean: Cas, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday. Cas: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it! Sam: ...It was a bug. Cas: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not! Dean: ... Sam: ... Cas: Stop looking at me like that!

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Michael: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done. Cas: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real. Michael: They're not. Cas: Haha, very funny. Michael: I'm serious. Didn't you hear? Cas: No... what happened? Michael: ...Why would you fall for this again-

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Sam: You need to be more careful! Gabe, who was dragged into Sam's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

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Dean: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Michael: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

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PART 1 PART 2

[candikin]

I did the rolling that Irken made, and I got these two. This is Zachary Stickmin (They/It) and Leo Mae Dean (She/He)! Yes, I did randomly generate those names (not including the Stickmin part, I just got creative). I always wanted to make a small little story after LetterTale and I think I might use them

Leo is actually a fusion from a accident Gadget Gabe made with a C.C.C member that caused a separate fusion of the two. Leo was abandoned and thrown out right after the incident, and joined the Toppat Clan quickly after. Though, she got fired pretty quickly and ended up becoming a security guard. His name was came up on the spot, as he didn't know what to call herself

Zachary is Henry's twin. They have always been alone, as they were a orphan and just didn't fit in, especially when compared to Henry. It eventually joined the police force after learning that Henry was a criminal, as it wanted to stand out from Hen. They eventually met Leo when Leo got lost, and they decided to talk for hours

They are very close, do not split them (I will split them)

What I rolled in read more (kinda spoiler-y I guess?)

Leo Mae Dean Intersex Fusion Security Wavy, short Coral, Silver, Cyan, Blue Convert from another faction, Co-dependent, Night owl, Young adult, Athletic, Newbie

Zachary Nonbinary Cyborg Police Facial hair, Straight Orphan, Early bird, Traitorous, Outcast, Strong, Pre-canon era

[originemesis]

//some eden!adam hc.s for verse

Originally created to be the perfect being, a trait shared with Lilith who was essentially the same but with shifted masculine/feminine appearances between them (though both of them had owned equal amounts.)

Shifted to having less feminine energy with the creation of Eve which quite literally took most of his to make- leaving both divided and having more issues in regulating their thoughts/emotions later unless they're together (the original co dependency.)

Is fully nude as per Eden fashion, but has a large, golden leaf made of heavenly light floating in front of his junk as a type of divine vestments.

Since he spent a lot of time naming the animals in the garden, he is talented with mimicking their noises. Bird calls being the ones he excels at best.

Favourite past times include: rolling down hills, stomping around puddles, fighting ducks for angel food cake crumbs, and making charging elephant impersonations in bushes to spook Lilith and later Eve.

Is more like a zoo animal in an enclosure as far as heaven knows, but ends up friendly and conversation buddies with a few of the garden's groundskeepers and allowed personnel (Lucifer, Michael, Raphael) whereas others (particularly Gabriel) sees him as more of an actual zoo animal like 'aw look it's trying to make words 🖤'

Has acrophobia and it becomes worse after Lucifer's first attempt at breaking him out of the garden with Lilith when he falls from a high place waiting for the other to return for him and breaks a rib. It goes into remission when he becomes an angel later, but it comes back stronger during his fallen verse - particularly when he's on a ledge.

The 'selfless' mark on his after death score comes mainly from his refusal to have to watch Eve leave him behind in the garden like with Lucifer and Lilith, and though he never actually eats the apple- he does take the blame for the incident.

His 'stick it to the man' moment was entirely him just flipping Gabriel off on the way out.

Has a faint indent of a gate guard's (likely Gabe's) boot print on his ass when they gave him a helpful kick to get him moving out of Eden. (They swear it was just to launch him over some gravel in front of the garden entrance to spare his footsies though.)

[wellthebardsdead]

*meanwhile in an alternative universe to my demon!reaper au*

———

Gabe: *working as a priest in his home town after being asked to return to investigate the evil plaguing it’s residents. Tiredly trudges his way back into the church and closes the doors after returning from an exorcism, sighs and presses his forehead to the wood* in all my life and all my studies under the lord I’ve never witnessed anything like this… *sighs and turns around to go tend to the scratch mark on his shoulder only to be greeted by an angelic looking man standing in front of the podium* Oh! I- I’m sorry I didn’t see you there, I was just out on a call, how long have you been waiting here my son?

???: *golden blond hair, piercing blue eyes, smiling with an angelic playful grin* me? I’ve been waiting for a very. Very long. T̴̯̅Ị̴́M̴͙͊É̴͍!̴̧̒. *suddenly lunges forward body distorting into a shadow figure reaching for the priest*

Gabe: *panics and holds out his bible in fear as the candles illuminating the church go out*

*silence*

Gabe: *nervously opens his eyes to see the dark church around him, the cross at the head of the room upside down, and the portrait of the lord desecrated with his eyes gouged out* I- wh-who? *winces in pain feeling heat singe his fingers making him drop his bible* wh-what? *stares at it in shock to see it on fire, slowly smouldering* What devil are you?…

*Wood Creaking*

Gabe: *spins around and freezes seeing the man behind him, taller, bloodied white wings behind him, eyes missing under skin that leads into two ram like horns, and legs that bend into goat like hooves* wh-who a-are you?

???: you know who I am Gabriel. You left me behind.

Gabe: I-I don’t- I didn’t- I-

???: you listened to them. You listened to her.

Gabe: it’s not- it’s not it can’t be-

???: you let them do it.

Gabe: I didn’t know! I didn’t know it was her! I-

???: Y̷̳̍o̶̤͛u̶̺̕ ̸̧̀ľ̵͎ĕ̶̟f̴̭͆t̴͎͝ ̸͇͋m̷͇͛e̶͖͝ ̷̨́t̵̡̓o̷͍͗ ̸̺̂d̴̪̎ĩ̵͍e̵̢͗

Gabe: I DIDNT I- *chokes as the demons long clawed hands suddenly wrap around his face suffocating him into darkness.

…

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Gabe: *jolts awake laying on the floor of the church, birds chirping outside, the sunlight shining through the stained glass window, the cross the right way up, and the painting in tact* …Jack…

*wood creaking*

Gabe: … *nervously looks up to see the same man from before looming over him with an unfairly beautiful smile*

Jack: boo.

[honeybunchesobees]

bird trio + gabe headcanons because i care them

nicknames that don't make sense to anyone but them (and honestly even they've lost the plot on how they started calling steph 'dee')

showing up to each other's houses unannounced because they all have keys. ('why are you in my HOUSE')

"you've never seen/done/eaten [thing?!] lets go do it RIGHT NOW"

They have a actually pretty successful podcast where they pretty much just ramble for an hour and a half

urban exploring ft worried mess ryan, danger magnet steph, massive idiot gabe, and team braincell alex

alex and gabe train surf together while vibing and listening to music

musical nights. ("it's time for the greatest showman singalong, dancealong, twerkalong.")

HOH steph who takes out her hearing aids when ryan starts bird rambling.

alex and gabe being the 'chronic pain from accidents' duo

alex showing everyone out at Just Dance

alex and ryan infodumping to each other

everyone reminding everyone else to take one med or another

technically not a group hc but latina steph... good hc

In short they're a family ur honor