#oc: father gabriel

[mossymenagerieart]

THIS is your sign to make your blorbos (whether they’re yours or from a fandom or something) with this picrew! it has a lot of creature options like lots of tails, ears, and wings which is great for therians or anyone with fursonas! here are my silly guys I made with it!

Bea (left) and Emil!

Valentine, Gabriel, and Soleil! my three blorbos… the catholicsona polycule

Anyways get silly with it! @justaderivative @beansowo7 @rxccoonboo

[lycanlovebitesart]

Angels!

[fallen-gabrielle]

A little something with the Negaverse. So I remember the design for Negative Numbuh 91,12 and I had a recent epiphany: her heterochromia should be reversed 👀 so instead of her right eye being green and left being blue, her right eye is blue and the left is green. It’s a neat idea and I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before.

More trivia about Negative Numbuh 91,12:

- she speaks German and not French

- she loves her dad

- she despises Daddy/Neb with a burning passion

- she’s violent and aggressive

- she lacks empathy, and cannot see through the silhouette suit

- she controls chocolate instead of cheese

- she loves torturing her enemies

I’ll probably not expend more about her, cuz I don’t care much about the negaverse, it was just a fun idea that I needed to put out there.

[muses-of-the-memory]

[ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] From AeroFlutter to Gabriel.

While Gabriel Agreste was surprised to see another Butterfly Miraculous wielder, he was getting annoyed of him having to poke his nose.

"What are you doing?"

@ask-liam-and-co

[faggotstump]

Nearly two years apart :]

[lavampira]

ngl I think I might change gabriel to my canon warden 🧍‍♀️

[sweaters-n-dynamite]

Ok so... let me show y'all my angel ocs and brief descriptions!

Milo

Milo is an angel who was born with 3 wings! This odd number of wings causes difficulty flying, floating, and general balance! They are considered a "defect" angel, but was spared being stripped of their divine light from council member Azeal!

Azeal

Azeal is a one of the many council members, and considered the one of the most respected and kindest of the group. He agreed to mentor Milo as his student as a future warrior and/or council member themselves. He has a father-child relationship with Milo.

[rosemaryblossoms]

Tiffany loves you Au

I was inspired to make this au by seeing the John loves you au by @zzoupz and @salmonandsoup

Drawings of character’s appearance will come soon, also Tiffany is in her early thirties in this au and Amy is 27 years old in this Au. The Martin twins are alive.

John ward: he takes the place of Amy, instead of working as a priest he works at the clinic like Amy did, he wears a Turtleneck Sweater with angel sleeves and black bell bottoms with boots. His face is gone due to the ritual. He is Tiffany’s favorite.

Father Garcia: takes the place of Father Allred, he wears a blue stole with a purple cross on each side of it at the bottom over his priest uniform, he aids Amy in John’s Exorcism, still smokes cigars, poor Father Garcia fly high 😔🕊️

Amy Martin: Is a nun who helps with John’s exorcism, she is trying to save her siblings from being sacrificed by Tiffany, is friends with Michael, poor baby needs therapy. Like she needs a hug really bad, give her one. She gets a fuck you from Tiffany. She also wears gold cross earrings to match her crucifix. Her finger nails are painted black but in a certain light it looks blue.

Father Allred: takes the place of Father Garcia, smokes tobacco pipes, he helps Amy the rest of the way and aids her from the wrath of Tiffany, He tries to exorcise Lisa and John’s brother (you’ll learn more when you scroll to his description) but fails. he wears a purple crucifix necklace, he also has a stubble. Haha rifle go pew pew.

Michael Davies: he doesn’t swap roles with anybody. Instead of being a demon he’s an angel, he is friends with Amy and follows her to aid her at every beck and call when she needs his help, he also gives her courage and positive affirmations. basically a more friendlier version of the mirror demon. Though the mirror demon still lurks around but Michael basically says fuck you to him and shoos him off.

Lisa Pearson: is one of the characters that takes the role of Michael (haha two crack headed goblin demons 😂, Michael is honestly one of my favorite characters in Faith) basically the same demon as Michael but yellow and has hair, she also has antlers. she wears her hair up in a ponytail which has a few twigs and leaves in it, She skedaddles around with John’s brother Gabriel around the area, fly high Lisa 😔🕊️( a gun with one bullet and truck-kun). Crazy fun fact her, Gabriel, and Gary are basically nude due to their demon transformations.

Gabriel Ward: is my oc I put in to go with the story line. He is the other character to take the role of Michael. The same demon as Michael but indigo and has short fluffy hair. He’s the one who jumps Amy in the garage before she scares him of with a crucifix. He was the twin brother of John Ward, their parents are divorced and his father took him while their mother takes John, he is angry at his father for taking away his brother because his brother was his best friend but misses his dad still because he was taken by Father Alfred to do a exorcism on him.

Miriam Bell: she takes the place of Lisa, she’s a retired nun who loves to bake cookies, wears a black turtleneck sweater and a long red skirt with a gold cross necklace. She used to have a close bond with her son but that changed when he grew up and met Tiffany, she misses the sweet guy her son used to be.

Gary Miller: Takes the place of Tiffany, he loves her and he is envious of John, like he hates him. Calls John a manwhore often, he willingly did the ritual and became THE SON OF THE UNSPEAKABLE.

The twins: basically the same but I gave them a different appearance, Nate has short hair while Jason’s hair is a bit longer

Cop: basically the same

Alejandro Kruger: my oc I used for the story line. is the ex husband of Amy, basically taking the role of Molly. He is still her friend but lives far away. He has cancer. He still loves her and would try their relationship again.

Tiffany Robinson: cult leader, basically takes the role of Gary. Has a stitched up scars, one each side of her mouth and a scar on her neck, Had an upside down cross carved on her head as well as small scars on her left eye (her left not yours), SWARM OF SCORPIONS. She doesn’t love Amy. Wears thick high heel boots underneath her cloak. Always carries her ritual knife besides her trident and whip of spikes. In her final form her face splits like the demigorgon from stranger things and grows to 7’0 ft tall.

[unknownfrom34]

So Small, So Insufficient, and So Soon

For @muzzleroars as an entry of the Rise and Fall AU (Hope you're okay with this prequel to it) and for others to read. I had wrote up what I could think about writing onto here. Michael's lion roar after he was created after a long-butt time since the realm of an alternate version of Ultrakillverse was created. Happy Reading! 👋

The Father is really busier than usual, since... Well, no guessing how much time has past since the very creation of this dimension they must now inherited through the unending yet calming primordial chaos. He mindlessly turned his head towards a small star just in time for it to go supernova. The explosion sounded like a popping of a fire cracker and the ground under him shook with the vibrations as soon as it reached the Ninth Layer.

His divine fire of enteral love and adoration flowed with the winds as it too reached his as he held his arms up to shield himself from the blast until it died down. There were still unstable suns since the Nine Spheres were created and it was getting frantic by the minute; there was nothing for Lucifer to do. It was the Lord's idea that its best to wait them out until there were no more unstable stars to implode on themselves.

They were unfinished after all.

Lucifer stood upright to dust himself off, his ever-burning wings tucked behind him before he widened to see six red wings flying towards him, a Seraphim, before its humanoid form stopped in front of him with a powerful flap and then landed onto the stone wall that reached his knees and porched downward with the lower wings covering their feet.

"What has He up to now, child?" He spoke in an language that an Angel could understand, they all spoke in the same tongues since the Beginning before going over to this new form of communication He calls "English.". The Father's native tonuge.

The Seraphim softly hummed in tongues as they lurched their head down and up before going side to side. He tilted his head to the right gently with great interest. "He wishes to see me?" he questioned. "For what for, child?"

More humming and movements.

"New angels to be made?"

Seraphim then gave a confirming hum. Lucifer nodded, understood.

"Alright then, I will go over there right away." Lucifer walked towards the wall before climbing onto it with feet and hands gripping tightly as he parched on it like a gargoyle as his 'masked' visage with ever glowing white eye staring down the blacken void below him. He soon slowly goes forward and fell downwards head first. The wisps of fire following him down.

Yet, he could've fall if it weren't his wings unfurling right away and fanned out openly as a flare of undying flames burst forth as he used the wing to glide him and rose upwards as a phoenix in the darkness of everything around them all. He flew across all of the Ninth Sphere of Heaven and watched the progress around him were being built by other angels- the forth kind he is as of now- as they chiseled, shaped and planted the world of their own as they only had lanterns of the heavenly Light to shine their work as they pushed and pulled hard in the name of their Father through labor and endurance. Endurance.

Such a word to call when you have everything to bare with determination upon being born.

Lucifer looked at them as his fire's light had reached them and they had noticed with their faces covered with helmets instead of an appearance he 'wore' upon himself. He knows deep down that the mask was in fact his face. Not many of them had noticed that yet they waved to him to get his attention but he paid a little attention to them as he kept going to his destination.

The chamber where he was born, where God had created him as a whole, he noticed the sight he recognized and soon dove downward and soon lunched his legs out and then landed with such grace before walking towards the entrance that seemed to stretched on into darkness as a trail of divine fire were left behind in his wake as he walked through the echoing vaulted halls decorated with angels and cherubim as his light glowed the path laid out to follow. His chest forever shines with white heaved steadily as he reached the end of the hall, from start to finish as he entered the chamber as the trail he left behind him had died down before turning his head upwards at the ever expanding darkness.

Expecting something or someone.

His voice was heard after a moment. It was in tongue but the most beautiful angel very clever and ever vigilant, knows right away what he is seeing. "Do you wish to see me, Father?"

The voice, very divine and very low, hums again as he looked around at first with caution but soon in confusion, the white eye widened a tad little.

"So, you are looking to replace me as the Prince of Heaven?" Lucifer asked with further question. "With who in mind, Father?"

The voice continues onward.

"One of my own brothers? Brothers that you will make as we speak?" He looked around a bit more. "And you wished to have me to help you, to guide them?"

The voice confirms it with a hum.

"Please, don't mind me asking more but how can I help making them?"

As if to answer, he felt a literal shock coursed through him within seconds as a yell left him. It lasted for a moment before he lets out another shout with his chest extended forward and soon afterwards a small ball of pastel-colored fire was extracted from his chest as it heaved outwards as if it was pulled by an invisible string until a piece of his Light was taken.

It floated upwards as the brightest angel panted a little with a hand on his chest, given a chance to recover from such a rush. Eyes closed with his head lowered as he breathed slow yet stable.

He opened them up just in time to see a pair of glowing white hands appearing from the extending shadows encasing the chamber around them both. Four visible strings were coming from the burning fire and tied onto fingers. Four of each two fingers were tied to the very burning-resistant strings hooking at the ball. In silent amazement, he watched as the hands began to pull but with trouble as the threads were being tug at, desperate to hold onto the fire yet the fire itself was being pulled apart as colors being form from the pastel.

Four smaller lumps had begun to emerge from the ball, exactly where the ends of the strings are until with a mighty pull. The piece of Lucifer's light have ceased to exist, no evidence of it was left behind and absolutely no way to be put back together; it was pulled and ripped apart into four smaller lights.

One blue, one green, one orange and the last purple.

The light then shines onto the small balls of light as small sparkles flowed downward onto them like moths to the flame as they rushed and began to encasing them. Shaping and forming to where the chests of children were before soon a blinding light shone forth. Prompting Lucifer to shield himself from it.

The rays of light were shooting everywhere along with shimmering stardust fluttered all around the chamber. It seems that it's not letting up until they suddenly stopped. It was over and Lucifer can finally see what the Father has created now and stunned to see rather quite a sight before him; Four small angels.

A boy. A hatchling. A cattle. And a cub.

With small or long wagging tails of a sheep or a goat they were born with. They giggled and writhe amongst each other. One lion cub was pinning an baby eagle by its head as it squawked to get off of-

"Get off Michael!" The chick squirmed. "Short Tail Gabriel! Shorty!" The cub spat back.

The ox cattle and the boy remained somewhat civil towards one another. The cattle shyly poked at the giggling boy's nose as the eyes on their pure white wings. Calling each other Uriel and Raphael as Lucifer studied them carefully from afar as they all simply sat on the floor, center of the chamber itself. The place of their birth.

Lucifer looked up once more to the Father's voice in tongues.

"Take care of them... nature them... teach them all... their roles will come to them four."

The most beautiful angel looked into the darkness of the chamber for a few moments turning his attention back to the children and then began to walk towards the four. The colored flames of each son can tell who is which due to the names of their creator, the Lord, has given them four.

Blue fire eagle hatchling is Gabriel. Purple burning lion cub is Michael. Orange flaming ox cattle is Uriel. And lastly, the Green blazing boy is Raphael since they are calling each other by their names.

Michael noticed the footsteps and turned to see a big creature before them four that had gained Gabriel the upper hand and lifted himself upwards with such force that his back hit the floor and was turning around to do the same to his brother when he stopped and saw Lucifer with widened eyes before a frighten yet curious chirp came from the hatchling.

That caught the other siblings' attention as they looked up the angel who is kneeling down to their level, hands rested on the ground, wings tucked behind him as a fire burning glowing on and around him. With such gentleness in his voice. He greeted them all "Hello." with a soft tone.

Gabriel seems to coward over to this two brothers with fear yet Michael seemed to ready to stand up on all fours and looking at the angel in the eye. The purple fire he has had a red hue in it before he lets out a weak squeak roar at him with all of his will on display. He turned to his three brothers as if they will cheer him on and not brothering to see their reaction; he turned back to Lucifer and then reared his head towards them and soon ran towards his stomach and headbutts it. An vain attempt to scare him off by verbally and physically attacking him.

Lucifer chuckled lightly at this.

This angered the spit-fire cub more as the red hue is dying the purple flames as Michael lets out another squeak roar and then attempts to headbutt his stomach again but slipped. Quick on his feet; Lucifer grabbed him and cradled him like an newborn. Flabbergasted, Michael looked at his older brother with such shock and surprise.

"It's really nice to meet you too, Michael." He chuckled after the experience. Seeing him no longer a threat, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael carefully head over to Lucifer to be with their two brothers. Small colored halos formed over the small Archangels' heads at they looked up to him as a larger halo of Lucifer's appeared with crosses and a face.

Lucifer looked at Michael as he knew at the moment what the Father had meant: Michael will be his replacement as the Prince of Heaven.

[marune2]

Gabriel silver and Zera cassia: god forbidden them the kitchen

Zera cassia is @lyranova oc

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Zera:are you sure food can move?

Gabriel:hm I’m not sure we’ll did. we even put tentacles in it?

Zera:I believe ur food live….

Gabriel:well I don’t believe tomato souse should looking like this………

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Whit William

Mimosa:uh sir something horrible happened „looking nervous

William alarmed :what is

Mimosa:uh Gabriel and you wife are cooking…..

William standing up and running to the kitchen ok he’s wife is not mate for the kitchen and Gabriel? He don’t know……….

Mad he came on see he a Gabriel feeding a creature in a looking pot

William:what happened and what is this?!

Zera:uh we try to cooking….Gabriel wanted to make something for father day…….from us all…..

Gabriel:well now it’s didn’t go as planned but hey we have a pet now say hello to mr.puffy“pointing to the creature in the pot

Zera:well this whas a tomato souse we have no idea how it looks like this how it looks we didn’t even put octopus in it or something like this……..

William:…….

William:thank your but the kitchen is nothing for your tow now I will letting take yuno taking care of mr‘puffy

After this day is it we’ll known NEVER let Gabriel whit William’s wife together in the kitchen NEVER

[mossymenagerieart]

close up of the polycule being sillies on my art fight card <3 Gabriel is so desperate for a beach episode so he can finally catch a break, Valentine is happy to enjoy the waves and wear cute summer tops, and Sol apparently hasn’t visited the beach since before he met Gabriel which was decades ago. So as a treat they can have a beach episode, which I gotta draw at some point.

[lycanlovebites]

here’s a bit of a story I was working on involving Father Gabriel and Valentine! (Sol is also there too but he’s not really mentioned oops. He’s off doing something else I guess)

its a discarded first draft that I still like a lot even though it doesn’t work in this particular scene because it gives really good insight into Gabriel’s inner thoughts and also his Catholic guilt. It’s also UNEDITED in any way so sorry if there’s typos and the dialogue and stuff is oddly placed! (btw will anyone believe me if I said that this was the first draft for a smut fic I was writing yes or no?? I scrapped this draft because it was far too serious and angsty for the situation I wanted. Valentine is ready to fuck nasty and have a nice time and treat their boyfriend meanwhile Gabriel is struggling with Catholic guilt and paranoia. The vibe was off for him and I felt bad trying to get him into a sex scene when that man should be having a therapy session instead. Like its ok king take ur time, you and Valentine can try later when you feel better)

story below the cut! (It’s a bit long)

Father Gabriel closed the front door behind him. “I can’t believe that happened,” he said more to himself than to the cheeky demon who caused the scene, who was hanging their sparkly red blazer on the coat rack next to him. “What if people saw? No, how many people saw that? How many people saw me?” He said aloud with horror. 

“Relax darling.” Valentine put a hand on his shoulder. “Believe me, no one saw my little display except you. Otherwise some old biddies would have me roasting at a stake by now.” They gave him a little grin at that last part. He was sure they found the idea of being tied up by little old ladies quite funny judging from their expression.  It was meant to be reassuring but the idea of other church members burning his partner at the stake wasn’t exactly pleasant. 

“That’s my point. It’s not safe for you to risk being found out by the church! If they find out you’re not human they’ll… they’ll do unspeakable things to you. I can’t risk you getting hurt, Valentine. Burning you at the stake would be the least of your worries if the wrong people get their claws on you.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “It’s not only your safety too. I also have a reputation to uphold, as horrible as it is sometimes. I’m a priest. I’m not supposed to get flustered over someone at communion. The people see me as a symbol of devotion and modesty, and I fear what might happen if they see me as anything other than that. I’m supposed to be committed to God alone, not blushing over my handsome friend from out of town.” He was so worried. Valentine seemed so confident to show off but he feared what would happen if they reveal too much. Gabriel knew what happened to demons in churches they weren’t welcomed in. He’d seen it happen with his own eyes, was forced to read the books on how to do it himself, and he knew that powerful people with hatred in their hearts for even an inkling of difference would never stop until they get what they want. 

“Darling, look at me.” Valentine stood in front of him and gently took his hand in theirs. “It’s going to be alright. I promise you that no one saw my little display to you, and as far as I saw no one seemed to say anything about your blush today. I mean, if you ask me, it was quite warm in church today, and you were quite lively in today’s sermon.  I wouldn’t see anything unusual about how the priest was a bit more red than usual after that rousing sermon he gave. And I feel most people know how warm it can be in your cassock with all those layers.” They assured him. Gabriel wasn’t fully convinced, but their words did help. He stared down at his hand and watched Valentine gently stroke the back of his hand with a thumb. Such a small gesture, yet it still sent a shiver through his body at the touch. They didn’t want him to worry, he knew that. It was just hard sometimes to let these things go. He was always under scrutiny, always being perceived and his actions always judged by someone. If not by  God then by the townspeople who looked up to him. At least that’s what he felt. Maybe it wasn’t true. Maybe there wasn’t actually anyone who cared about these things besides him. He was just so worried all of the time lately. Maybe since he was a child. First about being good, following all the rules and being a faithful servant to the church. Then he worried about being sinful. Always ashamed of the way his heart beat against his chest when he saw Brother Marcus in the vestry, of the way he laid awake so many nights consumed with thoughts of him and Marcus doing terrible, lustful things. Now he was worried for Valentine and their safety. Of them being found out and torn away from the safety of his protection and killed. Soleil had to disguise themself as well, but for Valentine their disguise was a matter of life or death. Sol would be worshiped and adored if the townspeople knew what they were. But Valentine would be hunted down and killed before Gabriel’s feet if they were ever found out. 

Gabriel  was also worried about his reputation as a perfect chaste little servant of god. Someone pure, someone who was completely devoted to their god and had no room in their heart for any sinful thoughts of other people. The people saw him as one of them. No, better than them. They put him on a pedestal. They listened to his words and came to him for guidance, and he overheard how they spoke of him. With reverence, a deep respect. As if he was truly holy. But Gabriel knew he wasn’t. He was impure, tainted, guilty. His god did not answer his prayers and he knew he was dishonest to the townspeople when he pretended to be that man everyone saw him as.

He yearned for respite from the terror and guilt that plagued him for most of his life. He just wanted to let them all go. 

He let out a sigh, trying to let go of his worries with it. “You’re probably right. No one came up to me about anything today after the service so I suppose no one saw anything unusual.” He focused his attention on his hand being gently held in Valentine’s. He took another deep breath and forced the worries out of him along with it. In.  It will be okay. Out. No one saw what happened today. In. We’re safe. 

[@justaderivative hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this! This has a good bit of lore/info abt Gabriel in it so instead of making an info post about him (I mean I still probably will but yknow) this is some good info for him and his less fun and whimsical stuff ]

[peapod20001]

Thinking about Teuflisch and the best way I can describe his character is that his mind always at 100% in that there is so impulse control in what he does really. His mind is playing every version of himself at once from someone actively trying to be kind to actively trying to kill someone in whatever way possible. He’s very emotional and unstable, he wants to be a good person but is simultaneously searching for ways to use others for his own gain.

He wants to die, he tries to kill himself, but the other parts of him set on revenge won’t let it happen. His body is literally everything he hates about himself personified into an amalgam of flesh and blood, constantly in pain, constantly full of hate and rot. He hates himself, he hates those that wrong him, he hates other people, he hates being in the situation he’s in, and he hates that he deserves to be there.

He loves his children, but he doesn’t want them. He’s full of guilt when they’re born and he’s torn to pieces when they die. He feels obligated to be there to support them, but knows his presence will only make them worse. He wants more than anything for them to be loved and be happy, but he knows that anything that comes out of him will be doomed to suffer just as he does. Part of him loves his children as a parent would, another wants to groom them into a perfect tool for his own purposes, another doesn’t want anything to do with them.

Getting his revenge will not make him happy nor would it satisfy him. If he gets what he wants it will only make him turn to something else, whatever it would end up being. The only way he could ever find any kind of peace would be to either kill him, or somehow wipe away everything that happened to him from his mind

[fallen-gabrielle]

KND: a Christmas Story

Joyeux Noël, everyone!

I wanted to make this comic for quite some time. And now it's done.

I know it's pretty sappy, but I just wanted a wholesome story for Christmas with the Uno family. So here it is.

Numbuh 91,12 sometimes gives people existential crisis and she's not doing it on purpose. Monty always sends letters and leaves messages call to Ben for any kind of celebrations, he just wants to spend time with his bro TTmTT

This is still part of my headcanonverse/incorrect quote-verse where Monty and Margaret are recommissioned and Nigel is aware of the social services shit the bros went through. He also knows his friend and how much influance she has on Father. Gabrielle is also the name of an angel, so he was able to put 2 and 2 together. At the end of the day, Nigel can't bring himself to ruin the moment between the brothers, and is glad that is dad is happy to have Ben around.

And if you're wondering, Monty gave Ben a framed picture of their mother, yes this one.

[drmarune]

Gabriel silver

Summary

As William whas possessed as patri thinks happens and now have Gabriel have the consequences of it now there he did not goes not harmed away and now talk William and he a little

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Gabriel is in the hospital after he did fight in the capital whit he’s Sister and then he alone against the elf’s oh and Langris and he’s brother wo he doesn’t know the name of because he didn’t want to know

Oh and they are in the same room at least he’s leg’s don’t hurt today hospital have after all good stuff

Gabriel:is one of your awake??? I’m bored…..

No Antwort

Gabriel:great what now………captain William is away wo is he even? Hope he is fine…….hm I should ask Mimosa if she can bring by my hospital back…………..sad I can’t walk properly………..hmm……..

After a wile at night as he sleeps hear Gabriel someone go in is it a nurse no it’s William

William:I’m so sorry…….I failed your all…….

Gabriel open he’s eyes and looking at him what could he say………

Gabriel:captain?

William looking surprised at him:Gabriel you are awake again?

Gabriel:yes sir after all I have strong blood well you did not failed all ok some part but not all

William smile just sad

Gabriel:oh The Gnom and he’s brother are not awake so fare but they felling more peacefully as I understand hope no mürder happen here paper work would be a nightmare

William:thanks Gabriel good to know……well how are you so fare?

Gabriel:can’t walk properly but if you see away from it I’m fine hospital have after all the good stuff but I’m bored can you bring my mine hospital bag it’s laying in front of my bad at least it were there bevor the hell show…….

William smile sad:sure Gabriel I hope your all going be fine again I can’t fail your all…..

Gabriel smile just :well it’s going to be fine again but year after year sorry for the other would be nice but year if I’m fine we see us again if I hide under you table again

William laughing a little:well you right I’m sorry but let a nurse know of Langris and he’s big brother are awake ok? And no fighting

Gabriel rolling he’s eyes:yes fiiinnneeee Dad“say he in the last part playfully

William looking surprised at him but don’t say something against it:well sleep well Gabriel I go now

Gabriel:sure

And so go William away…..

[gay-caesar-truther]

I need to draw Gabe in his New Vegas fit- its some priest vestments (I know they aren't in game I'm using my powerful imagination) with leather armor peices he took from his armored Vault suit over the top. Of course he still has his spiked knuckles but he also has a rifle with some rosary beads wrapped around the stock.