#mandela catalogue fanfic

[lovelybunn]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 .ㅤㅤ- feat. alt! gabriel .

warning(s): none.

author's note: idc that he's actually satan, he's my pretty boy and that's all that matters.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ∬ ﹒ 🕯🌫 . ꙳ 🎻 ﹒ ༒ㅤ࿐

"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 you doing?" he glared at you inquisitively. you just smiled and continued running your fingers through his soft, silky blonde curls. gabriel was still getting used to the idea of human "kinship", or as you like to call it, "friendly bonding". no matter how many times he's threatened you, knowing that he didn't like the idea of someone physically touching him, you always persisted. this time was no different.

today you seemed very intrigued over his hair, which was quite puzzling, considering it wasn't the first time you've seen it in your whole life. you wouldn't stop staring at it; you refused to keep your hands off it. you were slowly getting on his last nerve.

you took a small section of gabriel's thick locks and started parting it into into three pieces. he raised his left brow. "what is the meaning of this? how are we 'bonding' from this experience?" you softly shushed him, that section of hair now in a delicate braid. you gently brushed your fingers down his scalp till you reached the exact parallel side of his head. a slight shiver ran down gabriel's spine, but he chose to ignore the feeling. you then took the same amount of hair that you used on the other side and proceeded to braid it in an identical fashion as the previous.

once you finished the other part, you pulled out a golden ribbon from your pocket and tied the sections together lightly combing the ends to blend with the rest of his hair. you took a step back and sighed, admiring your work. "all done, you can stop bickering now." you teased, handing gabriel a small mirror for him to finally see what you did to him. the fallen angel was hesitant at first, but he soon snatched the mirror out of your hands. he stared at himself for quite a while, with an expressionless look while he combed through his own locks.

gabriel turned a bit to face you, a radiant grin on his face. "maybe i underestimated you. you're more interesting than you perceive." you smiled in return, "i'm guessing that means you like it." he glanced back at the mirror before making eye contact with you again. "yes. it makes me feel the most beautiful i've ever been."

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[stillarat]

Beloved.

Alt Gabriel x GN!Angel!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: gabriel is gabriel, some threats

A/N: this was supposed to be for a request but i read it wrong so yeah, more gabriel coming soon except i read it r i g h t next time

You watched down on the ward assigned to you, a monotonous assignment though one you carried out with great pride. One bestowed to you in honesty and holiness, you watched over them, as the winds carried to you a spine chilling presence–chilling and impure. There he inched closer. Gabriel, but not the one you had wept for; and his intentions were clear to you in that moment. Your chest tightened, they were your one responsibility; you refused to disappoint. 

 In a heartbeat you took hold of his hand before you may have had a second thought. That is when you saw his face–he towered above even you, casting shadows across your stainless white garments. Every bit of him was long, and his skin was stained a dull but spotless, and blonde locs cascaded down his shoulders. He stared you down, blank faced before his grin curled to the apples of his cheeks.

“Who might you be?”

Whether frozen or stern, the point remained you utter not a word to the man–beast.

“Have you come to rebuke me?” He awaited a response that never came.

“If so I am honored.”

He pulled his arm free from you, circling you like a lion to a lamb. Pulling your spear to your side you tilted it toward his chin, as he walked back round to face you, playing no mind to his former engagement. Grin softening to mild amusement.

He held it just behind your blade, pulling you closer by it even as the smell of his singed flesh rose from his palm, and by it confirming your prior convictions. You rebuffed him swiftly, pressing the head of your weapon to his throat.

“A charming thing you are.” He spoke, lifting his hands to his sides and relenting to your attempts to subdue him.

“Not a word you infernal sycophant.”

“If you insist–myne lovely.” He sighed into his speech, your skin pulled tight over your knuckles–holding your weapon as a lifeline while you pushed your blade further still, knot in your throat pulled taut.

“You are dedicated, I will not deny you this.” Your voice as you spoke–hushed and militant.  He attempted to side step you, leading you both into a voracious stanced spiral.

“Your Lord must be proud, what a brave little thing you are.” He cooed, voice crackling in a cruel chuckle. “Very well, I shall abide by thy insistence as of now–We will meet again yonder little bird.”

With a swell of his wings he vanished in a flourish, leaving your heart spiraling under your ribs.

It stuck with you, in your mind always–he seemed to loom even if you were unable to see. He was a force ignorable as much as you wanted to; he made sure of that. He stares dominated your senses, even in the peaceful hours of the morning light, while the brooks babbled and the robins sang to their lovers; still in the silent crevices of the night as fear overtook the mind of you and your ward both. The thumming drum of your heartbeat rose to your head. 

And then he managed to catch your attention from the corner of your eye. You snapped around as the world seemed to spin on his own axis in a smooth lag.

“Quick as a whip are we?”

“Why are you still here?” You pressed, hands balled into your fists, pearlescent robes trapped between shaking fingers.

“You my dearest, why else?” 

“What else must I say? You’ve entranced me lovely.” He circled you, pulling your arms from their place at your sides. Kissing downward from your wrist and up to your cheeks, holding you still as you pulled against the reign of his arms. You snatched back your hands, regaining your sense grimacing at the beastly thing standing before you.

“You are an affront to all which is holy. You disgrace the heavens you claim as your own.”

“You’ve done it once more–that fire in your eyes, I want nothing more.” His voice let out in a cracked purr, slowly marching up to you as if you had not denied him mere moments ago.

“You know what I believe you to be, do not make me repeat again.”

“I am assured you will come to your senses in due time.”

You scoffed–laughed in his face, his grin dropped on a dime. His mouth muscled into an unamused grimace.

“Tell me, do you believe this to be entertaining? The things of the sort your beloved brother in the lord had taught you in all these years?”

“Keep his name off of your tongue!”

“Beloved, I have spoken nothing of the sort.” He took a seat on the roof of the building where you had both perched among the cool night air swaying past you.

“Whyfor must you make this so difficult for us?”

He turned back to you, his eyes pierced through your shallow veneer of confidence; your voice faltered when you tried to speak. You swallowed back your pitiful tears.

“Why?” Was the only thing that came out in turn, lowering your head towards your feet-quivering as you felt yourself nails digging in through the skin of your arms.

“Hm? “Why?”, why what dear, you must use your words. “What’s the point of this?”, “Why are you here?”. Come now dear, can you manage this, surely?”  His head tilted, hair rolling over his shoulder, a smile softing pulling back across his features.

“You’re taunting me.” Hands clenched, voice flat. 

“You malignant daemon!” You continued on. “You’re taunting me, you goddamned wretch!” You hollered.

You heard him chuckle, hiding his face from you before you saw him stand up, his back towards you.

“There is hardly use taunting you dear, but you have brought it upon yourself. You must concede–the fire on your tongue…” –He trails off devolving into curling and swaying hand gestures as the words find their way from the back of his throat.-- “Your irascible temper, it holds such myopic levity, and yet I am persuaded and enamored by it all that same.” 

“Or do you disagree darling?” You could taste rolling off his tongue, as he peered at you from over his shoulder, adorned with those same glistening locs catching the light of the setting sun.

Your face scrunched in detest, pulling your face away from his testing gaze with a nauseous tension pulling at the back of your throat. He cautiously walked towards you, head held high, and prepared for any objections you might have to his obnoxious proximity all things considered. His hand gilded atop your shoulder as he stepped behind you. You quickly snapped your head around to face him, but he corrected you gently–placing a hand against your cheek, moving it to face the subtle sunrise peeking overtop the buildings and hills, while his form remained in the corners of your vision.

“Are my advances not welcome? My arms, not kind? Are you not satisfied with my undivided devotion, ladybird?” His voice was saccharine, but the threats in his tone were not shielded from your ears, you were not a fool in his embrace. One hand of his came to grasp under your jaw, bringing you head under his as he pulled himself tighter to you.

And the other, outstretched–welcoming, beckoning for you to take hold.

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[fnafkididme]

Six x y/n

The Intruder slowly wrapped his arms around you as you lay in bed his body warm and comforting. You could feel his heart beating rapidly as he took a deep breath and nuzzled his head against your shoulder.

As his breath brushed against your skin, you could feel a surge of warmth spreading throughout your body. You let out a soft sigh and tightened your hold around him, feeling grateful for the intimacy and comfort he was offering you.

For what felt like an eternity, you both lay there, tangled in each other's arms, breathing in sync with one another. The room was quiet, and the only sound was the sound of the rain tapping against the glass.

Finally, the Intruder began to pull away, hesitantly. "I should probably let you go," he whispered, his voice soft and uncertain.

"Why?" you asked, your voice still thick with sleep. "I'm perfectly comfortable like this."

The Intruder chuckled, a low and slightly uneasy sound. "I just don't want you getting hurt," he said, his eyes full of worry.

"I trust you," you said, and the words came out with a confidence that even surprised you. You felt a surge of courage wash over you, and you tightened your hold around the Intruder, pulling him closer.

And in that moment, you knew that you were ready to face whatever the Intruder would throw your way. Because in his arms, you felt safe and protected, and that was all that mattered.

#mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue fanfic #the intruder #the mandela catalogue x reader

[missr3n3]

mandela catalogue enjoyers, pls reblog and put in the tags/reply with ur absolute favorite, underrated AU of the series!

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[neonnoir-ao3]

Helloooooo Tumblr!

After a long break from Ao3, I've returned with a vengeance!

Here's some of my newest works:

Sympathy for the Devil

Ship(s): Archangel Gabriel (The Mandela Catalogue)/Reader

Vibes: self-aware horror movie character, autistic-to-autistic conversation, a healthy dose of pop culture references mixed in with the nightmare hellscape of TMC

The Shrine of Your Lies

(spinoff of the Priest!Gabriel AU from Oh, Father by oneonedatrain8)

Ship(s): Archangel Gabriel (The Mandela Catalogue)/Reader

Vibes: hurt no comfort, emotional manipulation aftermath, angst, Hozier playing in an empty church during a thunderstorm type-beat, (it'll become hurt/comfort later)

Tales from 666 Magnolia Street

Ship(s): Archangel Gabriel/The Intruder (Six) (Stanley)

Vibes: slice-of-life, wholesome, heartfelt, Adam gets a new lease on life because in this universe he has two loving dads, also Gabriel is genderfluid here

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[banana-babies]

Clumsily, unknowing in his exploration, he pet over your neck and your breath shuddered momentarily, hand twitching around his hair. He tilted his head, eyes fixed on you and nothing else. “Would you like to be the be first human I tell my plan to?”

Read More on AO3

'Your True Savior' my Gabriel & Reader Mandela Catalogue fanfiction is up on AO3! Beautiful gift fanart by @intruwuder!

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[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

Incinerate Manipulation

In the meantime, Cesar let out a calm sigh as he put down the red telephone back into his spot. He hummed softly as he took off his black tuxedo, revealing a white, buttoned t-shirt, before he started washing the sleeves of the black tuxedo.

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, seeing that blood was being cleaned off as it cascaded down into the drain with water. He stared at it with cold, stoic eyes before his calm face turned into a sharp smirk.

"Hehehe." He laughed darkly, black substance cascading down his face as he wiped them away, his dark brown-colored eyes flickering to cold black.

"Hehehe... she's really a fool." He chuckled to himself darkly, washing off the blood from his palms that transitioned into black, discolored claws.

*HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!*

Suddenly, a TV in his room hissed loudly, its screen flickering to static before it showed a white void with a hooded silhouette standing there.

"Yo, Perpetrator." He waved from the television. "I take it that your little manipulation went well with that new girl in Mandela County?" He addressed the special Alternate who was washing his black tuxedo.

Cesar's smirk widened at the sight of the hooded figure on the TV screen, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, it went swimmingly," he replied, his voice oozing with false charm."Little Ms. Clean Bubbles fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker. She's a gullible little thing, isn't she? Humans are so sensitive and fragile~."

The hooded figure chuckled darkly, the sound echoing eerily through the room.

"Good. We need her out of the picture if we're going to proceed with our boss’s plans." His voice was a low rasp, tinged with a hint of excitement. "‘Gabriel’ has been… furious over the past 15 years since his minions kept getting killed off by… you-know-who."

“Lucifer?” The Perpetrator almost forgot that his boss was under the guise of Archangel Gabriel. “Ah, yes, that Celestial Artisan has been killing off Alternates for humanity. We have little success about 98.9% of the time when it comes to killing humans. So we’re usually the ones that have to do the job—not that I don’t mind it though.” He spat with disdain at the mention of what Intruder was talking about. “It’s been a big thorn on our side; no matter how many times we pick it, it only seems to dig deeper into the wound.”

“Indeed.”Intruder nodded in agreement. “And what of Mark and Cesar?” he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Do you think they suspect anything?”

The Perpetrator shrugged, his blackened claws flexing as he considered the question. “Mark is resilient, but he’s not immune to the same tactics that broke Clean Bubbles. He’ll be easier to deal with now that she is out of the picture. Isolated and vulnerable, he’ll fall into my trap soon enough.”

He grinned darkly. “As for Cesar, thanks to me, he’s already a goner with his mother. I’m surprised the Celestial Artisan didn’t intervene this time. But no matter, Cesar won’t be a bother anymore~”

The Intruder’s hooded silhouette nodded in approval. “Good. Good… We can’t afford any mistakes. The plan must proceed without a hitch to finally rid ourselves of the Celestial Artisan’s interference.” He hummed before silence befallen them. “…Speaking about that girl, Clean Bubbles—aside from her weird name and appearance—do you feel that there’s something different about her?”

“Hm? Why is that?” The special Alternate, under the guise of Cesar, asked.

“I… Well—we—Alternates and other humans, had never seen her before.” He shrugged. “She’s not well-known around the county, but it’s like she appeared out of thin air, just like the Celestial Artisan did. No Alternate has been able to track or find Clean Bubbles’s existence just at the same time the Celestial Artisan came by.”

The Perpetrator furrowed his brow, his claws tapping thoughtfully against the sink as he processed the Intruder's words. "Interesting observation," he mused, his voice low and contemplative. "It's true, Clean Bubbles seems to have appeared out of nowhere, without any trace of her existence prior to her arrival in Mandela County. It's almost as if she's... an anomaly."

The Intruder nodded slowly, his hooded silhouette swaying slightly as if lost in thought. "An anomaly indeed," he echoed, his voice heavy with intrigue. "But where did she come from? And why now, of all times? Something about her doesn't quite add up, something... off."

The Perpetrator's eyes gleamed with a dark light, his smirk widening into a malicious grin. "Perhaps she's a pawn in a larger game," he suggested, his voice dripping with sinister amusement. "Or perhaps... she's the key to defeating the Celestial Artisan."

"You really think that a mere human like her can be someone so... holy divine?" The Intruder's hooded silhouette seemed to lean closer to the screen, his voice barely above a whisper with a tinge of confusion. "She's just a mere mortal--not to mention human. No one can have power like the Celestial Artisan. Only that being can defeat Alternates, although I'm not entirely sure if it can defeat our boss."

"I highly doubt that, considering that Lucifer IS the god of hell." The Alternate, under the guise of Cesar, rolled his eyes. "The Celestial Artisan is just only a mere so-called 'God's Gift' and 'humanity's hope,' not a divine being."

"You think so?" Intruder raised an eyebrow. "We haven't confronted the Celestial Artisan before, but it seriously influences everyone and the Alternates. It's powerful enough to be on equal par on our level."

"But not Lucifer." He cut the hooded Alternate off. “He would’ve mentioned it to us sooner unless the Celestial Artisan is actually a scared entity that could do very little and make progress to stop us from killing humanity~.”

"You really think that a mere human like her can be someone so... holy divine?" Intruder raised an eyebrow at the implication.

“But that wouldn’t make sense. Mortal humans—they can’t obtain power—in a literal sense!”

“Well, perhaps not in the traditional sense,” the Perpetrator mused, his voice laced with intrigue. “But what if Clean Bubbles possesses something beyond mortal understanding? What if she holds the key to unlocking powers even the Celestial Artisan cannot comprehend?”

Intruder leaned back, his hooded silhouette swaying with the motion. “You’re suggesting that she’s some sort of... vessel? A conduit for powers beyond mortal ken?”

The Perpetrator nodded, his grin widening into a sinister smirk.

“Precisely. And if that’s the case, she could finally be the linchpin in our plans to rid ourselves of the Celestial Artisan’s interference.”

Intruder fell silent, his hooded figure seemingly lost in thought. “It’s an intriguing theory,” he conceded, his voice low and contemplative. “But how do we confirm it? How do we know if Clean Bubbles truly possesses these... extraordinary abilities?”

A wicked glint sparked in the Perpetrator’s eyes as he leaned closer to the screen.

“We test her,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “We push her to her limits, see what she’s capable of. And if she proves to be the key, we’ve been searching for...” He trailed off, a dark chuckle bubbling up from deep within his chest.

“Then we’ll finally have the means to overthrow the Celestial Artisan once and for all,” the Intruder finished, his voice tinged with excitement. “But we must proceed with caution. Clean Bubbles may be more than she appears, and underestimating her could be a fatal mistake.”

The Perpetrator nodded in agreement, his smirk morphing into a cold, calculating grin.

“Oh, I have no intention of underestimating her,” he replied, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “In fact, I look forward to seeing just how far she’ll go to protect her precious little world.”

With a final, wicked chuckle, the hooded figure on the screen disappeared into static, leaving the Perpetrator alone in his dimly lit room. But the anticipation in the air was palpable. A sense of excitement mingled with malice as he contemplated the role Clean Bubbles would play in their grand scheme.

A twisted smile curved his lips as he turned to the red telephone on the table. He murmured, his voice a sinister whisper lost in the shadows.

“Let the games begin,”

#OC #my ocs #mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue oc #mandela catalogue fanfic #mandela catalouge gabriel #Mandela catalogue intruder #an intruder #alt cesar #cesar torres #mark heathcliff #tmc cesar #tmc mark #Anon {Mandela Catalogue x OC!Reader}

[corvidaeconundrum]

Posting this here to hopefully get more potential traction on it since multitasking helps me get things done easier for some reason.

Mandela catalogue requests! Read the rules on the first page, and send some requests! You can do it in the asks here, or the comments of the fic itself :)

#corvidae writing #writing #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue fanfic #writing requests #self indulgence at its finest

[royal-daydream]

~Ritual Resurrection~

"The archangel Gabriel wakes up from his death and imprisonment and finds himself in a world beyond that of what he knew, With a duo of paranormal crusaders at his side, Turning their lives and what they knew themselves on their head as well."

Read the fic here v

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39331341/chapters/98428488

#themandelacatalogue #mandelacatalogueau #ritual resurrection au #archangel gabriel #archangel lucid #lucid au #adam murray #jonah marshall #mandela catalogue fanfic #fanfiction #toonbriel

[internet-sadass]

Deleting NSFW Mandela Catalogue fics

I’ll try to keep this as brief as possible but boy do i have a lot to get off my chest

So, basically, I have been writing TMC smut fics for a few weeks now but I  justified sexualizing these characters because ‘oh well that's just what happens online’ and ‘I cant help that I’m attracted to them’ and so on. I didn't really feel morally conflicted about it or felt I was doing much wrong. Until last night when I was completing another fic request and I just kind of...stopped and had this realization that what I'm doing is awful.

I'm going against Alex Kister’s wishes, I'm reducing his art to some stupid porn, I'm going against the wishes of this fandom. I'm being incredibly selfish and childish for turning a blind eye to Alex’s boundaries. I suddenly recognized how wrong this all is and I just felt utterly disgusted with myself.

I didn't get into TMC because I wanted to write about the characters in a sexual way. I got into it because I'm a long time fan of horror and ARGs. Hell, I even wrote an article about TMC for the magazine I work for since I thought it is an original and brilliant piece of horror. Yet, I’ve reduced it to fap material and shown a blatant disregard for its merits in doing so. And I just thought ‘what am I doing to this man’s passion project? Why am I reducing this series, this art, to some fuel for smut fanfics?’ 

Moreover, I used that ridiculous justification that because I'm attracted to some of the characters and others are, it’s ok to make that kind of content. Or, because I don’t write underage, inc*st, b*stiality etc. that I am not doing anything wrong. But, obviously, I am. I am purposely ignoring someone's boundaries. 

I'm not sure what flipped this switch in my mind but I'm glad it did. It feels like I’ve woken up and seen what a horrible mess I've made.

So, here’s where the conflict is. I spent hours and days writing those fics. A lot of care went into them, and deleting them would feel like I'm flushing all my work down the toilet, but at the same time, that is also very selfish of me. (i would appreciate advice on this, i am genuinely conflicted, so shoot me an anon ask or a DM or comment if you have advice). But I feel I should delete them as I NOW morally disagree with what I've been doing. I plan on deleting the fics by tomorrow (UK time)

To Alex (I know he wont see this, but regardless) I am deeply and truly sorry for the sheer disrespect I have shown you and your friends through creating this content. To the fandom, I am also deeply sorry for being part of the problem that is hurting this fandom. I do still want to be in this fandom and participate with cosplays, fanart, theories, AUs etc but I do not want to be so disrespectful to others and their boundaries. I hope I can be forgiven, but if not, I 100% understand why.

#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #tmc #tmcblr #tmc fanfic #mandela catalogue fanfic #yall have no idea how fucking bad i feel about this jesus #mandela catalog #the mandela catalog #mandela catalogue fandom #i am sorry for being part of the problem

[lovelybunn]

𝔐𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀 ℭ𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝔐𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .

← go back to navi...

if a character that you want from this fandom isn't here, please check the request rules then ask!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🗝 Ꮠ   . 🌖 ﹢

𝔄𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝔊𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋;

playing with his hair

ㅤ

𝔗𝐇𝐄 ℑ𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑;

nothing here... yet.

ㅤ

ℭ𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑 𝔗𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒;

nothing here... yet.

ㅤ

𝔐𝐀𝐑𝐊 ℌ𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅;

nothing here... yet.

ㅤ

𝔄𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝔐𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐘;

nothing here... yet.

ㅤ

𝔍𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐇 𝔐𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋;

nothing here... yet.

ㅤ

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[treatsf]

Hello! Uh— fun fact for all two of you who weren’t aware, I write fanfic based on my Mandela Catalogue AU, Treats’ Take! I wrote a new chapter of my oneshot / request book, and I’d appreciate if some of you guys read it (and maybe commented on it). Thank you!

(TWs in writing)

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[hanahaki-ghost]

#mandela catalogue #mandela catalouge au #mandela soulmate au #Mandela catalogue fanfic

[missr3n3]

content warnings: torture, gore (both in a dream sequence), ptsd flashbacks, referenced past torture, referenced self-harm

back at it again with the usual CDTA subject matter lol. this one shot includes adam having a rough night, sarah working through her past, and jonah and evelin running into a familiar face!

#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue fanfic #tmc fanfic #mandela catalogue au #tmc au #adam murray #jonah marshall #evelin miller #sarah heathcliff #cut down the altar au #r3n3 writings #also the damn thing is 6k words. im so sorry OTL

[pewter-yellows]

waiter! waiter! more media about the self-fulfilling degradation of someone's humanity after finding out they were never human, please!

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[trashyreptilian]

I rise from the shadows and arrive with art once again-

More interactions between Mark and Him, cuz' content of them on my blog is severely lacking believe it or not lmao,, So please, have a mini collage and 3 little random drawn out scenarios. :>

#guys- #i'm trying to psych myself up to write by drawing these two #been too damn long since the last part to my unfinished fanfic #best friend au #alternate universe #fan characters #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #him #mark heathcliff #my art