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yannisrandomstuff · 1 year

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Hey girly ! I was wondering If you could do me a favor and use that awesome skill of yours🫵, and please make me and make yan alt Cesar and Gabriel with Angel s/o who is incredibly oblivious. You don’t have to do this , you can add anything that makes you comfortable. Please take care of yourself and have a nice day or night.

-🫵👰‍♀️🎚️

Yandere Alternate Gabriel with An Angel s/o

I didn't include Alt Cesar since I don't write for him. Once again this blog is for Gabriel

Tw: possessiveness, control , toxic love, Alt Gabe being a jerk

It all started when you are created by God, you are one of the most divine being that he created. An Angel with 4 pairs of wings that shine under the moon. An angel with pure innocence, gentle and beauty.

Eventually you started to learn more about the God's creations, then you met him.

He is beautiful, he has 6 wings that the sunlight shine so bright. You learned that his name is Lucifer, the Morningstar.

In his eyes you are beautiful. He felt warm when he's with you, hearts beating faster whenever he's around with you but he keeps calm.

You are the most beautiful being after himself he ever saw.

Everytime that the two of you were together, you always seem to look at him with those mesmerizing eyes. Whenever you praised him with compliments instead of just saying thank you like he would do to any ordinary angels he returns the compliments to you with a heart warming smile.

And that moment he promised to himself. He will raised above God's power and have a throne for himself to rule the world, he also had an idea that he wanted you to be his Significant Other

Unfortunately his plans failed. And he thrown in the depths of the earth many angels saw his fall like lighting and he was never to be seen again. Or so they thought.

One day you were preparing the instruments for the choir for the angels to use when they sing. You can't help but remember Lucifer. He is one of the Singing Angels, it felt really different now that he was gone.

You bump into the Messenger of God Gabriel he asked you if you were alright, you assured him that you are fine. The two of you chat a bit he tells you some of his missions and jobs . The two of you are having a great time chatting it made you happy knowing that the angels did not hate you for your friends rebellion against God.

At that moment you felt something strange something not right at all you figure it out immediately Gabriel's Voice is much lower than usual you just brushed it off.

Strange things been happening lately, angels that you were close with have gone missing, you feel like you were being watched all the time. And your things have been disappearing. Gabriel seem to be much more clingy to you

Everynight you have a dream about someone telling you that he will comeback for you

And later on, Someone Overthrew God out of his position.

Every now and then you will always wake up with bite marks everywhere, mostly around your neck and inner thighs. Some of them have blood stains in them.

And also a bit wet down there.

Another familiar scent will always be in your body

After Gabriel successfully destroyed heaven, you and the other angels manage to survive including the other archangels. You weren't sure if Gabriel The Archangel have survived. (He didn't he's trapped lolol) you haven't seen him in centuries. And now you have been caught by him

he will lock you up in a fancy bird cage 5 times your size but and will always visit you

That bird cage is like a mini room, it had a bed, and furnitures and things that you love doing (like painting, creating songs, writing poems, and other angelic stuff)

This yandere will always in control, always controlling your every moves

He gets upset whenever you disobey him.

But he always make it up to you whenever he hurt you

He tends to be extra sweet and clingy around you when you obey him

He gets so happy when you talk to him and eat the food he makes for you.

He hopes that one day you will submit to him

He visualizes a family with you

And everyday will be the same

So you can't really survive this because he loved you so much that you cannot escape

Bro I'm back

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error4343 · 1 year

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Got a blast of insperstion from last Mandela vol. 4 stream from Wendigoon and luckly founded this challange(???) on Twitter.

Design notes (SPIOLERS ALERT)

Also, I`m sure, there will be a lots of typos and grammar mistakes, sorry for that :")

Gabriel

I got fixated on Wendigoon's description of Gabriel as the embodiment of the unholy, so I tried picture him as disgusting as I can.

Originally, I wanted to give him more wings and make him cover his face with them, as it mantioned on Bible, but in proccess the idea of blank stare hooked me more.

Also, I wanted to draw a blood marks, like somethimg crawled inside of Gabriels body, but felt like it was over the top in design aspect.

"Adam"

Again, the idea of drawing something from Mandela siries came to me after watching stream, so my personal opinion that Adam was an alternate since childhood, but forgot it somehow.

Sooo, after Intrider's call, he can deny truth anymore and starting to morf into his real form.

"Your skin is not your own" - this why his skin litteraly falling down from his body.

"Thatcher"

The only thing I really worked on while I was drawing was his eyes. Idk why, but the only thing in series what really scared me - eyes of alt Thatcher. They seem to be natural compared to other alternatives and this is fucking terrifying.

Intruder

A man sneaked into the house through the TV, kidnapped and replaced the child, killed the family, several cops and released another alternative into the world, but It didn`t stop me from drawing him as father-figure. Send help.

I just wanna make him a noodle man for no reason.

Preacher

As I believe, a true, full form of Adam. That`s why I add him teeth.

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the-rocket-scientist · 11 months

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Yandere! Alt. Gabriel X Reader (ROMANTIC) (Part 1)

Honestly I was waiting for this request to come while having no plot ready in mind Requested by Nadmur on AO3 Warning: gore, inhumane features, death, suicide, lengthy writing, kind of angsty? Not very heavy on angst tho (Alt. Gabriel = Lucifer Toonbriel = Gabriel)

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You are a child of a humble shepherd, and one of God's most devoted followers.

You held the Bible in your hands every morning and every night, and prayed to Him and glorified Him and asked for His mercy. Although your friends around you have scolded you for believing such lies, you only felt pity for them that they would end up in Hell if they kept denying the truth. You have tried countless of times to spread the word of God, the Gospel. But some people, like your friends, weren't so open to messages. There was word that spread around those days, the Son of God would descend from the Heavens and would be brought upon to Earth. But people were getting impatient and was losing their faith. You stayed strong, just like your mother and father. Your family wasn't the richest, as your mother made crafts and delicious goods to sell, and you had to admit, was one of the best items to be made and sold in this little countryside near Bethlehem.

One day, at night, your father was tending his flock, with his other shepherd friend. You were beside them and talking to your father's friend's daughter. Her name was Ruth, a nice young female from the midst of Bethlehem. Ruth had dark large irises with long lashes, long dark brown curly hair, and tan skin, a little plump and shorter than you. You and Ruth weren't just friends, you were best friends with her. She showed humbleness and kindness towards everyone, and was another devoted follower of the Father, their Lord. Ruth was the only person you felt the closest to, as your other friends weren't as close to God as both of you were. She was just more... easily approachable and non-judgemental than the others were.

Suddenly, the four was blinded by a bright light from the skies. Was this the birth of the Father's Son, and were they there to witness it with their very own eyes? Suddenly, from the skies a masculine voice rang out, echoing across the meadows heavily, yet light as a flute.

"Greetings!"

Your father and friend stumbled in terror and tripped over each other as you and Ruth looked up at the strange, spirits, hugging each other in fear. The spirits were humanoids with golden halos over their heads, clad in white and pale golden robes, with magnificent white wings outstretched behind their backs. One of them flew towards the humans and approached carefully, his figure illuminated by a golden light that he himself radiated alone brightly. He wore a white robe over his yellow one, had blue eyes, fair skin, and short orange curly hair. He looked beautiful, and pure and holy, and no human languages could describe these heavenly angels.

"Don't be afraid!" the spirit reassured, "I am the Archangel Gabriel, and I bring forth with great news of great joy, for you and all people."

The shepherds stood up and you and Ruth let go, but not before looking at each other in the eyes and holding hands tightly.

"Tonight, your savior was born in Davidstown," the angel continued on his message, "He is Christ, the Lord. You will find him wrapped in soft cloth and lying in a manger."

Then the spirits sing heavenly while they flew away into the midnight skies, and the four watched them fly away and get enveloped by white clouds. The shepherds look at one another, and shrug to each other. "We should visit Christ, the Lord," your father said to his friend. "We got the privilege to see our savior, so we shall go and see the birth of the Son."

"That I agree with," his friend agreed. He turned to you and Ruth. "Young ones, prepare the food and water, for we shall go our way to Davidstown, Bethlehem. We will go when you are ready whenever you are, but make haste."

"Yes, father," Ruth said obediently, and you slightly bowed in respect to the elderly. Both of you went back inside the house. "Oh my, I am rather feeling nervous," Ruth whispered to you as both of you started packing for a journey to the city. "For we are the first to get to see our true Savior? I can't believe my luck that has passed forth to me."

You agreed with her, whether you were anxious to meet him in person, in birth, or excited. Possibly both.

"I have finished, [Name]," Ruth informed you. "I shall be waiting for you outside, dear friend. Take your time as you may need." Then she left outside with a small bundle of bag, to help the shepherds herd their sheep in their pens.

You were almost done packing when you suddenly heard an eldritch sound and the skies suddenly darkened. The world visibly darkened before your eyes, and even though you could barely see in the dark, you could hear. The deafening silence that blanketed heavily in the air. You were curious, and fearful, but you had to see what was going on. So you recklessly ran outside, but then hid behind a rock closeby the shepherds and Ruth.

A pale, beautiful figure was in the sky, their face obscured by a black shadow. Their hair was long and wavy, apparently blond. They were clad in long, white robes that covered their feet yet they never seemed to get dirty from the soil. Their skin was pale and fair, their form slender. They seemed to look like the Archangel Gabriel, except more in a light grey monochromatic color scheme and the clothing was a little different. Their slinder, beautiful hands were clasped together as if desperate for a prayer.

But this wasn't a holy spirit.

"Do not be afraid, my dear shepherds."

Their raspy voice was whispery, trailing in the air with power despite the volume they were speaking in. Their pronunciation with words and accents were strange; some parts dragged out longer than usual or some words were pronounced strangely. Their voice did not sound humane, but they still sounded ethereal despite the strange conditions.

"I have great news."

You kept on eavesdropping.

"I am your true savior."

... What??

"I know everything about what makes you human."

The way the being said unnerved you down the spine, and you shivered in fear and discomfort. The air was suddenly much colder than before. Had it always been this cold under the beautiful night sky?

The shadow in their face cleared slowly, and underneath revealed a surprisingly elegant face: almond blue eyes, fair skin and high cheekbones.

"I know what you love."

Here the being smiled.

"I know what you dread."

Here the false angel's face suddenly stretches unnaturally wide, and in a blink of your eyes, their face had completely changed. Tall, elongated white eyes with pitch black irises with a huge, uncanny smile impossible for a human. You father, his fried, and Ruth covered their ears with their hands and bent over, kneeling in pain, screaming. You were also doing the same, feeling sharp pains stabbing in your mind through your ears. You were also screaming, but it was silent and your screams were unheard. You closed your eyes tightly.

"Jesus loves me, this I know!

"FOOȮ̴͓̯͚͉̥̈́͘Ọ̴̲͔͙̗͈̪͊̓͑͂͂̍̅O̷̲͙̊̔͒ͅO̴͖̎̾̐͛̄͒̃O̶̩͍̰̺͕̤̓̾̔͆̈̆͠ Ō̵̗̬̿̀̈̋̇̏̋ O̷̳̙͚͚̲͈̠͉̓̎Ó̸̧͉͕̗͓̳͌̇̆̅̕͝ O̶̙͚͌́̋͂̍̈́Ọ̵͉̳̫̻̯̈͂̊́͘ O̶̟͉̮̺̞̝̖̣͑̈́̈̾ Ǫ̵̨̳͍̩͙͙̤́́ Ŗ̵̧͉̹̈̆̆͂̇̆ O̷̧͙̓̂̈́̏͌̊͝R̶̺̗͠͠ R̷̩̫͍̬̅̑̓͆͑ Ŗ̵̲̲̤̿̍Ŕ̴̝̖͉̄ R̷̰͙͉̳̞͗̀̾̅̓̐̇͘R̶̨̨͔͍̼̺̟͌ Ŗ̴̛̪̗͍͙̆̈́͘ Ṟ̸͎͔͕͑̾̀̎͘͜ R̸̢̐̍͒̋͌͂̕͘ Ṟ̶̢̠͈̱͕͐̏͌̏͆̐͝ͅ R̷̯͈̭̦̹̖͑̂̔͑̏̎̇ Ṟ̶͓͓̣͚̜͆̌̐̽͐͠ R̵̤̊̈́̃̋͝ R̵̨̨̡͇̄ͅŖ̷͓̹̀̆̀̓̇̑͠R̴̨̛̘̰̘̯͔͈̳͊R̷̨̨͉̣̪̀R̷̜͎̯͓͇͔̖̃̀R̶̨͋̈́͑͑͑Ṙ̸̯͉̞͓͈̆̽̔̃̇̃-"

Then silence. The only thing you could hear was your own breath, panting from the adrenaline that shot through you.

Moments that seemed to last an eternity passed.

The pain that have shot up in your head and in your ears stopped. You slowly looked up while uncovering your ears. You saw three fallen human figures, the false angel nowhere to be seen, but the skies were still pitch dark. You ran over to them, and realized with a lurching horror all of them died, blood pouring from their eyes and ears, pooling underneath their heads. Your father had his eyes closed, and his friend stared off into the valleys blanky, which was a mercy.

But Ruth was staring, glassy eyed, right at you, her lifeless brown eyes boring into your own and burned into your mind. You couldn't move. It was as if she was blaming you that you couldn't stop her death. You couldn't breathe, as if someone was strangling you and sucking the breath out of you.

You felt like you were being watched by something else other than Ruth, but your legs gave in underneath you, and you collapsed onto your knees next to Ruth. Your dear friend Ruth. You felt your heart sink and hurt you as your emotions got wounded. You were deeply in grief, and anguished. Your best friend, taken away by that.. false angel.

Who were they, entitled enough to call themselves that they were the true savior, and proceed to take your loved ones away in a night?

How DARE they take away your own life you didn't expect would change this drastically?

You started to cry as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Why do you weep?"

You didn't answer, because you knew the false angel was back. You didn't know why. Maybe they wanted to deceive you into further damnation. Maybe they wanted to see your life fall apart and walk away from God by suicide. Or maybe they just simply wanted to see your suffering.

"Beautiful one, there is no need to stay melancholy. I shall be here for you."

You didn't answer yet again. You just ran back inside your home in desperation to get away from the false angel's attraction. They watched you go inside the house and slam the door. They knew exactly why you were acting like this, but they couldn't help that heavy hearted feeling for a moment when you ran away from them. But no matter. He knows what you love, and what you dread. They are in neither of that list, as far as they knew.

But even if by force, they'll make you love them. And only them.

. . . . .

You felt the constant feel of being watched after that incident happened.

Whenever you went, a pair of eyes always followed you, but when you looked around no one was watching you in particular. When you were alone on night streets it was even worse, even hearing an occasional footstep behind you every once in a while. Your paranoia increased, and you refused to leave your home now. You were scared, honestly; nothing had made you this much terror before. You prayed to God, in hopes of His protection against the fear you were feeling, but strangely, He was silent and never replied. Which was strange, as 90% of the time you prayed to Him you heard His voice directly speaking to you. But now as if He disappeared, or abandoned you, or He wasn't able to receive any prayers.

The situation only turned for the worse from here. You thought it couldn't get any worse, but it did. Rumors of these beings known as Alternates, were silently replacing humanity, most of the times without much notice. Some had witnessed a tall figure of a shadow with piercing white eyes. Others have seen the similar creatures turn into one of the people they have killed. These people barely came out alive. Reports of a strange grey angel was sometimes seen walking in the streets, but every time the people blinked the angel vanished from view, as if they were never there.

You knew what that meant.

But no, you would never commit (or try to) commit a sin. That would be against the Ten Commandments, against the word of God. You would try your best to maintain your faith on Him. This was probably just one of His tests on you to see if you could hold onto your humbleness, right?

Right?

You firmly believed in this until the false angel approached you in your home while you were sleeping. When you have opened your eyes, startled, you were even more shocked to see that this being was invading your bedroom. Those pale blue eyes, cold as ice and intense, boring into your own. Their beautiful face seemingly illuminating in the dark even though black shadows emitted from this creature.

"Greetings," they said in a whispery voice, sounding almost angelic, but you wouldn never forget that encounter that changed your life forever. "As you have already seen my true form, I will not conceal my true name from you. I am Lucifer of the fallen angels."

... wait.

Did this being just say...

Their name was Lucifer?

The infamous fallen angel known to have rebelled against God, and became the Deceiver, Satan himself?

"You seem quite surprised," Lucifer noted, mostly to himself. You were extremely confused. Yes, you were a very devoted follower of God, and expected that one day, Satan would come in a beautiful disguise and deceive you to turn away from the Lord. You heard of stories in the Bible where God would give permission to Satan to test their faith in the Heavenly Father, but you didn't expect Him to choose you as one of those beings. You were worth the time from the Devil himself to get personally deceived by him??

"I have come forth with wonderful news," Satan, or Lucifer, as he seems to be preferably called for now, spoke after watching you with careful eyes. He said this next sentence very carefully and slowly while watching your reaction. "I have decided... with lots of consideration and time put into the thoughts... that you shall become my apprentice... in the arts of deceiving and lies."

You stared back at him dumbly. What??? Not what you were expecting, but for the Lord you had to stay strong. You very politely declined his offer, despite the fearful stutterings you let out and a whimper of terror when he pursed his lips in slight impatience.

"Why do you deny me, young one?" He said calmly, his patience everlasting. "Why do you choose to live in darkness, when I could bring you forth into light? I wish only for the best of you, [Name]." Here you shudder, because how did this creep figure out what your name was? You've never introduced to him in your life. "Why do you deny me?"

Stay strong, [Name].

You told him the reasons why, nervously, knowing this choice would bring great consequences.

The false angel's face turned grim and dark.

"I am your Lord, my child," he said sternly with a cold voice. Every word could not be unheard, all the letters burned into your head and brightly displayed what he was telling you. Every single letter, sharp as knives, unescapable. "You shall be my apprentice no matter the choice you desire to make. I will make the choices for you that shall benefit your life one way or another. It is only for the best for you, after all."

You cried out in pain as Lucifer loomed over you, shadows dancing behind his form. You kept denying him, repeating the truth in the Scripture over and over again, in hopes the words from the Bible cleared your mind. Instead, it strangely had the opposite effect, fogging up your mind, and your consciousness fading to darkness. The last words before your eyes fluttered closed was from Lucifer.

"Sleep well, my love."

TO BE CONTINUED... in part 2

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(Edit: this is one of my most popular chapters written long ago. If you want to read the rest of the parts without waiting for upload go to my WATTPAD and AO3 account for more! :D)

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lumierexfics · 11 months

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Hii! I love how you write you are so good at it! Could I pretty please get some fan fic, for alt Gabe and real Gabe! Fighting over the same s/o?? If you don't want to write this that's 1000 percent ok! I hope u have a good day!

Ad astra per aspera

Alternative Gabriel x Reader x Real! Gabriel

a/n : thank you!! I’m glad you like my writing!! <3

CW : Description of injuries!

-> ao3 link

The thundering noise of crashing by your home, immediately woke you up from your slumber. Leaving the warmth comfort of your bed, lighting a candle and covering it with your hand to protect it from the cold air of the midnight.

You head toward the barn and hear sounds of crunching and unusual shrieks of something that you’ve never heard before. Looking up at the roof of the barn was the unusual size hole, seeing the sparking stars from the hole. You smelled something strange, it wasn’t the wax from the candle. It was the smell of blood.

It wasn’t an animal but an injured man whose back was torn to ribbons, from the candlelight was his back just covered in the golden blood. But it felt like something was burning holes in the back of your head, something else was inside your barn. Another animal, you thought.

You decided it was best to try and hurry to reach back home to try and help the wounded man.

It had been a couple of days since you had nursed the wounded man to health. He tried to help during his recovery, desperately trying to loosen the load of you caring for him at least he’d given you his name, Gabriel. You didn’t mind since it had been a long while since someone visited you in your small house.

Another strange event happened as it seemed that your sheep had somehow escaped from their flock shed.

You noticed one of the sheep standing still underneath a nearby tree. The night sky was an abyssal black, no stars remained since the night sky swallowed them whole.

The moonlight shimmered on the field, you walked through the field while you tried to lure the lone sheep back to the herd. But the sheep didn’t move, it just stood there and ate in the same spot, you tightly held the candelabra ignoring the melting wax that dribbled down the metal swirls from the intricate design. Yellow flickering hue of the candle seemed to be the only spot where light existed.

The tree whistled from the sudden air. You smiled, noticing the figure standing underneath the tree. It’s Gabriel, you thought which eased your worries. Gabriel pulled out an apple and outstretched his hand for you to grab. You got closer to him to accept the apple but stopped when the moonlight highlighted the features etched into his face. A smile that stretched out and empty eyes that stared at you similarly to an animal that awaited its next meal.

“Is there something wrong, dear shepherd?” Gabriel asked.

The sensation of the cold air seemingly trying to push you away from him but his tight gaze on you remained. Rendering you unable to move from his empty eyes. Your lungs tightened and Gabriel came closer, hot wax from the candlelight dribbled onto your shaking hand. The only light source was blown out, moonlight still etched his features. His cold hand planted itself onto your cheek, the empty eyes seemingly tried to mimic the emotion of caring.

Your head craned to the field where the moonlight highlighted the dismembered hand of Gabriel, still twitching. He let out a monstrous cry as the familiar pull from the real Gabriel led you away from the scene that unraveled. You turned to look back at the sight where Gabriel, whose face remained with a smile, stood still along with the still obedient sheep, the bones and flesh melded together to create a new hand.

“Dear shepherd,” he stated, far away yet it was so clear. “I will find you.”

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weird-addiction · 7 months

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God is Cruel to you, Not Me.

Pairing: House of the Dragon x Male!Targaryen!Reader x Mandela Catalogue Alt Gabriel

Genre: Crossover Angst

Warnings: self-hate, self-harming, guilt, mentions of childbirth death, masochistic tendencies, forcing religion onto someone, manipulation, happy ending for reader but everyone else suffers.

A/n: Final Repost of this. This is official post of this fic. @kawaiiskeletoneggsnerd

Westeros is known for having the religion of the Faith of the Seven, the Valyrians such as the Targaryens and Velaryons. They had the Valyrian gods of old to watch over them, it was always said the Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, they say that because of their dragons.

What if, it was not the dragons that made them closer to god, what if nothing made them closer to the gods.

Well. Except for one.

Y/n Targaryen.

He was known as the younger brother of Rhaenyra Targaryen, when he was born he took the life of both his mother Queen Aemma and his older twin Baelon Targaryen. When he was old enough to understand it, he began to blame himself for killing his mother as he made his way into the world.

The other thing about Y/n is that he was a dreamer, but not just any dreamer. His dreams were not of the future or about the present, it was about something completely different. The first one started at the age of seven, it was a dream of him standing in front of a tree. In front of the tree was a red apple, it was tempting to take a bite out of it. There was a faint voice pulling him ever so slightly forward, but he woke up before he could do anything.

Then the dreams would continue every night, every time he went into the dream he would walk a step forward, inching towards the apple.

Y/n would go to talk to his father about such dreams, Viserys did not fully understand his dreams as they were not the usual dreams of Targaryens that himself has experienced. During the days in the Red Keep, he would hear voices pulling him to places, sometimes he passed out and awake in his room with him on the floor.

He would pick the dagger his uncle Daemon had gifted him during his seventh name day, then begin to make marks on his arms just to relieve the pain he felt building up.

The scars would burn at first, but then he realized he liked the burns.

This was the way he grew up, soon it felt like normal, during nights sometimes he would wake up and see a tall figure at the foot of his bed. The figure was almost as tall as his room, it wore a white robe and had curly blonde hair. Sometimes, he could have sworn he saw wings.

Rhaenyra offered to take him to the sept to pray as to maybe to take his mind off things, but once Y/n even put one foot inside the sept he felt dizzy, like something was restraining him from going inside. He pushed back the feeling and continued in anyway.

“Even though our family worships the Valyrian gods, in Westeros we still have the Faith of the Seven. We should have both as we now live on these lands.” Rhaenyra said.

Y/n stayed silent before speaking, thinking over what he was going to say. “Are there…any other religions in Westeros?” His voice was soft as he turned to his sister.

“Not that I know of.” Rhaenyra then got into a prayer position, she gestured to Y/n to follow her actions.

She then began to pray under her breath, closing her eyes as she spoke to herself. Y/n also tried, but inside his head was something different, a different prayer was said.

‘Say it.’

“My lord, bless for all as I shall never stray. For my blood should be my own, no other gods shall see me bleed.” The words fell out of his lips so easily, he had no control of what he was even saying. And before he knew it, he was done.

And that is how many years passed, the years passed before his own eyes like a blur of colors. The prayer he continued to say over and over again every single night, the tragedies that befall on others, the drama within his family never got to him. It seemed like everyone else around him was miserable, it was he was the only one that was not punished by the gods.

On Driftmark, they were there to attend the funeral of Lady Laena Velayron. He stood next to his sister and his nephews, he kind of felt bored but he gave his best stance regardless. After the speech Vaemond gave, Y/n went over to his uncle Daemon.

“Uncle.” He said.

“Nephew.” Daemon replied back.

“I’m terribly sorry for your loss, I’m sure she was a good wife.”

A smile ghosted Daemon’s lips. “The gods can be cruel, especially to your father.”

Y/n wanted to laugh at that, he pushed back the feeling of it back down. “Yes, they have. Same with my sister. And even you, uncle.”

Daemon had confusion on his mind. “And you?” He asked his nephew.

“Not that I could think of. Nothing has been bad for me in recent years.” Y/n dipped his head slightly, looking out to the ocean.

“Nothing good ever comes to us Targaryens. Every time a Targaryen is born they say the gods flip a coin. If they flipped to the good side, the bad will still be present regardless.” Daemon downed his wine from his goblet in one go.

“What if the gods are just not cruel to me?” Y/n asked with curiosity, his eyes watched the tides below.

“Why don’t you ask your cunt of a step-mother? I am sure that she knows about the ‘higher authority’. Faith and all that.” Daemon lets out a smile, in which Y/n returns to him.

“I doubt she can help me.”

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He went to bed early that night, having the same dream again but this time he was right in front of the apple.

Y/n picked it up without much of another thought, then he took a bite out of it. There was a tree that was planted in front of him, and behind it, a boney pale hand reached out to him, telling him to take its hand.

His body moved on his own as he took it, then everything faded to black.

Y/n felt someone shaking him awake, it was a guard telling him something had happened. He got dressed quickly and went downstairs. Turns out his half-brother Aemond had his eye taken out.

Once he saw how Aemond was sitting in a chair getting stitches, he wanted to care but he just really could not feel any empathy for him. Once again, such events passed with flying colors as before he realized he was already back home in King’s Landing.

His sister, Rhaenyra has distanced herself and has decided to move to Dragonstone. Y/n stayed as in King’s Landing.

Time passed quickly, and soon six years went by and his sister was back to defend Luke’s claim to Driftmark. He avoided the whole thing that was happening in the throne room, he wandered off to the sept again to pray.

Y/n did not know how much time had passed, but Alicent, his step mother, had come to see him in the sept.

“I did not know you came into the sept, I always thought you and Rhaenyra worshipped the Valyrian gods.” Alicent said, walking in while her arms held each other.

“I do not know anything about the Valyrian gods of old, nor do I know anything of the Faith of the Seven. I have never even once looked at the Seven-pointed-star.” He continued to stay in the prayer position of being on his knees.

“Then why do you come into the sept, there is no reason for you to pray to.”

Y/n stood up, his eyes held a dark glint in them. “There is someone else I pray to.”

“Y/n.” He heard being called, looking over to see his sister at the arched doorway of the sept. “Nyra..” He called his sister’s nickname as she walked over.

“I knew I would find you here, though you have told me you don’t know the faith. We worship the Valyrian gods, you know that. It is our heritage.” Rhaenyra held his shoulders in a comforting manner.

“If Y/n is a prince of the Iron Throne, it is best for him to know the religion of Westeros after all.” Alicent spoke as she watched the sister and brother standing by each other.

Rhaenyra gave Alicent a harsh stare. “My brother is of Targaryen descent, from the times of Old Valyria. He should know the Valyrian gods.”

Silence ensued as the two women stared at each other. It was the prince that stood between that broke the silence.

“Then, I guess I failed as a Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean brother?”

Y/n walked over to where the candles casted shadows onto the walls, standing in the said shadows as he clasped his hands together in a prayer position. “But now, I belong to him.” The shadows behind him begin to shift and turn into something else.

The figure the shadows shifted into was tall, the silhouette on the walls, soon three pairs of what seemed to be feathered wings sprouted from its back. The face soon had shadows cleared to show eyes and a mouth. The eyes of the shadow were stretched and the mouth was also very wide, the arch of the smile went from eye to eye.

The queen and the princess both could do nothing as they saw the shadow. The lighting soon returned to normal as Y/n turned to leave.

Over the next couple of weeks Alicent avoided her stepson like the plague, she could not get that image of them in the sept out of her mind. Everytime during meal time she prayed to the seven for their guidance and their blessing to set Y/n free of it. One night at supper, he heard her praying and leaned over to say something to her.

“You think the gods have been cruel to me?” He asked Alicent with a smile, the queen looked at him with confusion.

“Think again.” He drinks the wine from his goblet. “The gods have been cruel to you, not me.”

Y/n did not speak to her for the rest of the night, but Alicent on the other hand was even more scared than she had ever been in her life now. Is what he said true? Were the gods just cruel to her?

Y/n went on with his days as usual, until one day he saw someone new in court. A new man in court that somehow worked his way up in his father’s small council, when Y/n saw him for the first time he felt a sense of familiarity.

The male looked ethereal, like a true god that has fallen from the stars. He was tall, easily at least 6ft, blonde curly hair that shaped his face and fell around his neck and shoulders like a curtain, he had ocean blue eyes that seemed to pull him in.

The man looked too familiar to a certain someone from his dreams, the one whom he took the hand of years ago, the same hand that came from behind the tree, the one where the apple fell from. Y/n felt drawn to him at first glance, he saw the man during a small council meeting, when the council was done Y/n left fast.

Once he got back to his room, his face felt like it was burning. Deciding to get some fresh air he walked to the garden, but on the way he bumped into someone. Surprise, surprise it was the same lord that he was trying to get away from. Now that he thought about it, the lord in front of him looked too perfect, it was unnatural in a way, it was not human.

“My prince, I’m so sorry. I did not see you.” The unnamed lord held his hand out for the prince to take.

Deja Vu hit Y/n like a storm, the same hand, from the same dream, now he was sure something was wrong. He took the hand getting himself up to his feet again. “It is alright, I was just going for a walk.”

“Oh? May I join you?” The older one asked. “Of course.” Y/n could only accept the offer as he walked towards the garden again, this time with someone behind him.

Once they made it to the garden, Y/n wandered mindlessly. Until he decided to sit on one of the turf benches, the unnamed lord followed him and sat next to him.

“I have not introduced myself. I am Lord Gabriel of House Seraphthrone.” Gabriel said with a smile.

“House Seraphthrone? I have not heard of this house before? Where does it reside?” Y/n’s curiosity has now peaked.

“My house resides on the edge between the Riverlands where the Tullys are, and the north where the Starks live. But also somewhat close to where House Arryn resides.” Gabriel’s smile did not leave his face.

“Huh. I would like to see it sometime.”

They continued to talk as he escorted Y/n back to his room, but when they got there, Gabriel was hesitant to leave.

“What is it? Something wrong lord Gabriel?”

“Nothing. Just…this..” Gabriel’s hand went to the underside of Y/n’s chin, making him look at him.

“You really are beautiful..” Was all the lord said before he turned on his heels and left.

Y/n was left stunned with that, retreating back into his room and left to contemplate what in the seven hells he just went through. That was not the last time he would see Gabriel.

Throughout the next weeks and even months, Gabriel would continue to be in his company. At times, the lord would even bring the prince gifts and even new sets of robes and clothes for his wardrobe. Soon, the robes he wore of his own house were not only black and red, but also with the white robes from house Seraphthrone.

When the days went by, Y/n would continue to pray not knowing the god he prayed to was the one that hung around him all day. Slowly but surely, Y/n had begun to fall in love with the lord, and Gabriel knew this well.

Gabriel had deceived everyone within court, hell, even everyone in Westeros. No one said a single thing as his house had risen through many other houses, along with him working his way up in the King’s court. He deceived everyone’s weak minds, including the sweet prince that was so naive to pray to him when he whispered it into his ear for the first time.

But soon, he had to come clean about who he was. And when did, it was a reaction he did not expect. Y/n was practically overjoyed and hugged him tight.

“You’re the god I have been praying to? Then I guess I am one lucky dragon am I not?” Y/n said with a smile on his face.

On the inside, Gabriel now knew he had someone that could do his bidding no matter what, which means he could destroy House Targaryen from the inside. Little by little, Y/n did what was asked of him, slowly tearing the family more apart. It got to the point where he started to realize it, but what could he do now, nothing. He kind of liked it anyway.

When the blacks and the greens were very clearly divided, Y/n was on his sister’s side of course, but he also wished he was not part of this.

“Then you know what to do.” Was the only words Gabriel had said to him before leaving his chambers.

Taking heavy breaths as Y/n grabbed the dagger that sat on his nightstand, unsheathing the blade and gripping it within his hands. The dagger then went through his stomach, it was less pain than he thought it would be. And to mark the final blow, he slit his own throat.

Letting go of the weapon and as it dropped to the floor his eyes rolled to the back of his head, also falling to the floor as his blood pooled around him and under him. Taking one last breath as he closed his eyes. Gabriel then came into the room seeing the prince dead in his own blood, putting his cold hand on Y/n’s forehead as he muttered a spell. The ‘angel’ then disappeared into white mist, as the only thing left in the room was Y/n’s body that was slowly going cold and the weapon of his suicide.

Hours later, Rhaenyra went to check up on her brother only to let out a blood curdling scream. Guards and Daemon soon flocked to her side seeing the prince’s dead body, Daemon took his wife away as the guards took care of the body.

Daemon thought the greens had done it, well others say there was a traitor in the guards, very few said it was suicide. Deep down, Rhaenyra knew it was most likely suicide, no murderer would leave behind their weapon, and the dagger that they found next to him was one of the prince’s own.

The dance of the dragons would start, Rhaenyra would avenge both her son Lucerys and her brother. A son for a son, a brother for a brother.

Y/n’s spirit has been guided to a different realm, to a place that looked like heaven and paradise, but just slightly darker. This. Was Gabriel’s realm.

It allowed him to see what was going on below in Westeros, he watched the war rage on in rather amusement. He became a lover to the god he worshipped.

How sad. That everyone else had a bad ending, he had a good one.

God was indeed cruel, but not to him.

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aloevhello · 7 months

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In ATSV, Miguel looks at a video of himself with Gabriella and at first glance it looks like our Miguel. However, it’s actually alt Miguel since that video shows him having brown eyes while our Miguel has red eyes which are a result of his spider powers. I figure this means that alt Miguel never became Spider-Man likely because he quit Alchemax, as the lab experiment there is why his transformation occurred in the first place.

Additionally, with alt Miguel having a family it indicates that this dimension is where Miguel (who was in a love triangle in the 90’s comics) chose Xina over Dana and in turn chose Xina over Alchemax. Xina and Miguel were very much in the trajectory of having a future together aka have a family before their fallout regarding Dana and Alchemax occurred. With alt Miguel choosing Xina and sticking to this trajectory, he was able to live the life our Miguel wanted to live if he didn’t give into fear and his need for stability.

Thus, when our Miguel sees alt Miguel getting killed, he sees an opening for himself to correct his prior wrongs: choosing Alchemax and losing Xina. I also figure Miguel jumping dimensions is how he’ll correct the wrongs enacted upon him in his past as him fulfilling Gabriella’s father role could be a way for him to reconcile having an abusive father in his childhood. I think BTSV will expand upon this point by revealing his true comic origins and show that him losing his interpersonal relationships (ie Gabriel and Xina) and making up for past mistakes and trauma is the reason why he left his home dimension.

I just hope at the end of BTSV, Miguel gets to go back to home dimension and see that his relationships with the people he cares about most, Gabriel and Xina, can be fixable. Additionally, I hope he realizes that he can still build the future that alt Miguel had with Xina, which includes him embracing his Spider-Man identity in that future as well.

#I’m not sure if this has already been deduced out in the fandom #but this more of my prediction/manifestation post for Miguel in Beyond #miguel o'hara #xina kwan #xinamiguel #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #spiderverse

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kkennzzi · 7 months

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very oddly specific ultrakill headcanon post that nobody will probably care about nor has anyone else ever probably thought about (that i am only makinf for the sole purpose of combining two interests)

BUT. assigning ultrakill characters guitars. hi (guitar names in alt)

also i was like half asleep while writing this

V1 and V2

i figured itd only be fitting to give v1 a guitar with a flying v shape (haha get it. bc v. and v1 has wings. flying v. im so funny i know), i was debating between that, a warlock, or a gibson explorer but ultimately decided on this one

as for v2, v2 honestly just seems more like a bass than guitar kinda guy idk, i wouldve went with a bass with a flying v shape like v1’s but i couldnt rlly think of any thatd fit well enough so i settled for the warlock :p still cool as hell tho

(also i feel i should mention, there js a candy apple red variant of the guitar i assigned v1 so that could also be another v2 idea idk)

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Mirage

ok i have MULTIPLE for her. bear with me pls

mirage absolutely seems like a nirvana enjoyer. she’d definitely have a jaguar or mustang, maybe even a jagstang or just in general a kurt cobain guitar of some kind

(either that or a classic black fender strat tbh, basic but still a good and versatile guitar 👍) ((maybe even a tele???? idk either suit her and how id imagine her playing style would be))

out of all the characters she honestly seems the most like someone who would play LMAOOO she either has just one of the previously mentioned guitars or all of them. no inbetween

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Gabriel

ok i think this ones pretty self explanatory but

yeah. probably an obvious choice but Come On tell me you cant see him absolutely fucking shredding divine intervention on this (also oh my god this is such a fucking gorgeous guitar. need.)

BONUS (funnier option): he’d have a yamaha acoustic and would only know how to play wonderwall and/or the stairway to heaven riff (he gets kicked out of guitar center all the time and has no idea why) /j

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Minos

i chose an explorer for him mostly bc the shape just gives me minos vibes???? idk??

in all honesty he doesn’t seem much like the type to play guitar, let alone electric, so i mostly chose this one based on looks/vibes bc i have no ideas for him oops (i feel like he’d prefer more classical instruments like violin, piano, etc.)

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Sisyphus

again i mostly chose these bc of how they look but honestly? i could see him playing these idk im out of things to say girl help

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anyways yea 👍 i hope you enjoyed my silly rambling i migjt do more characters eventually but i dont have ideas rn

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grzybjek · 11 months

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for some reason i cant answer this ask directly BUT thank u user @honestlytastygayasstrash for the ask now get ready for the longest post ill ever write. I fucking love talking about my characters.

here they are. my scrimblos. :

Antek, token cis white man of the group: -ISFJ, he/him, age is around 18, listens to ABBA, Queen, Modern Talking, Manaam, Obywatel GC, Lady Pank and Depeche Mode.

(i think i wrote it on his ref sheet but he got his scar by simply tripping over a cupboard as a child. He doesnt tell anyone about this though and always comes up with different stories about how he got the scar. So some people think he got it by winning a bear fight or fighting a drunk old man)

-he is a fucking menace. and i mean it. most insane man on earth that always tries to grab others attention in the most dangerous and stupid ways imaginable. Also uses alcohol as his weapon to look and act more cool and always fails miserably. Hes also very noncommittal and always switches out the people that he talks to after a week, simply because he doesnt feel comfortable with anyone. But he still loves getting attention from others so he keeps getting into these relationships just to drop them later. Theres something different about Bianka and Gabriel though and thats why theyre friends. and I think his pinterest board explains his personality better than i ever will

and some fun facts! hes surprisingly good at cooking and is the only one in the group that knows how to drive a car.

if it comes to Bianka shes my favorite goth woman ever. Here is some info about her: -ENTJ, she/them, is around 17, listens to Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus, Sisters of Mercy, Myslovitz, Republika, Depeche Mode and The Cure.

-Obviously shes recognized mostly for her gothic makeup which I absolutely love drawing. And shes goth herself, and is even in a gothic punk band! The band members include her, as the bassist, Helena as the singer, Janek as the drummer and Antek used to play the keyboard before they kicked him out.

And this is how I imagine them:-) just two alt girls and just some guy. Love them

-Bianka is the most confident out of everyone in the group, even Antek who's all over the place. She knows when to stop talking unlike him though. However her being confident doesnt mean she likes being in the spotlight, in fact, she absolutely hates it. She hates that everyone is always listening to her and whenever she walks in the room all eyes are on her. So most of the times she just wants to hide and spends time in her little circle of friends, but if theres an emergency then shes the first one to intervene. She also has a very weird moral compass just like Helena so theyre best friends, obviously.

Literally her. A fun fact about her is that she has like four Siouxsie and the Banshees posters in her room and owns a golden retriver which I didnt name yet.

oh and i forgot to mention but Bianka has Chinese ancestors and has a lot of chinese facial features that I always fail to draw because I focus on her makeup too much.

The last one is Gabriel, miserable ginger guy whos also the main character of the plot and yet i know so little about him. Im still figuring out his personality honestly. Anyhow:

-ISFP, he/him, age 17, listens to Tame Impala, Gorillaz, The Strokes, MGMT, David Bowie, Dolly Parton and Depeche Mode. All three of them are Depeche Mode fans.

-As I mentioned I know very little about him. But I think hes more of watcher of the world around him than a member of it. He's mostly quiet because he cant figure out when its the best time to speak, unfortunately that also means he keeps his best jokes to himself. Hes also mostly dissociated from the world and tries to be an active member of it so bad that he always ends up doing stupid things or hurting himself in the process. I think its just safe to say hes still figuring out his place in the world, and because the world around him confuses him so much he holds onto safe memories most of the time. Thats why hes a photographer and likes catching all of the important moments of life on camera, its like a comforting feeling for him. Hes also very irrational and a people pleaser but i blame it on his undiagnosed AuDHD honestly.

questionable pinterest board explains his personality well too

-as hes the narrator of the story, its very important to mention hes a queer character. I avoided talking about the queernes of others characters on purpose, since its an important part of their story that i dont want to share yet but without any context ill just say that Gabriel is a trans man and bisexual!

as for fun facts he owns a cat named Felek, really likes green olives and lives with his grandparents. Antek also taught him how to drive a car but he never put that info in use.

AND HERE COMES MY FAVORITE PART!!!! ILL EXPLAIN THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN THEM ALL!!!

starting with Gabriel and Nastka, whom I didnt mention in this post as shes just a side character, its important to know that these two are childhood friends. Theyre not that close anymore, their relationship disappeared as time went on, but they both keep each other in their memories and think about each other a lot. They both nicknamed each other after Dead Poets Society characters too, so Nastka never calls Gabriel by his name, but Todd. Theyre also neighbours and share a balcony. Sometimes they meet there as theyre hanging up clothes to dry and just exchange smiles.

The relationship between Gabriel and Antek is more complicated. They met on a party once and never got to know each other better, but couldnt stop thinking about each other. Gabriel just knows about Antek from Bianka's stories and vice versa, and whenever they meet everyone thinks theyre best friends because of how well they can get along without even knowing a thing about themselves. They always end up dancing together on parties, going on walks at night and talking about their favorite books somewhere in the corner, having deep conversations about their views of life but they never ask each other personal questions and if you ask one of them to say whats their favorite color, they wouldnt know. I like to think the universe never gave them a chance to know each other better because if it did theyd be too powerful together. Maybe if they got to know each other better theyd be more than friends.

Bianka and Anteks relationship is pretty similar to the relationship between Gabriel and Nastka. Theyre also childhood best friends and first met each other in the counselors office in 6th grade as Bianka tried to beat someone up for being mean to Antek, a guy she didnt even know yet. She just needed an excuse to get in a fight with some boys that she didnt like and somehow made a best friend ten minutes later. Since then theyve been on and off, sometimes splitting up for months at a time and going back to each other to spill everything theyve learned while they were away. They always find support in each other even if they cant understand each other that well and are total opposites. Somehow Bianka always finds a way to cheer up Antek, even if shes the one to make him feel bad in the first place.

Antek was the first one to suggest they should make a band, and they tried several times until they ended up with Helena and Janek which I previously mentioned.

And the last one, Bianka and Gabriels dynamic..... its very cute actually. Bianka is the first person to show Gabriel the world around him and introduce him to new possibilities. She showed him goth dance moves and helped him find his taste in music. They met in high school as they sat together in math class and if not Bianka being confident and immediately accepting Gabriel as her friend, hed never speak to her. He probably still thinks shes too cool for him, but is very happy to have her as a friend anyway even if he feels belittled by her sometimes. Feeling belittled is why Gabriel usually doesnt speak to her first and waits until she does it first. They often do sleepovers where they watch all of their favorite movies for the tenth time.

Also they all have friendship bracelets. All three of them.

I dont know what else I could talk about so i think thats all!! Thats still such a long post I hope someone actually reads it. Thank you for asking about them I had so much fun writing this<3

I also purposefully avoided talking about the plot of Migawka because I want to keep it a secret. I really want to write a book or a comic one day with all three of the characters and so I wanna keep the plot to myself until I finish writing.

anyhow, heres migawkas pinterest board.

https://pin.it/7tFnFoH

#promised oc content finally #there is no way grzybjek talks about their ocs

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