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#and then she meets gabriel
whenfatecollides · 1 year
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Xena Warrior Princess 6x9 Return of the Valkyrie
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starguardianniom · 6 months
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Season 6 reveal?
Will probably happen since Monarch is gone, right Marinette?
Cause I can just imagine Chat Noir asking Ladybug who was Monarch before they reveal themselves, and Ladybug explains to him in great details that he was Gabriel Agreste and how he was dying and wanted to resurect his wife and stuff.
Meanwhile Chat Noir looks like this:
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Cue Lila/Cerise/Iris/Chrysalis first akuma coming and him being her first minion.
Meanwhile Ladybug:
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logically-asexual · 6 months
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so these frames gave the idea that there was some love triangle going on there (mostly because of nathalie’s shocked face in the second memory) while there actually wasn’t, because we later find that gabriel and emilie were already together then and not only falling in love. but here’s how i make sense of them:
in my head the timeline is that gabriel got together with emilie when they were like in their early 20’s. emilie left her family and gabriel began his business soon after and then they decided to have a child at around 25, but they couldn’t so they began their hunt a few years after. maybe gabriel is like 30.
this is when they meet nathalie who despite being very young is super talented and knows a lot so she’s perfect for the job and she’s like 21-23.
and the thing about this age is that. you’re kind of swinging back and forth between feeling like a teenager and feeling like an adult. so, like a teenager, you can still get these kind of naive crushes on older people, which aren’t actually love but infatuation, but as an adult, you start seeing these older people more as your peers, actually, so things can get confusing.
so this is what happens to nathalie when she feels attracted to gabriel. and sometimes her subconscious forgets that this isn’t college anymore, where someone having a girlfriend/boyfriend didn’t mean they couldn’t be available at some point later. she has to actively remind herself that she can’t have hope because he is married.
but she’s a romantic and one day there’s this moment when it’s just the two of them and they work so well together and rational thought goes out the window for a while because there’s a connection. and in her heart something shifts and for a moment it gets convinced that it’s possible, she and gabriel. but soon enough it all comes crashing down when they come back and she’s like oh right. emilie exists. and we’re adults. and they’re a literal married couple.
but still that little thing that shifted that day perseveres, even as she grows up and matures. her feelings that began as simply idolizing gabriel evolve to the constant background love she has no option but getting used to. and then they resurface when she’s helping him get the miraculous, when she can’t dismiss them as a childish admiration anymore.
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just-an-enby-lemon · 11 months
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Okay, I just found out that historically Mary was between fourteen and fiteen yo when the archangel Gabriel gave her the pregnancy news. My whole Jesus is somewhat real on Good Omens so how did THAT conversation went made me actually more curious now because it's not only Good Omens Gabriel gives bonkers news to a human but Good Omens Gabriel gives bonkers news to a teenager.
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endlessnightarts · 1 year
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Obsessed with increasingly comedic versions of the actual introductions between Louis and Gabrielle after the concert.
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wikagirl · 4 months
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A visitor aboard the vessel
Note: ummmmm head up this is really shit probably, I wrote this in like an hour and just kinda ran it through a spellcheck because I am dyslecix so proofreading is useless if I do it. Anyways have fun.
His bare feet were cold against the creaking floorboards, she allowed no shoes inside her cabin space and as it was her home, he would respect it.
The old galleons' interior was worn down by the ages and yet undeniably loved and cared for. Stains and marks covered the recently waxed and polished table of the small kitchen corner connected to the crammed space filled with bunks and hammocks one room over, only separated by a torn and tattered curtain which had been delicately stitched together with thread of various colours and strength.
He found himself at her table more often with the decline of humanity, and could you blame him? She was the most supreme of her kind, always in the know about what the other lesser ones were up to, always watching and taking note of their whims and woes. Sometimes she'd even allow one of them aboard, to mend their broken oars and stitch their cloth, all for the right price, of course. So who better to come to when you wish to inquire about their wellbeing?
Out of all her peers, she seemed to be the least affected by the fall of mankind. Where the others wandered the starless sea, seeking new purpose and fighting each other for power, she simply sailed. Sailed as far as the storms would carry her vessel, simply enjoying the peace.
She had always been a curious one, so much unlike the others. Her ship has not seen any improvements in centuries in terms of practicality; instead, she chose to decorate it, make it a home rather than a tool.
Her decks weren't empty either; others of her kind were very territorial over their vessels, murdering without thought to keep away anyone that wasn't paying for the crossing upon their decks, yet she had a companion.
A smaller one of her kind, the smallest in fact, the little ones holy cloth stitched just as carefully as the curtains to hold onto their tiny body as the wind desperately tried to tear it away from them while they kept watch in the crow's nest, their very own little gondola safely attached to the side of the ship in place of a lifeboat.
But the thing that set her apart the most from the others, at least to him, was that unlike the others, she was still undeniably human.
Sure, just like the others, she had torn off her skin and flesh, disfigured herself to distance herself from the life she walked before, to become something different. And yet, she was still....her. The others all took on the mantle of ferryman, stripping themselves of individuality as they became one of many others, working in heaven's service to repent for their sins in life.
And here she was, declaring herself something other than the mass. Ferrymother is what the others call her, and she carries the name with pride. A mother. Something undeniably human. But still, when asked, she denies still being human at all. So...
"...why?"
"Why what, dear?" she spoke, lazy amusement lacing her tone as she passed a little golden coin between her bony fingers as she sat relaxed, her head lazily resting on her other hand and her legs crossed in a somewhat slumped, almost bored, position. Her holy cloth veiled her face, but yet he could tell from just the smallest incline of her head that she had turned her attention from the coin to her visitor. "Has the mighty Father never taught you to speak in full sentences?"
“Why insist on calling yourself a mother when you hate what you were when you were human so much?"
The coin briefly stopped in its ever looping journey across her knuckles but quickly resumed with it's stoft clacking noise as it traveled over the old bones of the womans hand. She laughed and sent the coin skyward with a flip of her thumb, letting it clatter to the table where it danced until it eventually fell flat.
"Because unlike the other ferrymen, I do not regret the life I lived and I chose to be here." she said, her head turning to the entry way to the small room. the wall around the doorway was plastered with picture frames, some contained old and yellowed maps of places on the once so green and beautiful earth, others contained paintings of landscapes, some few ones had handwritten letters with faded ink in them, and hidden amonst these yellowed parchments and cracked canvases, a piece of heavenly scripture.
She pointed towards the frame containing the noticably less withered piece of text, the parchment still shone white and bright, the black ink had a soft golden shimmer to its colour and, at the very bottom, a familiar looking big swirly signature and a seal in red wax.
"A written confirmation that I cast myself into hell, choosing to forego the privelage of serving heaven as a virtue. Your brother Michael was the one who signed it." she explained "It simply seemed unfair to me that I should be allowed in heaven for slaying a flase prophet who abused the fear of god in others to oppress and abuse them while others were cast into hell for the same reason, the only difference being that the false prophet they slayed was turning his absue against those who believed in different gods. So I came down here, to give comfort to those that I feel have been sent here unjustifed and give guidence to the ones that are yet to come...or at least that's what I used to do until..." She flapped her hand around the air, a broad guesture towards the complete chaos that had spread through gods creation since the father had left and humanity had fallen.
The lost virtue was a legend in both heaven and hell alike. There are many romours about what she had been in life, some say she had been a heathen warmother who turned to god, others claim her to be a generous nun filled with devotion to her lord and nobody else, many tales had been told about her to various degrees of credibility. The only thing they all had in common was her kindess and love for the people, and her fearless pursuit of justice towards those who dared turn against their brethren for self-enrichment.
Her guest had heard many variantons of the tales about her but never would he have thought that she would have laid down her heavenly body along side her descent into hell.
The chair under her creaked as she leaned back, her gaze resting longingly on those owrn out paintings and papers "Surely you remember it well, the battle it took for heaven to let everyone in that lived a true and honest life, regardless of belief or status.....after all you were the one who fought it." An amused chuff is all her visitor gave in response.
She picked up the coin once more, returning to passing it between her fingers "I think your time is up. It seems they have gotten impatient with your absence.“ she said, pointing out the small milky window behind her visitor out the back end of the ship while holding the coin between her bony knuckles. A small blue orb wrapped in a golden chain could be seen fluttering through the rain, zipping about like a disoriented hummingbird, undoubltedly searching for the womans visitor.
"I guess it is." he answered as he rose up from his seat.
The hostess led her guest through the hallways of the ship, up to the little door just one level below her captain's cabin, connecting the ship's belly to the upper deck.
"I once again have to thank you for your hospitality. Fare well on your travels." the guest said as he bowed to the woman, bidding her goodbye.
"And it was a pleasure having you." she simply answered, her head tilting a little bit to the left as she did, a mannerism that her visitor has learned to understand as her smiling. "Oh, and one more thing."
"Yes, Ferrymother?"
"Please don't forget your boots again, Gabriel."
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hellothepixel · 1 year
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"high school musical" <<< "high school musical but it's the gay remake in my head"
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fellhellion · 7 months
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the 2099 timeline is wonky as hell (without even talking about retcons), but there's something very interesting to me abt the implication that Miguel torpedoing his relationship with Xina and Gabriel feasibly coincides w George and Conchata's divorce (plus her subsequent institutionalisation).
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unlimitedhorsepower · 3 months
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bruv today was an awful day. couldnt even enjoy gym bc i felt totally off bc i take muscle relaxants for my rock-hard neck/shoulder-area...
ended up doing less reps bc i felt so awful. totally flaccid dare i say. it was so nasty. ill have to take muscle relaxants in the mornings AND the evenings over the weekend so that ill hopefully feel better on tuesday the next gym day...
and i have to keep on writing an essay. feeling like a highschooler rn instead of an adult university student. WAAHHH!!! WAHHH!!! baby crying SFX
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tagged by @theoxvest, thank you! making a new post just for tidiness’ sake.
Last song I listened to: Song of Durin by Clamavi De Profundis
Favorite color: Pink
Last movie I watched: Miraculous: Ladybug & Cat Noir, The Movie. Which means I’ve seen all Miraculous that there is to see until season 6 and I’m sad about that.
Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet. So so sweet.
Relationship status: who’s to say
Last thing I looked up: “Zelda totk” in an attempt to learn about Zelda the NPC. Which didn’t immediately work because, well, that’s also just the name of the game. My eventual research did turn up the fact that this girl just can’t catch a break, huh, it’s always centuries of standing as a lonely sentinel with her.
Current obsession: Well Katie Pearlhead weighs pretty heavy on the brain for reasons that are obvious to some. Miraculous was pretty up there before I caught up. My newest Skyrim characters are simmering on the backburner. But truly the lion’s share of my attention goes to thinking about ttrpgs with my friends; one of the reasons I got hooked on Miraculous in the first place is because it would make such a good au for one of my D&D characters—
@within-infant-rind @sierradee @snizx @smallbitterman if you would like! all the other Oxventure people I know have already been tagged!
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megan0013 · 3 months
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PAUSE when did nath get pregnant in the deserted island au? - the anon from last ask
oh, no. she doesn’t. sorry if i gave that impression, lol
i did toy with it at one point though, since they’d likely run out of birth control if they’re stuck on the island long enough. but, nah. i’m taking the easy way out and going with her having an iud
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felixfathom · 1 year
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also idc felix really is to tomoe what marinette is to gabriel bc she didn't really mind a girl best friend for kagami but a BOYFRIEND she doesn't approve of is the bane of her existence. the last thing she wanted was a troublemaker who would negatively influence her daughter. it's not even because of class difference like adrienette she just really fucking hates felix because he's annoying and always fucks up her plans
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lycancoffee · 2 years
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anya :)
i think she should be a detective!!!
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nativehueofresolution · 8 months
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yellowcharm · 1 year
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tunasama13 · 1 year
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Wait so if Spidey 2099 has a kid... WHO’S THE MOM???? 👁 👁
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