#rachel gardener

[weird-writing-niche-butok]

Lil wholesome drawing because it's Danny's birthday and he needs a pleasant moment before the next few chapters

I'm very passionate about this tragic little man for some reason <//3

#angels of death #aod #daniel dickens #rachel gardener #cathrine ward #zack foster #angels of slaughter #ao3fic #we weren't prepared to live #some of it looks funny but I'm not gonna fix it because I am TIRED and I spent an exorbitant amout of time on this

[auxwired]

this scene drove me crazy u dont understand

#MY BOY #I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM. STOP IT #rachel and zack as a dynamic have me going deranged in general #they are so dear to me #theyre always there for eachother #in that crazy ass fucking building they found eachother and understood eachother more than anyone else could in their lives #even compared to rachel and dr danny #please PLEASPEAAASE #peak siblings #satsuriku no tenshi #angels of death #isaac foster #rachel gardener #zack foster #aod

[mikkythehamster]

You promised to god ★ Tik tok ★ Instagram ★ Store ★ Twitter ★

#rachel gardener #angels of death #SatsurikunoTenshi #殺戮の天使 #myart

[electronicrebeltreepizza]

Anime characters that make me cry when I think of them

pt3

Dazai Osamu

Ash Lynx

Levi Ackerman

Yotasuke Takahashi

Rachel Gardener

#anime #attack on titan #levi aot #banana fish #ash lynx #angels of death #rachel gardener #bsd dazai #bongou stray dogs #blue period #yotasuke takahashi #aot

[bubblegumfanfictions]

Down the Rabbit Hole |A Zack Foster Fanfiction| Chapter 1: Wonderland.

Fandom- Angels of Death

Ship- Zack Foster/Original Character

Warning(s)- Poisoning, Anxiety

Summary- Rachel goes Down the Rabbit Hole.

Word Count- 1,800

-Rachel-

The small blonde girl steps into the elevator, her legs shaky and uncertain. Her hands trembling, trying to find solace within the sleeves of her cardigan. 

What is this play area? Why does such an innocent word invoke such deep emotions? The elevator doors shut behind her with a loud bang. The noise makes her jump, her heart began to thump and run faster than she thought was possible. Her legs wobbled and felt jelly-like at the weight of her body. 

The elevator descended— ascended? She didn’t know, and this uncertainty made her feel worse. Was she descending into the depths of hell or ascending to the angels? either notion frightened her as both meant death, sure she was probably overreacting but waking up in a strange place with no memories other than your name would terrify anyone… Let alone a 12-year-old girl.

The sound of the elevator screeching to a halt, the doors sliding open to reveal the next floor. Rachel’s eyes widened, the view in front of her looked as if it had been taken straight from the pages of a fairytale. 

The young girl's eyes flit to and fro, scanning the room as she takes tentative steps out of the elevator. A narrow cobbled path swerves between oversized, vibrant flowers of all species, intermixed with large evergreen trees and glowing mushrooms taller than her. The walls she could see were covered in watercolour swirls and illustrations from Alice in Wonderland. 

She walks down the cobbled path, taking note of every little detail as she goes. Despite how beautiful this room was she couldn’t help the pounding in her chest and the sinking feeling in her stomach, something didn’t feel right. 

Her gut feeling making her quicken her pace down the cobbled path, her foot slipping now and then. Her head aching as she stares at the night sky, the blocky lines of white swirls mixed with midnight blues and vibrant yellows. 

The young girl tilts her head back down, focusing her sights ahead. It seems that when she was panicking the forest became thicker, denser… Darker. Rachel wraps her arms around herself, hoping to bring down her heart rate hoping that if she comforts herself, she will be fine. But it doesn’t work.

A faint jingle catches her attention, her head turns in the direction the sound came from and she slowly makes her way over. The sound came from a branch just off the cobbled path. Rachel picks up the culprit, a small ornate golden key. She puts the key in her pocket. “I may need it later.” She says.

–Acquired a Key.– 

Rachel’s foot scarcely lifted off the floor when she heard rustling in the bushes to her left. The poor girl goes ridged, she isn’t alone here. There is someone else here. What if that person wishes her harm? What if it is nothing? Should she investigate it? Maybe she should. Dangerous thoughts ring through the girl's head like a cacophony of alarms. She takes a deep breath, picturing courage filling her as she breathes. 

One step at a time she gets closer and closer to the bush. There is nothing there, she could have sworn she heard something. She circles the bush to find evidence that she isn’t going crazy and, sure enough there it is. On the floor behind the bush is a small piece of parchment with the words 'Follow Me.' written on it in a gorgeous teal colour forming a loopy cursive scrawl, in the corner lay an intricate drawing of Alice from Alice in Wonderland. 

An iconic blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl stood in a baby blue dress and an inky black headband. Her doe eyes stared back at Ray innocently. Ray stared at the blonde before folding the drawing and placing it back onto the floor. 

A question pops into the girl's mind. Follow me? Follow who? It was almost as if the floor could sense her inner desires as she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. It looked like a rabbit. Rachel rubbed her eyes, wondering if the room was playing tricks on her. Maybe there was gas in the air that was making her hallucinate, maybe she was drugged when she was on B8? She couldn’t be too sure.

Every fibre of her being was telling her to follow the movement but there is still a deep, lingering sense of dread filling her stomach like bile. She knows she has to follow the rabbit– if it was a rabbit. But she is terrified of what she would find.

The forest around her is thicker, and denser than before. She clasps her hands together trying to alleviate her anxiety but, much like the forest, it becomes worse, deeper, scarier.

Every sound and every movement seems to push her further to the edge. Her breathing hitches as tears form in her eyes, and she feels as if there is a heavy lead ball in her stomach refusing to leave– She wants her mum and her dad more than ever, especially when she hears a loud rustle ahead of her, her legs push her forward one step at a time, left, right, left, right. When she stops in front of another drawing, it’s a drawing of the White Rabbit, pocket watch in hand. Scrawled in more fancy ink were the words. “Not much further!”

Ray’s breath hitches, everything about this situation screamed danger, turn back now! But she knows she can’t, there was no turning back; no leaving, whether she wants to or not. She then recalls a coping technique taught to her by… Someone, she couldn’t quite make out his face, but the memory caused her to shiver uncomfortably. 

She looks around the floor, taking in the sights. She sees the once bountiful and lush trees have now withered and shed their leaves. She takes note of the piles of leaves on the floor and the mysterious glint hiding in the shadows. Okay, that was three things she could see. The next thing was… What was it again? Think- think. It was sounds. 

Ray calms her breathing and listens intently. She could hear the creaking of the dead wood, The chirp of some birds… More importantly, she could hear the clinking of a glass. Rachel’s eyes shot open at the sound, she wasn’t alone, someone else is on this floor. Maybe they would help her? Maybe they would kill her. No no, she shouldn’t think like that. She shakes the thoughts from her head and continues with shaky steps.

Rachel eventually comes to a clearing, her heart hammering in her throat. She couldn’t help but think of all the worst-case scenarios, she could be killed, maybe robbed? Kidnapped? Who knows. 

Rachel’s thoughts halt as she looks ahead of her, right in the middle of the clearing is a long mahogany table adorned in a back and white checkered table cloth which she could barely make out through the piles of delicious-looking cakes and pastries. The table is a chaotic mess, covered in empty tea cups, dirty plates, half-full teapots and candles, coating the table in messy layers of wax.

She then turns her attention to the occupants surrounding the table, there are six chairs, each with a different style and wood. At the head of the table is a small hand-knitted human doll, presumably The Mad Hatter, to the left of him, is The Dormouse and to the left again is The March Hare. The thing that gets the young girl's attention is the woman, sitting to the right of the Mad Hatter, Rachel supposes that this girl is Alice. She is maybe 18 or 19; she is still a distance away from the woman so she isn't sure. The woman is sipping on some tea, she is dressed in an Alice-themed outfit. The seat next to her is empty. Finally, opposite the Mad Hatter sits The White Rabbit.

"Oh! I'm so glad you could join us!” The girl exclaims. “You're just in time for tea!" She stands up quickly, taller than Rachel thought, at about 5 foot 6.

"Please, sit.” She invited kindly. “Which tea would you like? We have Ginger, Chamomile, Vanilla, Cinnamon, Earl Grey, Hibiscus, Mint, Pumpkin which is my favourite, and Raspberry." The woman lists the words tumbling out of her mouth too quickly for Ray to understand her. 

"U-Um,” She stammers, “may I just have the Vanilla please?" She sits next to the mystery woman and gives the woman a once over, unsure if she can trust her.

Rachel realises, as she gets closer, that this woman is older than she initially thought, she thinks she is in her early 20's. Her hair is a mousy shade of blonde and reaches just past her waist. Rachel can tell the woman is slim, even under the voluminous clothes. Though the oddest thing about her isn’t her clothes or demeanour, it is her eyes. They are a deep, rich shade of brown and then abruptly change to a sharp green around her pupil. 

“Here you go,” The mystery woman passes a small, white teacup with lavender plants painted on it. Rachel doesn’t know if she can trust this woman so she sniffs the tea, unsurprisingly it just smells like Vanilla. Ray takes a sip of the drink, still weary of the woman sitting next to her, the sweet taste going down her throat immediately soothing any doubts.

"Excuse me, ma'am. What's your name?"

"Oh, my. How rude of me, my mother raised me with better manners than this! It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Elizabeth, but you can call me Elsie.” The woman— Elsie, gives Rachel a dramatic curtsy. “And what might I call you?”

"I’m Rachel” She gives Elizabeth a short response as she suddenly feels a rush of nausea hit her like a freight train. She covers her mouth with the back of her hand, the urge to puke getting stronger by the minute. “I’m sorry, I feel sick” The hand on her mouth is now clammy and shaking.

“Oh, that would be the poison,” Rachel pales at Elsie’s words, she can’t have been poisoned, surely. The rest of her skin begins to go clammy, her body slick with a thin layer of cold sweat. “Cyanide, my dear, very effective. Agatha Christie had the right idea. Of course, I have the antidote but you’ll have to work for it.”

Elizabeth goes up behind Rachel, gripping her perspiring cheeks, moving her head to the hand-knitted characters sitting with them. “Each of my friends is missing something important. Now, be a dear and find their things for me, then I will give you the antidote.” Elsie lets go of her face and sits back down. 

“Judging by the dosage and your symptoms already, you might want to hurry, you only have around 30 minutes until you reach the point of no return.”

Art by Baicalpascal

#fanfiction #beginner writer #writing fanfiction #zack foster x oc #zack foster #isaac foster x oc #Isaac “Zack” Foster #angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #original character #oc #Elizabeth “Elsie” Reyes #Eddie Mason #edward mason #Edward “Eddie” Mason #rachel gardener #fanfiction writer #fanfics #angels of death fanfiction #angels of death fanfic #down the rabbit hole

[rohansdisciple]

I JUST REMEMBERED ZACK AND YURI HAVE THE SAME ENGLISH DUB VA HELP 😭✋🏾

I was just thinking about all the animes I've watched and I remembered zack then I also remembered yuri eventually and then I realized that the have the same va 😭✋🏾

I honestly might re-watch angels of death and start reading spy x family instead of waiting till october 🧐‼ .

idk what chapter spy x family left off on tho 😭

#anyways the point is that dallas reid did amazing with both roles 🤫‼ #angels of death #zack angels of death #rachel angels of death #rachel gardener #zack foster #isaac foster #yuri briar #spy x family #spy family #spy family manga #anime characters #anime news #same va #rohansdisciple

[theshippingcorner]

Rachel Gardener from Angels of Death headcanons?

My sweet daughter of course

Despite her general lack of emotions she clearly shows genuine emotion on several occasions so with the right people I can see her actually being happy and showing her true feelings

If she could learn to follow proper rules and protocols I could see her becoming a vet or doctor, just maybe make sure she doesn't try bringing the dead back to life.

She isn't allowed to have pets lol

Even though in canon she might be dead I think if she were to grow up and stuff she probably wouldn't really want kids in case they turn out like her

She probably wouldn't even date anyone I don't think she would really have any interest in romance.

#headcanons #angels of death #Rachel gardener #not a lot because shes a pretty straightforward character

[claythehomosexual]

angels of death spoilers!! you've been warned

who gave the manga permission to be this pretty

danny's pic is lopsided and i don't feel like fixing it lol

edit: no it isn't tumblr make up your mind

#angels of death #angelsofdeath #satsuriku no tenshi #angels of death spoilers #Daniel Danny Dickens #danny aod #rachel gardener #rachel aod #isaac foster #zack aod #eddie aod

[hyped-angels]

CAN'T WAIT FOR THE IDV CROSSOVER I AM SO EXCITED !!!!!!❤❤

My guess is Zack will probably me Merc/Ripper and Rachel will be Coordinator/LittleGirl! Ofc Eddie would be axeboy. Dunno abt the others. They might not be involved at all.

#angelsofdeath #angels of slaughter #angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #isaac foster #rachel gardener #eddie #idv #identityv #identity v #angels of death x identity v #aod x idv #aod

[alseras]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 殺戮の天使 | Satsuriku no Tenshi | Angels of Death (Anime), 殺戮の天使 | Satsuriku no Tenshi (Video Game), satsu - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Isaac "Zack" Foster/Reader Characters: Isaac "Zack" Foster, Rachel "Ray" Gardner, David, Reader Additional Tags: cute and wholesome, Zack’s birthday Summary:

Zack’s celebrating his birthday with Rachel and David. A new person joins in for a meet cute.

#satsuriku no tenshi #angels of death #isaac foster #rachel gardener #David Tiffany’s character

[mars-aria]

#Eyes Blue Like The Titanic #Audio #Sista Prod #Subvrbs #Chillhop #Danny Dickens #Rachel Gardener #🧿

[weird-writing-niche-butok]

Next previewwwwww!!

:>

Sorry stuff is coming out slow, U.S. Government kinda yoinked our rights again as they do😘

#angels of slaughter #angels of death #rachel gardener #satsuriku no tenshi #satsuten #ao3fic #aod #cathrine ward #daniel dickens #edward mason #zack foster #found family #pool episode #platonic catdan

[judging-by-its-cover]

Over the Garden Wall Issue #1 Comic, retail appreciation variant (official)

Artist: Rachel Saunders

《 If artist found / any info needs correction, please let me know! 》

#over the garden wall #otgw #rachel saunders #comic cover

[arcadiabaytornado]

How do you think the LiS characters would reply to that tweet of Elmo asking how everyone is doing?

Max: "As Elizabeth Scott once said "Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on."

Chloe: "Pretty Good" *Posts Picture Of Her Smoking From A Bong*

Rachel: "My life's gone really downhill lately. I found out my dad, who was like…my hero, cheated on my Mom with this woman…and it turns out that woman was my Mom -"

Sean: "I would be doing better if my brother would give me back my sketchpad."

Alex: "Oh Elmo. You're so brave to ask this on the internet."

Steph: *Leaves Elmo On Read*

Ryan: "Pretty good. Thanks for asking, Elmo."

#lis #life is strange #max caulfield #chloe price #rachel amber #sean diaz #alex chen #steph gringrich #ryan lucan #bill-and-franks-garden

[bubblegumfanfictions]

Down the Rabbit Hole |A Zack Foster Fanfiction| Prologue: The Facility.

Fandom- Angels of Death

Ship- Zack Foster/Original Character

Warning(s)- Mentions of Death and Torture, Poison

Summary- Elizabeth is bored of her living conditions

Word Count- 522

Elizabeth groaned, her eyebrows furrowed as she lay back in her hammock, held by two large cherry-coloured mushrooms with cream-coloured spots. Despite the overwhelming beauty of her floor, she had to admit that she was bored. When she joined the facility, a bright-eyed serial killer of 17 years old she was elated at the idea of being able to kill people with no repercussions. But after four years it was losing its appeal.

There are only so many ways you could kill someone and Elsie has gone through many of them. Poison, Torture, Beheading, Drowning, Stabbing. She found her favourite way to kill someone was to earn their trust and then poison them, the look on their face made her heart hammer.

A notebook sat unused in her lap, open on a page with a drawing of a green and brown butterfly, followed by some writing that started with ‘dear diary.’ Elsie was truly lost in her thoughts, weighing out the pros and cons of being there and chastising her younger self for not reading the fine print that stated she couldn’t leave the facility under any circumstances.

Elizabeth gazed around blankly at her floor. The large glowing mushrooms, the assortment of tall flowers of all species and colours, projections of the Cheshire cat popping up haphazardly on different parts of her floor, a never-ceasing grin plaguing Elizabeth’s thoughts.

Then her eyes landed on the eyesore that was an iron door. It led to her bedroom full of books, everything from Science, Poisons, and Torture to fairy tales, and books on flower language. 

A loud bell tolling made the girl physically jump out of her thoughts. She huffs, climbing out of her hammock. She looks down at her Pajamas, “This certainly won’t do.” She walks over to the locked iron door as a voice over the intercom speaks.

"The girl on the bottom floor is hereby a sacrifice. All floors please make preparations." 

“Yeah, Yeah, I know. We hear this every week. Jesus Christ.” She mumbles, rolling her eyes as she groans, yet again. She strips out of her Pajamas and exchanges them for a more suitable get-up. Once she was dressed she gave herself a once-over in the mirror. 

She is wearing a blue dress with puffy sleeves that goes down to her knees, a white apron that stops just shy of the bottom of her dress, a black bow to cinch in her waist, and a bow around her neck. She put on some thigh-high white socks and finished off the look with a black bow in her hair, some white lace wrist gloves, and a pocket watch which she attached to her waist. 

“Okay, done.” She starts to walk out of the room before her eyes widen, she quickly goes back in and picks up a small bottle of Cyanide. The party table has an extensive number of real-looking cakes and other foods, it is situated in the middle of a clearing surrounded by a mix of (fake) pine trees and a few large glowing mushrooms. Elizabeth metaphorically rolls up her sleeves and gets to work on the tea. 

Art by Baicalpascal

#fanfiction #beginner writer #writing fanfiction #zack foster x oc #zack foster #isaac foster x oc #Isaac “Zack” Foster #angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #original character #oc #Elizabeth “Elsie” Reyes #Eddie Mason #edward mason #Edward “Eddie” Mason #rachel gardener #fanfiction writer #fanfics #angels of death fanfiction #angels of death fanfic #down the rabbit hole

[lov-ee-ly]

↱ vibe swap ↲

#going back to my phone line drawing roots #except I did do this one on my pc #angels of death #angels of death fanart #it feels sacrilegious to tag the characters #so uh #rachel foster and zack gardener what’s up #this is not a solid au or 1:1 swap this is me googling <action shots royalty free> and using the poses that came up