#sabriel musing

[leatafandom]

🐑 hurt/comfort, blood & injury, friends to lovers, feelings realization, fluff

Hi dear, thank you for the ask! How about this for a summary:

Gabriel's gaze couldn't stop stalling over the wound he had healed or his hands that had healed it. The slick slide of blood and the sound of shuddered breaths wouldn't leave his mind. There was no denying that the fear in his chest had been more than just the terror of losing another mortal friend, and he couldn't ignore it.

For the fake fic ask game

#oh it got angsty #whump #angst #sabriel musing #thank you for the ask!

[smol-sirens-garden]

Continued From {X} I @diverse-hearts-ocs

He couldn't really blame her for being annoyed at his constant want to pamper her. She was a pretty independent person and being pregnant wasn't going to change that. He just knew to be careful with pregnancy. He wasn't going to risk her or their little one.

"No love. I understand. I may be panicking too early yet early stages it's greater for something to happen. I mean either way we will want to be careful."

At the thought of food he smiled, giving a small nod. He was getting rather hungry himself.

"Sure love. Let's get ready to go."

#diverse hearts: Sabriel #Muse: Ogai Mori #Mori Verse: Royalty of the Port Mafia (Mori X Sabriel) #OTP: Royalty of the Port Mafia (Mori X Sabriel) #Away From the Garden: Queue

[archangelgabriellives]

Suptober 2022, Day 17: Muse

"Let me see it, Gabriel."

"Sam! Let an artist work."

Or, the Sabriel 'Nude Art Model Sam and Artist Gabriel' AU but Sam' is 30 and ripped.

@winchester-reload

#suptober22 #day 17 #muse #first off #jackie im sorry im gonna keeep tagging you #but. i need to finish this list #second #gabriel #sir #you are so dirty #sabriel

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@crownshattered continued from [X]

"I'm sure you already know that you've done more than enough for me already", she smiled softly, and though Anne was giving her such freedoms, she knew that she couldn't afford to take her up on such an offer either. It couldn't be seen that Anne was showing her any favours, that might lead to distrust towards her, and Sabriel was never going to be the cause of such issues. Plus, her own clan would fall into line faster if she proved that she was capable of leading them as quickly as she planned to be.

Least, that was what she was telling herself over and over, a mantra to remind her of the truth of the world that she was from - but the pain from losing such an important figure in her life was impossible to ignore, and she soon felt the tears drip free from the corner of her eyes, the skilled assassion curling up within the arms of her girlfriend, allowing for the sorrow to win, at least for the moment.

#crownshattered #Muse: Sabriel #Verse: Genshin Impact #tw: family death #//ship tbt #Queue - Be Back Later

[sleepymothpup]

maybe i will write fanfiction again one day. first, i want to start reading more, get back into the flow of literature.

should i start a "books i've read" list or something? i'm currently working through the sabriel series...

#life #writing #fanfiction #musing #personal #rambling #sabriel #(im on lirael atm and its v inch resting)

[smol-sirens-garden-tobemoved]

@diverse-hearts-ocs​ Has Asked:  ❝I’m pregnant, not incapable.❞  - Sabriel /Mori

“I know my dear. Still want to be at least a little careful. I never meant to make you feel incapable.”

He was just a little excitable and worried over her. He always wanted to make sure she was alright and taking care of herself. Maybe he was being a little more helpful than he needed to be. Was this the doctor in him or the husband in him? Maybe a little of both.

“But you are feeling okay? Do you need anything at the moment?”

#diverse hearts: Sabriel #Muse: Ogai Mori #Mori Verse: Royalty of the Port Mafia (Mori X Sabriel) #OTP: Royalty of the Port Mafia (Mori X Sabriel) #Away From The Garden: Queue

[mythvoiced]

-. The Healer

Sabriel | Ageless | They/them

The Archangel of Miracles, Surprises, and Healing, Sabriel fulfils all the stereotypical symptoms of a pastel coloured, quirky little guy (gender neutral), until you realise that they have next to no filter, are incredibly overpowered, and only quirky and fun to be around if they're actually on your side. Sheltered and intent on catching up on everything they've missed, they'd never been allowed to study the inherent greyness of human morality, how difficult it actually is to do 'the right thing' and how impossible it is to define something as the right thing do. And until they've gained that understanding, they will continue to mess with the natural order of things without looking back twice.

TW: christian/catholic religion/mythology, angels, religious symbols & imagery Tags below ♥

#;ooc #;intro #the healer;sabriel #the healer;open #the healer;about #the healer;musings #the healer;gallery #goodness it's been so long i forgot how Small these icons are

[abhorsenscollection]

//Spoilers

And this is one of many reasons I love this asshole cat

#ooc talk #muse; sabriel #muse; mogget

[syoddeye]

useless

Part one of my submission to @glitterypirateduck's O, Captain! Challenge. I rolled a d100 to select three prompts. Part one uses two:

42. The story spans over a period of 10 or more years

14. Opposites attract

~2k words, Price x f!Reader. Some liberties were taken with canon, obvs. Please enjoy!

You meet John Price when you're fifteen years old. 

Being the new kid is never easy, but you have some practice. This is the fifth time your family has moved since you were born. Such is life when your mother's an ambassador. However, it is your first time attending an actual school, and it's miserable. It doesn't matter who your mother is when your peers are the children of millionaires, celebrities, and executives. Compared to them, you're a nobody, just easy pickings.

But compared to John, you might as well be a princess. 

The son of your mother's assistant, you see John almost every day. You do not attend the same school, of course. Despite the awfulness of its students, your school has standards, after all, but every day after the last bell, you and your security detail fetch John to rendezvous at your family's sprawling home. Since both sets of your parents work long and odd hours, you spend a great deal of time together. Usually, you study, eat dinner, maybe read or watch television, but you do not necessarily talk. He's as surly as an old man, unpleasant on good days and unbearable on bad ones.

You don't look at John when he slides into the car anymore. You're enthralled in Sabriel, too busy to acknowledge him, that is until you feel his eyes on you. 

"What?"

"Didn't say anything."

"You're staring," You huff, lowering the book, only to almost drop it. "What happened to your face?!"

A purpling, inky black bruise covers John's swollen left eye. It's nasty, but he looks bored by the question.

"Scrapped. Some idiot ran his mouth."

"So you hit him? Then he hit you?"

"That's generally how it works," He says dismissively, crossing his arms and leaning into the seat to stare out the window.

You roll your eyes and return to the Abhorsen. "Your mom's gonna kill you."

He doesn't have a comeback for that. 

Predictably, his mom loses it when she arrives to pick him up. Throws a fit, her anger evenly split between John and his school. You watch from the top of the stairs as your mother consoles her friend and offers advice before they leave. John scowls, the expression deepening when he catches you listening in. You give a shit-eating grin before retreating to your room. Serves him right for fighting. Boys.

Of course, though, in a rotten turn of events, his mother leverages her position, and John enrolls in your school. Due to your relationship, you're naturally coupled together both in and outside of the classroom. It isn't for lack of trying on your peers' parts. You can grudgingly admit John's a good-looking boy. He has all the makings of a popular kid. Athletic, intelligent, and withdrawn, just enough to make people wonder in a good way. He's regularly asked out, the invitations often extended in your company. You don't miss how other girls look at him or glare at you.

Jokes on them, he's easily the most unpleasant person you've ever had the displeasure to know.

"What are you putting down on the careers interest form?" You ask one afternoon, sprawled on the couch while John sits with his back to it, reading.

"SAS. Enlisting next year."

"Military? How noble." You muse. "Your dad's not–"

"No," His head turns a fraction. "But my grandfather served. North Africa."

It's the first you've heard of it. John doesn't talk much about his family, nor do you make a habit of asking. You don't pay close attention to the adults' conversations either. "Well, you're pretty strong and clever, I guess," you temper the compliments, uneasy about doling them out to him. So you'll fair well, I bet."

He doesn't respond for a minute before a quiet "Thank you," ekes out. 

For whatever reason, your face heats. How embarrassing. You tap your pen against your blank form, grateful he faces away. Yet as a silence follows and stretches, irritation sidles alongside discomfiture. Honestly, this is what you'd like to show the girls at school. Prove that John's actually quite annoying. 

"Now's about the time another person would ask what I'm putting down."

John doesn't look up from his book. "I know what you're going to write."

You bristle. "Oh, do you? Enlighten me."

"Artist. Writer. Actress. Something useless."

In one fluid movement, you sit up and strike him across the crown with your notebook. "You're such an asshole!" You quickly create distance between his stupid, stunned face and yourself, stomping all the way to the stairs. Halfway up the steps, you crouch, pressing your face between the balusters. "You're not going to amount to anything!"

You don't speak to him after that—not entirely, of course. Your families are too intertwined to avoid him completely, but the incident strains your already tenuous relationship. It's awkward and tense, though neither of your families notices the shift. You sit in silence at joint dinners. You leave him alone in the den after school. You latch on to other singletons in class, avoiding him in the halls.

Months pass, and as John declared, he enlists the moment the school term ends. Freshly sixteen, and scheduled to ship out to basic. 

The morning he leaves, your mother drags you to his house. You stand speechless on the walk outside when he marches out with his rucksack. His head's shaved. He grew an inch and filled out some in the last few weeks when you weren't paying attention. Still a boy, but clearly on his way to becoming a man.

His mother all but shoves him at you to say goodbye. He stares down at you now, the twit. 

"Good luck." It's the nicest thing you can manage.

"Break a leg," He responds, hauling his bag over his shoulder. "Don't be useless."

You're too busy noticing how his eyes are the same color as the sky to feel even a twinge of irritation.

When he files into the waiting taxi, his mother bursts out into sobs. You watch the car until it disappears down the next street, trying to understand why your chest is so tight.

It’s a decade before you see him again.

~~

"I told the Prices you'd pop by."

You nearly fumble your card, phone cradled between your shoulder and ear, and clumsily tap it against the scanner. Mouthing an apology to the disinterested cashier, you take your bag and find your words.

"Why would you do that?" You ask, unable to completely mask your disdain. "I told you I have plans for New Years." 

Your mother tsks. "Surely you can pencil in some of our oldest friends for an hour tomorrow."

The automatic doors open, and the wintry air envelops you instantly. The plastic bag taut in the crook of your arm, you flip the collar of your coat and start the return trek to your flatshare. "I haven't seen them since graduation, since we moved back to Virginia."

"And you moved back to London, what, eight months ago?" Her end muffles a moment while she says something to her aide. Her voice is sterner when she speaks again. "They've been asking about your job, how acting's going…" Her voice trails, leaving the works or not going unspoken.

You swallow, tucking your chin into your scarf to consider the remainder of the conversation. "Fine. I'll stop by tomorrow afternoon. But I'm not staying late. I have plans." You don't. You did have an invite to a party a week ago, but that was before Jeff decided Jane from work was 'more his speed'. More 'conventional'. Though you'd seen the breakup coming for weeks and the relationship only a measly six months old, it still stung. Since coming back to London, you've had more than enough rejection.

Dozens of auditions. Dozens more interviews. Zip, zilch, zero. No callbacks, no non-speaking roles. And while you are the favorite stage manager for several small local theaters and Yes Woman, you weren't any closer to the stage. Something your mother loves to remind you of. Between her rapid ascent up the career ladder and your decision to study theater, an uncrossable gulf cropped up between you. It grew with each passing day. Moreso, when you reject every offer of financial support or connection. Her support means control. Ownership. You won't have it.

The conversation drifts to other topics—Dad, mostly. He's still putting around after her, content in his retirement. They'll spend New Year's at the White House, of course. You're pushing through the door to your place when she drops the bomb.

"John'll be there, too."

This time, you drop your keys.

~~

There is no excuse you can make to back out now. You wait on the top step of the Price's home. It's smaller than you remember. You hear people inside, music, and laughter. You hesitate. Given what you told your mother, they probably expected you far earlier than nine, but you barely mustered the courage to leave your room. You practically blacked out on the tube, leaving the station in a daze with your cheap bubbles. Taking a deep breath, you reach for the door. No time for stage fright.

The foyer is a time capsule, aside from the dozens of coats hanging on hooks and a coat rack. Framed photos of the Prices throughout the years line the short corridor leading further into the home. John's center stage for most of them. You hang your coat and slowly edge down memory lane, pausing when you see your own face looking back at you. Aged fifteen, the first day of school. You and John in different uniforms, sulking for different reasons. It was the last time you were the same height.

There are a lot of photographs of you in the hallway gallery. Ones you didn't know existed. You get stuck on a still of you and John from behind. It's from the London Zoo, from some ridiculous event your mother's work mandated you attend. The photo is simple, accidentally composed almost professionally. You and John lean against the rail overlooking the lion exhibit. You excitedly point at the pair lazing about in the shade, and John…John's focus is on you.

The sound of your name rips you away from the moment, and Mrs. Price beckons from the doorway to the living area.

The reunion between yourself and Prices is sweeter than you thought it would be. It's odd to see them older. As jarring as it is when you see your own parents, as sparingly as those visits are. Wrinkles, spots, graying hairs…But unlike your parents, none of the familiar warmth is missing from the Prices. They fuss, complimenting your secondhand dress and gushing over the bottom shelf champagne. They awkwardly introduce you to the closest guests, some claiming to have met you as a teenager. But you feel Mrs. Price's hand on your back, gently ushering and ushering, until you arrive at the threshold of the kitchen.

He's taller, tanner, and a hell of a lot broader than you remember him.

"John? Look who's here!"

You step into the kitchen with a gentle nudge from Mrs. Price, and the figure from many memories and more than a handful of confusing and mortifying dreams turns to face you.

Your name slips from his mouth in an arrogant purr, and the little tug of his lip into a smirk instantly pokes at your patience. He's literally only said your name, and already he's resurrected the same shade of vexation you felt ten years ago.

You're going to need something stronger than champagne.

#ocaptainchallenge #john price #john price x reader #john price x f!reader #price x reader #price x f!reader #lieutenant john price #smug lieutenant john price is so important to me #i'm also obviously not british and i'll admit i did maybe 10% of the research i usually do.....apologies #lightly edited i was too excited

[mothgardens]

Alright, Folks, the poll (unsurprisingly) came out with Destiel winning by like ??? 63% so, alas, they shall be the first ones i write!!

i'm also making a Sabriel poll post be i MUST WRITE for them <3 go vote on that too i beg :3

ty, xoxo

#supernatural #sam winchester #spn #dean winchester #castiel #chuck shurley #please talk to me about supernatural #destiel #destiel fic

[tommykinard6]

Welcome, lovelies

Pull up a chair, take a seat, have some cookies 🍪 🍪 🍪 and a nice drink 🍹, and let’s get started.

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Other fandoms and ships this blogger loves? 9-1-1 Lonestar (TARLOS, Jace), Harry Potter (FlintWood, Luna/Ginny), The Silmarillion (GoldenMole), LOTR/Hobbit, Star Wars (Obiwan/Cody, Din/Boba, Finn/Poe), Marvel (Stucky), Supernatural (Destiel, Sabriel), Criminal Minds (Derek/Spencer), Downton Abbey (Thomas/Richard), Call of Duty (Ghoap), and so many more you guys 🤣

I need more wlw ships, y’all, what are your favorite ships in these fandoms?

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Responses to asks can be found under #tk6 answers. Fics can be found under #tk6 writes. Speculation/general meta can be found under #tk6 muses (still under sorting).

That’s it for now! Stay safe and stay positive!

#911 abc #9-1-1 #911 show #bucktommy #buddie #intro post #tk6 writes #tk6 muses #tk6 answers

[leatafandom]

🐝 “I’ll love you till the very end”

Hii dear!

Oo that's a great fic title, how about a summary like this:

They said all the time, it was a promise. But immortals aren't meant to age or die and aren't accustomed to the process or the idea of leaving someone behind. It was only a promise meant for Gabriel to keep, until the very end.

Thank you for the ask!

For the fake fic ask game

#thank you for the ask! #ask games #so angsty #it got angsty so fast #sabriel musing #gabriel spn

[smol-sirens-garden]

@diverse-hearts-ocs Has Asked: “Look what you just made me do.” - Victoria to Mori

"What I made you do?"

He scoffed, quickly putting himself between her and his wife. The glare he leveled was enough to kill. He kept his eyes on her as a hand went to Sabriel's stomach.

"Darling are you alright? What about our child?"

He didn't need much confirmation from her. He would of course check up once Victoria was dealt with. Once he removed his hand he flicked his scalpel out of his coat.

"This was done by your jealousy. The simple. I give your sister more than any of your sniveling bad taste in men ever could so you take it upon yourself to ruin us. That isn't my fault. Give me one reason right now why I shouldn't teach you not to put your hands where they don't belong?"

#diverse hearts: Victoria #diverse hearts: Sabriel #Muse: Ogai Mori #Away From the Garden: Queue

[faerieflcss]

18+ Fandom RP Search

hey there!! im a 20+ enby hoping to find some 20+ people interested in writing some canon x canon from a few select fandoms! in general i prefer to rp romantic plots, usually ones that are more slow burn and angsty, but i wouldn't be opposed to platonic plots. all of my ships will be queer, as i'm simply not interested in rping straight couples (being a queer person myself). as for the kind of rp partner i'm looking for, i prefer rping with people that are eager, understanding, and want to work on developing characters/plots together! i also look for people that match my writing length/style, which is third-person, literate, and past-tense.

nsfw is welcome by me, and appreciated, i like spicy and darker plots. however, if that's not your cup of tea, i completely understand and think rp can be just as fun without it!

the following are fandoms i am interested in rping (please keep in mind this is strictly ccs):

supernatural (tv show)

characters i muse: sam winchester, castiel, balthazar, jo harvelle, meg masters favorite ships: sabriel, destiel, but i am so open to ideas here

IT (movie)

characters i muse: eddie kaspbrak, bill denbrough favorite ships: reddie and hanbrough

dead by daylight

characters i muse: jake park, danny johnson, joey, ji-woon hak, yui kimura, renato lyra favorite ships: not sure! im open to exploring

stranger things

characters i muse: steve harrington, alexei, dmitri antonov, eden bingham favorite ships: steddie, harringrove, alexei and murray, but open to others!

jojo's bizarre adventure

characters i muse: caesar zeppeli, noriaki kakyoin, jotaro kujo, bruno bucciarati, johnathan joestar favorite ships: caejose, jotakak, bruabba, and more!

harry potter (seriously fuck jr tho)

characters i muse: harry potter, remus lupin, hermione granger, draco malfoy favorite ships: great questions, unsure

i would love to get something going, so if this interested you at all don't hesitate to interact so i can reach out! also full disclaimer: i only rp on discord

#discordrp #rp #roleplay #18+ rp #18+ roleplay #openrp #looking for rp #1x1 rp #stranger things rp #supernatural rp #it rp #dead by daylight rp #jjba rp #harry potter rp #stranger things #supernatural #it #dead by daylight #jjba #steddie #reddie #sabriel

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@smol-sirens-garden continued from [X]

How could she be failing at being a mother? Her own upbringing had been rather strange at times and Victoria had been a nightmare to be around while growing up, but she had been close to her mother, her mother had given her some tips on how best to raise a child...yet she felt as though everything she did was wrong. Sighing, she rest her head against Mori's shoulder. It wasn't fair on him either. They were both suffering from the lack of sleep - and her getting upset wasn't helping anything. "...did I do something wrong then? If he's not sick...why won't he stop crying?". She sighed, sitting up and wiping the tears from her eyes, trying to control her ability a little more, "He's so upset but I can't tell why...this ability of mine should make things like this easier to understand...maybe I'm just too tired to make much sense of what I'm feeling?".

#smol sirens garden #Muse: Sabriel #Verse: BSD (AU) #//ship tbt #Queue - Be Back Later

[stillresolved]

💕!!??! almost missed this 🥺 mx ferre, what if we... put (more of) our goons in (more) situations 🥺

@mythvoiced / send 💕 and I will tell you some muses…

ahhhh lenlen, the other person on here who enables me with 283948230 plots and dynamics...time for us to add like 8293048293 more 💕💕💕

okay so this was at the top of my list since you said?? That you were planning on bringing EUNJAE into our wonderful thg verse 🥺🥺🥺…and so the first person I actually though of throwing at them was ANNIE….I dunno?? I guess I just have a feeling that Annie would like eunjae for their personality- like they’re rough in mannerisms and a tad messy, both of which Annie doesn’t mind bc she’s used to being around ppl like that ( ie. Ga-ram & ara ) and also…I think she actually prefers…I think being treated completely like a piece of glass will begin to drive her up the wall :’D also my interpretation of annie is suspicious of most men/male-aligning individuals….so eunjae already checks all her boxes there <3

another dynamic I had been thinking about when you changed their fc :’D granted I’m not too sure how well these two would work out since SABRIEL isn’t the best at reading between the lines and ANNIE often operates in shades of grey but it would!! Be fun to see how they interact with one another especially at least for me throwing Annie at someone who is peppy and yet still for most part?? has good intentions?? even if sabriel can’t completely empathize with what Annie is going thru, I do think Annie would appreciate their good intentions at the very least :’D

DOE is a revolutionist (and a hacker, I could have sworn I read that somewhere but if not ignore me jfksljfsl :’D) and so is NELL, do I need to say anything more? granted they are on the same side when it comes to #revolution…but that doesn’t mean they agree to the degree which they should go for it. Doe is all for changing the system, where as team checkmate is more focused on….taking out one and only one enemy and looking out for their community. Perhaps interacting with someone like doe could radicalize her? also if doe is a hacker, nell can always have…a rival :)

okay HEAR ME OUT, I know that we do have EUNJAE and Patrick in verse one but WHAT ABOUT?? Eunjae and MYUNGDAE in verse two bc if Patrick is the competent if not a tad distant parent ( aka he had to adjust to fatherhood ngl ), then myungdae is…well think of say, jeo*ng jin*man from a shop of ki*llers, :’D aka parent that’s there, he just looks ( okay always looks ) a tad exhausted?? Out of it even? But he’s doing his best for four year old Yuri (Elise) even if he doesn’t quite feel his emotions fjskldfjs this is all to say since I’m seeing that lynnie is throwing Dante at them we might as well…bring the rest of the crime world to eunjae’s doorstep JFKLSDJFLD <3

If AERI knows of hyun, then she’s also gotta know…hyun’s sister, MIYOUNG 🤩🤩🤩 granted, Aeri might be a tad testy with miyoung since well, it’s not like miyoung could exactly be there for hyun when they were younger and is that really any different from the way bel and sera treated Aeri as condescendingly inferior :’DD ….but I also do like the idea of LGBTQ+ icons being friends with one another / media pals with one another….that and if hyun is hanging out with bel behind Aeri’s back, Aeri might as well…do the same 😂😂😂

you know who MARÍA reminds me of? Yeah that’s right, our favorite pink hair menace Nimona 🤩🤩🤩 they’re both little gremlins ( but very lovable) who wanna start shit. The revolutionary kind of shit…so this being said….WHAT IF?? Instead of Nimona being the cause of BALLISTER’S shift in mind, it could be maría instead?? We could even do it in their modern verse since I believe María does have one and is a werewolf there 🤔🤔🤔

so I know we already have a lot for them, PATRICK and MARÍA and I am a sucker for hurt/comfort with these two, but perhaps?? Later when the revolution is in full swing and should hyuk be kidnapped by the Capitol, a thread there? Aka Patrick cycles between being 💯 focused on the revolution efforts and being two steps away from a mental breakdown bc literally hyuk is his rock and his peace so take away that and uh….not good things happen. This is all to say, it could be interesting to see a scenario where perhaps maría for once is the stabler one ( however much Patrick will try to still be a pillar of stability for her tho 🥲 )

#mythvoiced #( answered. ) #( ferre answered. ) #fun fact....if you hadn't sent this in #i would have done it for you sooner or later anyways <3 :) #JFLSDKJFKLS anyways do let me know what you think and of course we don't have to do them all if any also!! #hahahaha for some reason there's a lot of eunjae here...but also eunjae is mi favorite enby so #more plots for them :) #if i think of anymore i will let you know also <3