Oh that's very nice but he's still not quite my taste fictional crush wise—
He's a people pleaser who isn't normal about it whatsoever
Do love that, I think I'm more one to ship him with other characters—
He's getting more and more menacing. He has a musical number in which he exerts godlike control of the medium he's in. He has body horror moments and his anger comes with megalomania.
Gabriel but he's had one too many drinks but then he crashes into a tree/gets stuck in the branches (not a fic request btw, i just wanted to share this random thought cuz it was silly)
HAHAHAHA-
“How did you even…what?”
“Laaaamb… My lamb… did you know… that the sky is made of colours… [CHOKING ON A SOB] BECAUSE I DID NOT-”
Has anyone thought about the seam + jevil and tenna + spamton parallels yet. The haunted and their witnesses. Characters who give you more information on the outcasts, and the outcasts in question. Characters who know more than they should, and characters who know so much it has broken them completely.
(though arguably the other parallel here is seam + jevil and spamton + the addisons. Shopkeepers of a dark world, and a figure of that same dark world cast aside. Both are key to…finding keys.)
Hihiiii! I dunno if you still write for Alternate Gabriel, but if you do, can I please request some cuddles headcanons with him uhhhh👉👈 (I’m so sorry I know I’m cringe, it’s just uughuh hyperfixationsss…) if you’re busy you don’t have to answer this sooo yeah, hope you have a good day/night, thank you so much in advance!!!💗💗💗💗 luv your work by the way!
Ah gosh, been a while since I've gotten one of these sorts of asks! I'm always flattered to get them, so don't be afraid, I promise I don't bite unless the situation calls for it. All this to say:
CRINGE IS A MATTER OF SUBJECTIVITY, AND OBJECTIVELY, WE SHALT CONSIDER OURSELVES ABOVE THAT SHIT. CUDDLE HEADCANONS BELOW THE CUT!
Eldritch horror, but to your benefit. That's just his main prerogative! You will never have to worry about being too cold or too hot again when the one who loves you can shift from snake-on-a-sunlit-stone warm to statue-in-the-rain cold.
Wings. Wings. Wings wrapping around you like a blanket.
He'll take advantage of the fact that he's larger to pin you down for cuddles, especially if he knows you'd like to cuddle but you're not doing so.
Sweet nothings take many forms
Some nights he might mutter about every star he has seen, every shape the clouds have take, and the sound of his whispers lulls you to sleep beneath blankets of cloth and wings.
Sometimes he might curl his head into your neck and whisper what you think is praise…you're not quite sure, the words are ones you have never heard before. Are they even words?
On the days when the world has you down, he'll become your cocoon, laying you across his chest with his wings engulfing you.
"Tell me about your day."
He knows everything, but it's best you speak your mind, and let the weight slip away as the words leave you.
The world falls away. Figuratively…perhaps even literally. It's only you.