#gavrele

[mothsmuses]

“you know lucifer? wow, he really knows a lot of people here in l.a.! i mean -- i guess that makes sense, given he owns a night club ‘n all but. . .”

@gavrele​

[hvlfbrcd]

@gavrele​ liked your post. 

                          Alexandrea came to, her mind in a daze. She does not quite recall exactly the events which led to this precise moment, but what she does know is that this place is exceedingly dark. The hybrid is familiar with dark places, having frequented Hell itself with her beloved father, but this -- this was a level all it’s own. No color. No life. Nothing. Absolute nothingness. In that nothingness, she began to feel an unparalleled sorrow. Nostrils flare as she smells all the sleeping entities which resided there in what she could only imagine was a manner of unrest. 

                      Forgoing all of the external distractions, she returned her focus to her purpose for being there. Swallowing hard, she summons up the courage necessary to further advance into it. Cautious of where she stepped so as to not disturb the beings lying in her path, she kept her senses sharp in an attempt to pinpoint her beloved uncle. How or why he had gotten here was a mystery, but not one she needed to solve right then and there. She would have plenty of questions for him, once she found him.

                                              “Hello?” She called out softly, turning to and fro. 

                             In search of angel grace, she continued through the darkness - and even though she was not by herself, she could not help but to feel engulfed in loneliness, feeling an ever-growing void within herself. Perhaps this is why the called it ‘the Empty’. Here, she did not feel powerful. Here, she felt weak. Frowning, she felt the sting of tears welling in her eyes. Misery encompassed her in a way she had not yet known. Was this what death was really like? It is then that she thinks of all the creatures she had sentenced to such a fate. Did they reside in this wretched place? Guilt accompanied her loneliness. No matter the valiant attempt to hold back her tears, one traitorous drop trickled down her cheek. And another.

                                                                        “U-uncle?” 

                            She called out, her words cracked under the weight of her own condemnation. 

                                          “Hello?!” A little louder this time. 

                           Shortly after, invisible echoes of hushing sounds fill her ears as entities feigning sleep tried to warn her not to be too vocal - not here. Not now. Trudging forward, it seemed the further she went, the heavier her boot-clad feet had gotten. It is then when she stops dead in her tracks, a glint of recognition as her essence is called to one similar. It is not like her father’s but not unlike it, either. He was here - somewhere, close. She wanted to call out for him again, but she knew she must heed the warnings she had just received for she did not want that wretched cosmic entity to coming rushing to her, to know she was there. Even here, she did not belong. Looking to her right, she glanced over that blackness before pinpointing the spot. A few more steps. 

                                                         “Uncle?” She whispered, crouching down. “Wake up...please.” 

[foxymuses]

20-24 for the mun asks!

catch me not knowing if this is the right meme, but yolo

Is there someone you admire on here?

oh there are lots of people! i mean, i generally admire like.. all the people i follow. it’s why i followed you! i wouldn’t say i admire any one blog in particular, namely bc i’m an anxiety ridden mess who wouldn’t handle namedropping anyone especially if we don’t interact. but rest assured, you’re all amazing, i love you, keep doing what you do ‘cause you’re doing it right, whatever ‘it’ is.

What is it you prefer: angst, fluff, or smut? Why?

angst. god angst. listen give me the ability to completely ruin a muse, to make you cry, to break everything and i’ll take it. i live for tragedy. i love saying ‘okay but consider’ and if you write with me long enough, you’ll know to answer with ‘oh no’. 

If you could recommend at least five blogs to your followers, who would they be?

*coughs* i v much suggest ya’ll follow harley here, on all their blogs. all of them.  @interphrase ofc bc who else puts up with my shit better than dust (also dust agreed to write? a character i created? and they’re doing fantastic at making her their own? dust is the bomb, okay) oh gosh i’m having the same problem as naming people i admire. it makes me feel weird. because i love everyone but WHAT IF no okay, also @twxcesaved, @littlebookstore, @beliefruined uh... JUST FOLLOW EVERYONE OKAY

What’s the one thing you dislike about the roleplaying community on Tumblr?

one thing? jesus. okay um --- my biggest peeve with the rpc is that like. if people aren’t doing things your way, then they’re wrong. no aesthetics? wrong. don’t write smut? wrong. don’t like that character or fandom or headcanon? wrong. like, listen. aint nobody here is right either, okay, we’re all just interpreting things we like how we feel works, there isn’t a good way to write, a good thing to write about, or a good way to act or aesthetic or whatever. you do you, and leave others the fuck alone to do them. there’s so much censorship on this hellsite even though people preach it’s ‘a safe space’ or whatever, like tumblr pretends to be this social justice warrior of acceptance, but half the time the people claiming these things are hypocrites and causing more problems then allegedly they’re trying to solve. mind yo own business, folks. it’s easy. and if you don’t like something someone else is doing? unfollow and move on. don’t start shit.

Where do you draw your inspiration from?

usually music, honestly. if you become close to me ooc (which is incredibly easy to do, i promise) i will spam you with songs i think fit our muses and interactions. but i also use pinterest a lot to help get the general aesthetic down. then a lot of my inspo just straight up comes from canon and/or my disgust with canon so *shrugs*

[deusgladio-archive]

gabe vc: mike wazowski

“. . .“

“sometimes, I worry about you, brother.“

[masterstrange-closed]

“ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, could do something about this thunderstorm ? ”  Stephen grunted miserably, his head resting in his hand as he leaned over his desk. Eyes struggling to focus on the text in front of him. “ It’s giving me a headache. ”

@gavrele​ / 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

[hellruins]

@gavrele​ asked: flicks at with a wing, leaning forward to look at something below their perch. " i think that blob finally moved. " - pre-fall

            lucifer gave a soft glare over his shoulder, obviously more interested in other things than the blob his brother was so keen on. “ who cares? this is so boring. ” 

[maternephilim-archive]

gavrele ; αɾƈԋαɳɠҽʅ ɠαႦɾιҽʅ & ƙҽʅʅყ ƙʅιɳҽ.

"𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋? 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓." she doesn’t understand many things, she had little time to understand it all. lucifer, a miraculous pregnancy, the birth of their son and her death and then, a bright light and she was back. she felt closer to Jack, just as close as she had been to him when he was inside her womb.              Green eyes question as she stares at the angel before her, she is worried, concern, half embarrassed by her words and thoughts. “I can feel Jack, and Lucifer too, which it’s odd, I never knew him besides. . .”and back then he had been pretending. But the devil is dead, right? But he feels it, dim and distant but it’s there. “I figure this is how people feel after an angel leaves their body.” How do people cope with it? Being so close to the sun and going back to just being, them humans, fragile, strong and weak at the same time. There is a faint smile on Kelly’s lips as she looks down, a gentle chuckle. “I sound so silly to you, surely.”

[sigrvif]

          @gavrele​ said: don't mind Gabriel over here, he's just admiring his beautiful wife with the biggest heart eyes ever

           she doesn’t quite feel beautiful lately, but the way he’s looking at her makes her think that maybe she doesn’t look like a complete mess today. if he’s even looking at her, and not the pastry in her hand.