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thewhiterabbit42:

PSA: If you are under the age of 18 do not follow / interact with NSFW 18+ only blogs.

It’s against the law for people to provide explicit content to minors, it’s not healthy for you, and bottom line is that tumblr is deleting people’s blogs for it and not giving them back. Even though their blogs are flagged NSFW. Even if they properly tag / warn. Even if they actively block minors.

First and foremost, protect yourself. Don’t expose yourself to graphic things (it does have an impact), and please don’t ruin things for everyone else.

If you are under 18, please unfollow me now and refollow when you are of age.

If I find someone under 18 following me or any of my explicit side blogs, I will not only block you, but I will start calling you out. People with way more followers than I have are losing their blogs and having to start from scratch, and it’s bullshit.

My big issue is that Tumblr isn’t doing sh** to stop this. They say that kids can’t look at NSFW stuff, THEN GIVE US A WAY TO STOP THAT INSTEAD OF JUST SITTING THERE DELETING BLOGS.

To anyone following me under 18, I rarely post nsfw things, but please be kind and unfollow me. I know what it’s like to be a teen and looking at that stuff, trust me. But it’s much more dangerous times now for us writers.

Much love to my minor followers.

And to all writers, artists, etc, I’m sorry that censorship has become such a problem in our world.

blueeyesandpie:

Prompt: Gabriel in the Empty, fucking shit up. (Maybe include his horn somehow)

Gabriel blinked, and darkness consumed him.

He blinked again, a rapid succession, but the void of nothing surrounding him remained the same- unchanging, suffocating, absolute in its intensity. “Damn,” he whispered as realization dawned.

It seemed death was not all it had been cracked up to be.

“Time to blow this popsicle stand,” he told the void in a matter of fact tone, and pushed himself to his feet. Energy crackled and the distant sound of feathers finally broke the preternatural silence, but other than that- nothing happened. Gabriel frowned and tried again, but the darkness remained the same, inky and blood-thick.

“I want to speak to your manager,” he informed no one in particular. “This place blows.”

As he fell silent, Gabriel felt a shiver of electricity beneath his skin, something off, almost slimy, that rolled through every fiber of his existence. It collected in a mass off to the side, but he could still feel the energy. It explored him with irritated curiosity, and he fought the urge to scrub his skin clean of the feel.

“I only strip for paying customers,” he drawled, “I’m afraid I’m out of your league, bucko, so get your paws off me before I call the bouncer.”

Something laughed, a harsh, sarcastic bark of sound that seemed entirely too familiar. A moment later the shadowy mass bubbled outward, shifted, collected light until it formed into the likeness of Gabriel himself- if Gabriel visibly hated everyone and everything that moved, anyway.

“First the angsty trenchcoat wonder, now you, captain smarty pants. Children these days, never knowing their limits. What are you doing,” his doppleganger waved a red sucker in a vague circle, “awake?”

“I’ve never been much of a Sleeping Beauty,” Gabriel replied with a laugh. “Where am I?” Keep it talking.

“The only thing that matters is it’s eternal siesta time, amigo. Close your eyes now. You deserve a little peace, don’t ya think?”

Gabriel thought about it. He actually did, lips pursed as he stared into the velvet black nothing beyond the creature’s shoulder. Peace was tempting. To feel nothing, to know nothing, to never fight or kill his family again, to stop running…it would only take a moment of surrender and he could have it.

I win, brother. Red eyes flashed, violent and triumphant in victory, and Gabriel’s chin shot up in defiance.

“Love the idea, really I do, but I have a hot date in Lebanon that I simply can’t miss. Angry like a bear on steroids, but body like you wouldn’t believe, and liable to start another apocalypse if I don’t get back in time. Rain check on the whole siesta idea. How about you send me back, instead?”

“Nope, nope, no. No can do, Gabe. See, you’re dead. Kicked the bucket, bit the big one, felt the icy hand, pushing daisies, you catch my drift? You’re here for good, kiddo.” Other-Gabe rolled his eyes upward in exaggerated annoyance. “Just close your damn eyes already.”

“Nah.” Gabriel shrugged, spreading his hands as he stepped forward. “I appreciate the offer. I’m sure the benefits are great and all, but truth is, I’m looking for more. Hot chicks. Good food. A scuffle or two to keep things interesting. I won’t give that up for a nap in the underbelly of Hell.”

“You’re as funny as a screen door on a submarine.” The thing might have his face, but when it got up close like it did just then, Gabriel could see the emptiness in its eyes. The archangel bit the inside of his cheek, the burst of copper distracting him from the hypnotic draw of that abyss. “Go to sleep before I smash you like the mosquito you are.”

“Okay sure, just answer one question for me first: How many dead angels are around me?”

Other-Gabriel blinked, clearly taken aback by the ease of his capitulation. “All of them.” It paused a second, then added suspiciously, “Why are you laughing?”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.” The archangel lifted his hand, thumb clicking against his palm with a sharp snap as grace surged through his vessel’s bones. “Party time, sucker.”

Not-Gabe twitched as a low rustle rose in the surrounding silence. “What? No. Stop. Stop!” Confused murmurs layered over the sound of shifting fabric and shuffling limbs.

Gabriel forced himself to give the thing a shit-eating grin, all golden-eyed confidence and casual charm. “My dad might have fucked off to nowhere without so much as a Dear John, but none of the kids will deny he gave the best presents.” The being, whatever it was, looked up the same time as Gabriel did. Above them hung a sigil that glowed silver against the depths of nothing. “He said this one’s little more than a party trick, but I hear the humans call it the Horn of Gabriel. Me? I just call it the ace up my sleeve.”

It shouldn’t have been strange to see his own vessel’s face twist up after the time he spent with Loki, but the rage radiating from it at that moment was so alien it felt like physical assault. The sigil disappeared with a crack of sound like the universe had torn asunder. “What have you done?”

Gabriel didn’t bother responding immediately. He didn’t have to. Out of the shadows the angels came, one at a time. Raphael, brushing his skirt over his hips and looking annoyed. Anna with tousled hair, Samandriel’s confused stare. Rachel, Hannah, Balthazar. Gadreel with a scowl like he wouldn’t rest until he broke something. On and on, some faces he hadn’t seen since before the first chimp scared the shit out of itself with fire, some more recent, and some he wasn’t expecting to see at all.

“My job, douchebag. Now open the damn door.”

Gabriel blinked, and golden light suffused the world.

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