#archangle gabriel

[ineffable-suffering]

What if it wasn't Aziraphale and Crowley who performed the 25 Lazarii miracle?

... but actually Jimbriel? Because listen:

They place him and his chair right on top of the array in Aziraphale's bookshop (it's shot so, so obviously that they do)

They're holding hands/connecting with him

Also: Jimbriel crossing his arms when Crowley says "You take his right hand, I take his left" always struck me as a little weird (almost like a muscle memory kind of thing? maybe crossing his arms would have somehow hindered his participation in the miracle? but they uncrossed them for him so it worked a little too well?)

And we're never really told whether or not Jimbriel has actually lost his powers, too. He just doesn't remember he has them. So obviously he doesn't use them anymore. But maybe this was almost instinctual? Just like humming 'Everyday'?

Point is: What if it wasn't the miracle of a demon and an angel, but the miracle of a demon, an angel and a supreme archangel? After all, we're told that 25 Lazarii is something only the mightiest of archangels could conjure up.

Well ... what if he did? Completely accidentally. Because he was happy that someone was holding his hand(s).

"I see what's going on here: I don't go to the outside – and now I have two friends!"

#good omens season 2 #gos2 #go2 #good omens 2 #good omens #good omens meta #aziraphale #crowley #gabriel #jimbriel #archangle gabriel #jim just wants some friends #my own meta

[jokingmisfit]

The Archangles

#im so sorry ive had this in my head for months #its pretty funny to me #idk if anyones done this before #spn crack #supernatural memes #supernatural lucifer #supernatural #supernatural gabriel #supernatural michael #supernatural raphael #spn x reader #spn #spn funny #supernatural funny #supernatural crack #supernatural x reader #lucifer x reader #spn archangels #archangels #archangles #raphael x reader #spn raphael #spn gabriel #gabriel x reader #spn michael #michael x reader #please laugh

[containedconspiracy]

FUCK THIS ONE GUY IN PARTICULAR.

#postsfromthecontainmentcell #tmc #the mandela catalogue #alternate #archangle gabrie #tmc gabriel #he's like some massive horrible statue to me. #weeping angel type shit #oh i hate you gabriel #why are you like that

[klayr-de-gall]

Reunion 

As the last one to arrive to the Empty, and finally free of his fathers narrative, Michael manages to stay awake long enough to find his brothers and sister. Now they rest together, waiting for the moment to be awoken. Michael deserves to be a protective older brother! Also, in the good SPN ending that exists in my head, they would have deserved to team up. I had fun drawing all of them. This wings took me 7 hours. Now y'all know why I never draw Michael with all six of his wings xD

[Social Media Masterpost]

#spn #supernatural #michael spn #archangel michael #gabriel spn #lucifer spn #raphael spn #archangles spn #archangle cuddle pile #I dind't plan on making this so angsty #but well #I have a soft spot for them being siblings #and michael being the older brother #Mr. I curl my wings around everything I love #my art

[mark4markaz]

daily reminder

christian man reveals he has a bitch and is bisexual

“is this canon..”

#mandela catalogue #the archangle gabriel #gabriel #discord shittalking be like #PLEASE THIS WAS A JOKE

[theconstellationprincess]

More Gabriel because I love him <3

Post-Armageddon’t Gabriel is not vibing. He’s very stressed, and She (God) has not been forthcoming with anything he needs to do. So, he works and works and works, he does so much paperwork that even Michael is impressed

And then he starts to get to know Beelzebub and he falls in love with them. And suddenly, his work ethics starts to dissipate, because when he’s with Beelzebub, he doesn’t need to worry about anything, and he wants to be like that… all the time.

And, after a particularly awful meeting with the other Archangles and the Metatron, it happens. The same feeling he gets around Beelzebub- well a little different. He doesn’t feel safe, or loved, but his thoughts slow, and things seem… simpler?

It’s strange. He’s almost tempted to contact Aziraphale to see if there’s a book about it. It fascinates him.

However, it’s very bad for his work ethic, so he avoids it as much as possible. He needs to work so that the next time something happens, he’s prepared. So what if he has actually started sleeping in short bursts because he can’t focus otherwise? So what if half of the time he has to squint when doing paperwork because his eyes are wet for some reason? He’ll be fine, he just needs to work.

And then some stupid misguided young angles decide to pop down to earth and wreak some havoc on Aziraphale and Crowley, resulting in a lot of paperwork, and so much stress. And Gabriel almost loses it on them. His wings come out, he gets a few extra eyes… not the whole shebang but enough that Michael ushers him away and Uriel takes over.

Michael is mad at him. He tucks himself away and apologizes, reassures her that it’s because of some Random excuses and it won’t happen again.

The moment he’s alone he heads to earth. He pops into a cave he knows is safe but empty, and let’s go. His wings come out, he gets extra eyes, but more importantly, his thoughts slow. He curls up on the ground, and his eyes do the wetness thing again, and he wraps his arms around himself.

He wants Bee- Beelzebub. He doesn’t need to breathe but finds himself struggling to anyways. He fumbled with his phone (sending a small thanks upwards that he had it with him, and calls their phone.

“Beelzebub,” he greets in a small voice. He hadn’t known his voice could be that high, or soft. “How are you?”

“Gabriel? Izzz everything alright?” He blinks at their tone. Why are they worried? Is his voice too weird?

“Yes.” He says. His corporal form must be malfunctioning, leaking so much fluid and now his mouth feels strange. “Sorry.” Why did he say that?

“It’zzz fine?” Beelzebub sounded confused. Gabriel made a sad noise. It was pathetic and he chastised himself for it. He did it again. “I need to get back to work.” He made the sad noise again. He wanted Bee, in person. He wanted close contact-

What? What was wrong with him? He’s an Archangel, one of the closest to the top of Heaven, why was he so desperate for human affection from a Prince of Hell?

“Gabriel?” Was Beelzebub still on the line? Gabriel made some sort of weird noise. Why was his corporation so odd?

“Bee,” he said, despite not meaning too. It came out soft and desperate. His lungs were burning, and his face was wet. Stupid Human form. Beelzebub was saying something, but he couldn’t understand what. He wanted them with him.

And there they were! Gabriel lit up when he saw them, literally. His wings glowed and his eyes perceived them with angelic light. “Bee!” He greeted, voice disorted but happy. Beelzebub looked a little nervous, and Gabriel frowned. He tried to wrangle himself back inwards, but it was hard. He got rid of most of his eyes, and 2 of his 3 sets of wings. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Oh zzilly angel.” Beelzebub whispered. “You can let yourself out, I don’t mind.” Gabriel hummed and released his (fragile) hold on his being. He relaxed. He had Bee here. He reached out towards them without thinking. They looked confused but approached him. He didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted, but Bee seemed to know.

As soon as he had an armful of demon, he felt himself fully slip away. This was the part he could never reach on his own. He sighed happily, and nuzzled into Beelzebubs neck. If he could stay here forever, he would be so happy.

#age regression #star writes #this turned out much longer than I expected #agere #sfw agere #good omens gabriel #Gabriel #good omens #good omens season 2 spoiles #good omens age regession #good omens agere #Gabriel agere #go Gabriel #good omens beelzebub #beelzebub #little Gabriel

[sublime-linguist]

Been thinking about furry hrt

It hurts to walk on my legs, to not have a tail to brush against someone, something to balance me, to make the weight of my own body bearable.

People know im not walking right, they call it an "autistic walk" or a "limp", but i know they can feel that something is *wrong* with me. This walk is supposed to belong in a different body.

I keep hearing about it, i know they used it experimentally on some girl a month or two ago in france – they say its dangerous, unnatural, if not an outright joke. I keep my copy of that magazine carefully tucked in between the rest that pile up on the bench, never really ready to admit to anyone that "yeah i heard about that girl... what a fucking freak... to *do* that to your body?"

I cant tell them that it feels like the archangle gabriel himself has just flown down from the heavens to spoonfeed me pudding, that this is the first possibility, the first hope, that has made my heart beat in years – i dont get hopes, i get tasks, and maybe a treat if i understand the assignmemt.

Its not like ill ever be able to afford it, I can hold an odd job here or there, but anything beyond that starts to scrutinize, starts to notice. Im living off of my family now, shitty as that feels. They say its fine, that im spreading my wings, figuring it out, i know they're worried, and i want to scream at them sometimes – its not wings i want.

I want a tail

I want a coat of fur, matted, floofed I dont care.

This skin is too bare, too rough.

I want my mouth to be a snout, i want to chomp, to nuzzle, to sniff, not these poor approximations i save for my bemused partners in the dead of night.

Where are the soft pads on my feet, where are my *claws*? Oh god where are my claws? I have been declawed without pain, i think, maybe this is a good thing, I'd never have to have that surgery, that risk.

I hate that fox on the cover, we don't even know if it works for cats, but i don't care, ill take the fox genes i don't care, they say foxes are like cats right? I don't care.

#furry #furry hrt #writing

[onlineviolence]

where do you get inspo from to make your angel designs? ive been wanting to make some of my own archangles for ultrakill but ive been struggling with design ideas ):

it's mostly "gabriel but (something different)"

like. armor and cross on the face but I like giving them all different variations of crosses (Michael has the patriarchal cross, gamaliel unintentionally has an inverted cross)

also horns. horns and funny things on their helmets I cannot STAND them being bald

yuriel is inspired by the oc I based her off of (my tf oc Seraph)

i only decided she had a sort of light/sun motif After i already designed her

gamaliel definitely had more thought behind their design because I wanted horns that Stabbed back into the head like how it sometimes happens to rams

but most of the time I use the symmetry tool, and scribble until I find something I like and get advice from my partner

I'm a furry also so there's always animal traits somewhere

honestly go wild there's so many possibilities out there are no rules and if you don't like what you make you can always try again later

#anonymous

[forrest-bastard]

Here's my fix-it for s2 ep 6, and hoe i imagine it going in my head before going to sleep every night the past month, Enjoy!

"It's probably best if I start off doing all the talking, you do all the listening, 'cause if I don't start talking now, I won't ever start talking, right?"

Crowley paces back and forth building sentenced in his head and scratching out parts, rewriting them again untill he thinks he has a solid ground to work from.

"Yes, so..." Just as he's opening his mouth to start talking Aziraphale puts up two fingers, indicating him to hold on a second.

"What's that lovely human expression? Oh, yes! Hold that thought!" He says, practically beeming.

Crowley can't help but wonder weather or not he's knowingly oblivious, or just ignoring the fact that he's standing there, hands in his pockets sweating. Aziraphale had always been good at knowing Crowleys emotions before himself, yet now, when he's the text book example of anxiety he has no clue.

"I have some incredibly good news to give you!" Aziraphale shines.

"Really?" Maybe Nina and Maggie caught him entering the shop, gave him the lesson and now He feels he has to be heroic and spill everything before Crowley does. That must be the case, Crowley thinks, thumbing with the end of his tie 

"So, um... the Metatron, you know, I don't think he's as bad a fellow.." The Angel stars, looking around the shop not meeting Crowleys eyes.

"Well, I think I might've misjudged him. You see, I... Well, he said, um, that Gabriel obviously hadn't worked out...  as Supreme Archangel and Commander of the Heavenly Host, and he asked who I thought should take over in Heaven now that Gabriel was gone." Aziraphales continues, laughing nervousley in-between segments.

"He said I was the only fit candidate, Me, an archangle, supreme archangel, and He said I could appoint you to be an angel. You could come back to Heaven and... and everything, like the old times. Only, even nicer." Aziraphale finished, looking at crowley with the softest eyes, and the smile that could melt glaciers.

"Right, and you told Him just where he could stick it, then?"

Everything was crumbling, 6000 years of hard work, self improvement and friendship. Crowley knew it was to much to ask, of course he would be second best to Heaven, he was a fool thinking otherwise.

Aziraphale responded with a confused look, opening his mouth to start saying something.

"Oh, we're better than that, you're better than that, Angel! You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell, I said no. I'm not gonna be joining their team. Neither should you." He was pacing again, on the werge of ripping out his hair, and also falling to his knees sobbing. But he did neither, he stood, centimeters away, and looked at  Aziraphale.

"But... Well, obviously you said no to Hell, you're the bad guys. But Heaven... Well, it's the side of truth, of light, of good." Aziraphale looked at Crowley with pain in his eyes.

Crowley, noticed, he saw, something was not right, Aziraphale had been spinning his ring this whole time. Wich meant that something was wrong.

"Tell me you said no?" He asked, taking a step closer and taking off his sunglasses.

Aziraphale looked at him, tears filling his eyes, not even blinking while he reached out his hand towards the demon.

"Crowley, I" he started taking one very trained step forward "I tried, somethings.."

Crowley took ahold of his hand, he knew it was to good to be true, but he was right, something was wrong, Aziraphale didn't want to leave.

"What's going on?" He tried asking holding the Angels hand as if he were to disappear any moment.

"He did something, I can't think" Aziraphale said, his vision going blurry.

"Okay, okay, shit" Crowley was now panicking, heaven wanted Aziraphale, Aziraphale did not want heaven, heaven would not agree to that, so they what, took controll. He had no intentions of thinking any further about what might happen now that he knew. He knew that they had tried, and he knew that Aziraphlae was strong enough to not want to leave earth, leave him, maybe.

"You know Jim, yeah?" Crowley started looking panicked, and angrier than ever, "let's do that miracle thing again, yeah, okay, good"

Aziraphales eyes gad slowly been filling up with tears that were silently falling down his cheeks. He did not dare move, if he did he was afraid he would loose conteoll over himself again. All he could do was squeeze Crowleys hand in agreement.

"Right" The demon said, taking one step closer to Azoraphale, close enough to be looking down upon him. "Just focus on anything you can, about this" he said motioning around, generally towards earth and humanity and all that, but mostly at the books, his books, his shop, his life. "Think about what you don't want to leave behind and I'll do all the rest, good, yes?"

Crowley took a deep breath and tried ti smile down at Aziraphale, giving him what he hoped was a encouraging smile, but it mostley looked like a furious grimace.  Then he grabbed ahold of Azriaphales suit lapel and drawing him in.

Salt, was the only thing Crowley could taste, the salt of tears. Warm streams rolling down over his lips and down his chin. Aziraphle had managed to move placing his hands upon crowleys waist, gripping the fabric of his blazer.

Crowley had been there, everywhere, he had been there when Aziraphale first doubted, the soft breeze from the sea blowing salt into his face. He had wanted so to comfort, but he knew not how. He had stayed seated, offered his words instead of his warmth. Now he could do both. They had left him stranded, between Heaven and Hell, Crowley was furios. Aziraphale deserved to be admired, and he should have been feared aswell. Going against Heaven and Hell, more than once, yet never being free.

The room around them had been glowing. Passersby outside would have probably called the fire department, if they had noticed, but they didn't, and no one ever would. Neither Heaven nor Hell.

Crowley had relived six millennia, rewriting history, and Aziraphale had gone with him. They both thought of the same thing. The one thing on earth, and in the whole universe all other places that did not exist yet, they didn't want to leave. Eachother.

Neither of them would be able to tell how long they had stood there, breathing eachothers air, holding the other. But when they pulled apart, looking at eachother, they were glowing.

Aziraphale was radiating warmth, his hair itself buring like a halo. He looked up at The demon before him, seeing for the first time the gold in his eyes, and the burning tears that covered his flushed cheeks.

Crowley, who was staring at Aziraphale could see, as if for the first time, he saw freakels, like constellations across the angels face, glowing like the burning stars he had created.

"Are you alright? my dear" Aziraphale tentatively asked, slowly raising his hand to dry one tear that was making its way down Crowleys face. "You look a bit drained"

"S' fine, I'm good" He said, taking a moment to blink, for the first time. "I think" he starts letting go of Aziraphales suit, and instead letting his hands gently rest against the others chest. "I think we're good"

"I think so too, I can see you again" Aziraphale said.

"You, you couldn't before?" Crowley asked worried, angry and with the burning haterade for heaven.

"Ah, no" Aziraphale awnsered a bit sad, and also confused, as to why it had been an irreversible truth. "When I left him outside, Oh he's still here, he must be" Aziraphale was struck with panick, he had left the Metatron outside, and just forgotten about him.

Crowley took a few swift steps towards the window, gazibg through the blinds, and seeing an older gentleman, sipping quietly at his coffee.

"I think we're in the clear, but just in case let's stay in here" he said, going ovether to the door and switching the sign to closed, and  looking the doors

#good omens #good omens season 2 #Aziracrow #good omens oneshot #if i were to be happy it would be in this universe #Aziraphale #crowley #a j crowley

[friendlyboyo]

Based on yhe post by @incorrect-good-omens post. Go check them out! THEY'RE AMAZING!

#good omens #good omens fanart #Ineffable Husbands #archangle gabriel #threatened by a marshmellow #hope you enjoy this piece of crap

[safe-soulonoscopy]

For those of you who have Gabriel playlists, you better put ‘Part of Your World’ from the little mermaid on there. It fits him so well and no you can’t tell me different.

#archangle gabriel #gabriel spn #gabriel #little mermaid #character playlist #Dewit

[discoinfernocrowby]

DTIYS

Good Omens DTIYS challenge. Requirements: just draw the picture  ¯\_(:/)_/¯ make sure to tag me (both digital and traditional is fine)

Due Date: January 31st Prize: top 3 winners will get a free story written for them i am not an artist but thought this would be fun

#good omens #gomens #dtiys #dtiys challenge #crowley #aziraphale #principality aziraphale #beelzebub #gabriel #archangle gabriel

[biji13]

Good Omens <3 played around with their wings

#good omens #good omens fanart #aziraphale #gabriel #my art #fanart #fan art #wings #good omens gabriel #good omens aziraphale #archangle gabriel

[foursugars]

Good omens and vines

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #adam young #archangle gabriel

[hayleychr]

Question...

I vividly remember a scene in Gabriel’s office where they like have Gabriel and Beelzebub like strightening up their clothes like they had just,, ya know, done the do.. and then they walked out of his office like they had been in a meeting..

AND I CANT FIND IT ANYWHERE IN THE WHOLE SEASON??! DID I DREAM A WHOLE SCENE? AM I THAT FAR GONE??

#good omens #go gabriel #go belzebub #belzebub #ineffable beurocracy #idk how to spell #archangle gabriel #guys did this really happen?? #or am i just crazy?? #tv omens

[fangirlingpuggle]

So with the Crowley was Raphael before he fell idea so what about an AU where the reason the angles are so harsh on Azhiraphale is because they all KNOW Raphael was crazy about him!! Like even pre-fall he was smitten and pining and all the arch angles know (they all teased their bother constantly)

Only they don't know Crowley was Raphael  (they think he is dead or lost)all they see is Azirapahale loving a demon and that’s just wrong when their brother loved him so much and he didn't even notice, when their brother hung the stars in the sky for him, made constellations all for him. and yet he chooses a demon.

Bonus: Angles hurt Zira and Crowley saves him only for archangels to realise who he is and just how badly they have fucked up!

#ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #crowley was raphael #raphael #good omens #angles #angles are dicks #gabriel #michael #uriel #archangles #AU #fic prompt