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icefir-windbreaker · 8 months
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Drawn to digital from this ask and reblog. And this is the original meme here, ya HTTYD fans.
Poor Gabriel and Raphael is supporting V1, even when he knew that this plan V1 has to court Gabe is officially doomed.
Rise and Fall AU and OC belong to @muzzleroars btw (Hope you like it.)
The background of the Tranchery Layer is from here.
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cartoonfangirl1218 · 1 year
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Going off from that EoA/Friends post I made a bit. Just imagine if the gang played the quiz. 
(Here’s a link for those who haven’t seen this iconic, hilarious scene where they all play a trivia game of who knows each other better) 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEYgKitZMWE
P2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYM1uQ7QrTc
Just imagine in the end with that final question. Instead of what is Chandler’s job. What is Gabe? (Because honestly poor Gabe gets shafted a bit on the show so I feel like they’d also not know what he does in his job considering how many times they ignore him on missions. 
Gabe: You know what my job is! I’m the Captain of the Guard! 
Naomi: Yeah, but that’s more like your title. 
Gabe: Still? I think it implies a lot of what I do.
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lieutenant-amuel · 2 years
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I re-watched "The Scepter of Night" a while ago, and honestly, an episode where everyone just for once listens to Gabe is something we really deserved to get, but alas.
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gabriel-of-mandela · 2 years
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g̷l̶i̸t̶t̴e̵r̸ ̴i̴s̵ ̷s̸u̶c̶h̴ ̷a̶ ̴b̶e̸a̶u̸t̶i̴f̷u̵l̸ ̵t̴h̷i̴n̴g̸,̴ ̶i̶s̸n̶'̸t̵ ̸i̷t̶?̵ ̷r̶e̵a̵l̸l̸y̷ ̵l̸i̶v̵e̴n̸s̸ ̸u̵p̶ ̵t̷h̴e̵ ̴r̷o̶o̷m̸ ̶-̷ ̷A̸l̵t̴
Adds a lot of character. :)
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muzzleroars · 10 months
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Imagine a slightly scared Virtue trying to pspspspsps V1 with a hand(wing?) full of blood like it was a stray cat.
(see this!)
the fear of being bitten somehow doesn't dissipate when you're a divine being AND the guy you're giving a treat to doesn't even have a mouth
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Can I just say this one little thing?
that ring is ugly.
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okay getting that off my chest, it IS the apocalypse so ya know the whole beggars can’t be choosers thing… plus i’m sure Michonne will make it look 🤌🏽
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heatherfield · 1 year
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Well, DEADFINDR says that Revolutionary War graves are about two rows up.
Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story, Episode 2 “The Ghosts in the Graveyard” [x]
Bonus:
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dawnthefox24 · 4 months
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Cole: *on the phone thinking he called Ana* Uh. . Hey, Ana, I uh, I’ve been stabbed. Gabriel: *Is in total shock not expecting Cole too tell him that* WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU? Cole: Oh sh-Wait- You aren’t Ana. Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you- Gabriel: *Is freaking out since he told Cole to go out and buy some cookies and goes into full dad mode* NO, WHERE ARE YOU? I'M COMING THERE. I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU ALONE!!! PLEASE DON'T TELL ANA THAT YOU'VE BEEN STABBED!! ALSO HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET STABBED!?!
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risarchives · 2 years
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imperium!david brainrot
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devicecontact · 2 days
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Agh ! The fool desperately wants a character to feel happy and have a good ending but the best possible ending for this character, both thematically and for their own good, is a swift death! Everybody laugh and cackle !
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blueberry-bar · 1 month
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she just Tegan, my poor little meow meow
one day ill yap about her being a goober in the hatchetverse eventually
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disastroboy · 7 months
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watch on tiktok if u r so inclined
gotta love a good narrative foil, and jim/gabriel is a gr8 one for crowley 👯
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askthewhiterocket · 3 months
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(asktheisle) Gabe approached the duo, a twinge of familiarity due to recognizing them as people his cousin described in the past. He gave them both a nod, a polite smile as he addressed them.
"I've heard a bit about you both from Nat, I feel like I spotted you when Ho-oh was here too. Finding everything okay, need anything?"
Meg turned around to face Gabe, just as Kyo took off in a different direction. She seemed to have been a bit lost in the moment.
"Oh! Hello there. Yes, we were here for that. It was a quite wonderful sight to behold. It's not every day you get to see Ho-oh up close like that." Meg enthused.
"I appreciate your checking in on us. Everything has been wonderful, but we could use some towels if you have any to spare? I think Kyo just took off to go get some, but I'm not entirely sure she knows where she's going."
@asktheisle
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emersonfreepress · 1 year
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omg I need to make Jessie my bestie, and then matchmake her with Gabe while my NK romances Kile!
it'll be so cuteee, just a pair of besties 🥺🥺
double date, double date, DOUBLE DATE
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muzzleroars · 9 months
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Michael, the Ruined Prince
Michael, having used all of his power to seek out God, had failed as the Prince of Heaven. He had abandoned his people, absent for centuries on a fruitless search filled with unheard, increasingly desperate prayers and an unrelenting, bone-deep exhaustion that is now permanent. His grief grew day by day, and an angel in isolation begins to wither, to warp – they must be with one another lest they twist into their extremes, retreating into their divine purpose until it becomes self-destructive parody. And Michael had already been scarred long ago by his role in banishing Lucifer, by God’s own ever-mounting wrath that ate away at the mercy he was meant to feel alongside it. Michael had already been insular, something had already pulled at the seams of his soul, and now centuries of failure consume him. He would return to Heaven with nothing for his people. Nothing for the siblings he swore to protect.
So his final thought in a deeply troubled mind urged him to try one last time. That if he could not find God, then he must bring God to himself. He must sin, he must beg for punishment, and then God will come to deliver it onto him. Just as He once did to Lucifer. It disgusted him, to think he had to debase himself to be as the sinners he held nothing but vile contempt for ever since he couldn’t cope with the guilt of the first fallen angels. But his prayers have failed, his days of weeping have failed, he moved Heaven, Earth, and all of Hell to come up with empty hands. Less than that. Not even a feeling. So Michael, even as a Cherub who could not, did everything he could to replicate his memories of when he had witnessed God Himself tear the light from His angels. Michael had seen it every time, it was he that had to bind any fallen angel that survived it to their place in Hell. He knew, implicitly, what the ritual was even if God seemed to enact it in one beautiful, elegant motion. And he did just that. Imperfect pantomiming, flawed execution, but the same ritual as best as Michael could copy it. All to himself.
But only God and the high Seraphim can sever an angel from their light.
His soul was rent from his body. His light was torn to shreds by his inexperienced hands. The agony that it screeched resounded all the way back to Heaven in unintelligible, muted whispers of nauseous grief no one could understand. Michael felt himself die, but it was incomplete. He was left in a corpse, a body destroyed and succumbing to all it meant but with him still inside of it. God did not come, and Michael was trapped a ruined body, bereft of a soul, of his light, giving way to rot and deterioration yet fully functional. He could do nothing but take this as a sign from God, one that he will not be punished no matter his crime for being such a loyal servant. Even as his body falls apart, as plants begin to burst from his remains, he believes himself to be blessed – see how he grows God’s garden. See how his crown remains pristine. He adorns his exposed bones with gems and finery, ostensibly as thanks to God for keeping him alive, keeping him sinless when he had so despised his impending fall from grace. But. Michael is, in the back of his mind, highly aware of what he’s become. He knows he is rotting, he knows he is in a dead body, he knows, somewhere, God had nothing to do with it. It was just a mistake, it was just his own foolishness with catastrophic consequence. He is more noxious than a fallen angel now, a botch job shambling numbly back to Heaven when he feels the death of Gabriel.
Upon his return, he largely attempts to hide the rot of his body, at least from the citizenry – he cannot hide it from Raphael or Uriel, nor does he try. To Michael, it proves his devotion, it shows God’s still present love for him, and it is a testimony to how he cannot fall, that he can never lose his place in Heaven. Raphael begs for him to be healed, Uriel pleads reason to him, but neither had ever been as strong as Michael and ultimately, he is their leader. No matter the state he returns in, he is the Prince of the Archangels and truthfully...they both fear him now. He is not the Michael they loved, not the one that had been quiet and stoic yet still loving in return. The Michael that would have done anything for them, that never wanted to lose another like he lost Lucifer. He commands them now to join him in binding Gabriel, his tangible grief the only thing that seems to be left of who he had once been.
Internally, Michael sees their fear, he feels the crushing guilt of Gabriel’s fall, he is violently ill with one true look at himself. He had gone wrong a long, long time ago, when he lost Lucifer, and now all of that was being made manifest, but he can’t face it. As flesh falls away, he covers it more and more with jewels as if that could hide the decay he can feel spreading night and day, the only thing he feels now. He must retreat into his purpose, he must not allow such devastating failure to be his legacy. So he turns on Gabriel. Gabriel, whose light had been severed. Who walks freely in an abandoned Hell. Who still has a living, breathing body. Michael’s vitriol toward the damned hones in on Gabriel, consumed with being sure he is left nailed to the lowest pit in Hell for his treachery. All the love he once had turns to hatred and in it, the other three can see that Michael has been left shattered, that nothing in him truly believes God made him this way. God’s most loyal, left to rot.
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Michael now always exudes the Odor of Sanctity, but there is a distinct undertone of mold to it
The opalescent webbing that runs through his body is the angelic brain - normally it is iridescent and transparent with a strange glow, but Michael's is opaque and dull
Michael now prefers walking, something noted as unusual when he returned to Heaven, but it's simply due to the fact that his body has been left entirely numb and so it's difficult to maneuver in the air properly
He is very protective of his crown and dragon-skin bag, as they seem to be the only things left uncorrupted on him
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this is actually my all time favorite spn screencap
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