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woundlingus · 2 months
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Best angels alignment chart;
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(Edit for forgot to add link to original x)
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panthera-dei · 1 year
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I'm still stuck on the discussion of Castiel's handwriting from before, so now I'm going to throw in my two cents' worth.
Enochian is actually really hard to write. Or at least it is for me because I am artistically challenged. Especially if I'm using a ballpoint pen or a pencil instead of a brush pen or a fountain pen. The lines are all of different thicknesses and there are different serifs and flourishes that make each letter unique.
There's also, as I have recently discovered, a "script" version that is much easier to draw/write on the fly with a simple pen. The lines are relatively the same thickness and most of them are similar shapes to the original letters, but they can be written much more quickly and by someone with less skill.
My first thought was that Cas would surely use the "cursive" version like I do. It's faster, easier, and more efficient.
But then... I think Castiel is an artist at heart. I think he likes the poetry of the lines and the weight of the brush strokes. I think he'd enjoy writing "real" Enochian more than the quick-and-dirty version. Because Cas is smart, pays attention to details, and sees the beauty in small things. 💙
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Supernatural & Destiel Memes [pt.2]
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theres so much to think about for angels and their true forms. id like to think of it as they are light itself. they screech because whats the most human noise you can make? a yell. id also like to think maybe, just maybe, they have a second 'true' form. something more human. something a trusted human can see. i think that theyd somehow find a way to show humans their wings. maybe an angel discovered it on accident after falling in love with a human. or maybe they created the second 'true' form when it didnt exist. i think angels and humans have more in common than theyd like to believe. michael and adam are great examples of this. they understand each other so intimately, they know their needs so well. and if more angels saw that then maybe (just maybe) theyd like earth a lot more.
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mochatheangelkiller · 2 months
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One HC I have is that when angels die, their wings get seared, not onto the surface they die on but onto the very fabric of creation. Think about it,
Angels are other worldly, literally from heaven. Their trueform is so precious that humans, demons and monsters alike, die or go blind when they see them. So why would their wings, supposedly one of the most fragile and strongest part of their body burn into just the concrete?
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cecenyss · 1 year
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The real tragedy of the angels being born before the turning of the celestial spheres is that they don’t have a zodiac sign for me to use to make arbitrary judgements of their character
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13x02 · 8 months
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thinking and pondering about angels and their rebellion now.
lucifer didn't want to protect humanity and wanted them gone. uriel picked siding with lucifer because he hated humans. anna wanted to know what the humans felt. castiel felt what the humans felt (love, so much love). gabriel fled because he was tired of the rules and he thought the other gods could be better. michael turned his back just for one human, just the one was enough.
and then literally none of them are actually happy.
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t4tdexter · 4 months
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please consider: chuck let cas fuck off for a bit and he created the monkey and the lobster and gave them the ability to hold hands and all the other angels made fun of him and threw him at the wall like the webkinz milk cat or some al dente spaghetti
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i did my best
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tricksterstan · 2 years
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balthazar is underrated
that’s all.
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rat-hand · 1 year
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Got to love Sam Winchester because no one else in the show also had high expectations for the angels and then were sad when they acted like dicks.
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despexco · 10 months
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Human AU angel family can actually work if Chuck is a sperm donor. Irl sperm donors can have pods of hundreds of kids. It’s actually super gross and unethical because of genetic diseases and accidental incest. But Chuck seems to love gross and unethical things, especially if they’re a testament to his ego.
Maybe the archangels are his first 4 that he had from just random sex in college. He likes having the kids, but paying child support sucks. So he comes up with the idea to get paid to have 1000s of kids by donating at all the sperm banks.
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woundlingus · 2 months
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Have you ever seen a more depressing list?
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Like man just add a disclaimer at the start saying they’re all dead stop bumming me out with every addition 😭
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panthera-dei · 1 year
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OK but it occured to me this morning (why just now? I dunno) that objectively, angel blades are kinda the worst weapon. There's no way that the hilt isn't too slippery to provide decent traction, especially without having more than just that little ridge as a crossguard. The shape is actually pretty decent for stabbing but there's no way that they're balanced well at that length, plus they're too short for effective combat except at dangerously close range that would put one well within smiting distance.
If we're assuming that they were designed for angels to be fighting in rank-and-file lines, the size would make marginally more sense, but even Medieval quarter-sword combat calls for a longer blade.
Of course, these blades do have the advantage of being highly portable and easy to use, as well as being small enough and light enough on resources for (relative) mass production.
Even so, they're more like a dagger than a sword and that limits their versatility somewhat. A knife can be thrown instead of used to cut, but the angel blades are oversized for that purpose. They could be aerodynamic if thrown despite their size, but that usage isn't exactly explored and it would also require specialized skills and training to achieve that level of accuracy with such a large weapon.
I realize that in show production terms, they were probably using the coolest and most convenient prop that they could, but in the SPN universe, it would make more sense to have a variety of weapons with the short angel blades being reserved for bodyguards, assassins, and other close combat fighters. Not garrisons full of soldiers.
My first thought was, perhaps only one angel (or god or entity or what-have-you) was in charge of building weapons for the angels and subsequently was killed. Similar to the situation of Hephaestus in Greek mythology (whose death would be very bad for the Olympians). However, that doesn't hold water because surely some of the weapons they made would still be around, yet we don't see any rare angelic spears or anything apart from 1 that I saw in a clip of an episode I haven't watched.
*Unless* those weapons were part of the cache of celestial weapons that Balthazar was going to find in "The French Mistake" and they were either shown off-screen or destroyed in the angelic civil wars.
Thoughts??
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Michael: Christmas is cancelled.
Gabriel: You can't cancel Christmas.
Michael: Keep it up, Gabriel, and you'll lose New Year's too.
Gabriel: What does that even mean?
Michael: Luci, take New Year's away from Gabriel.
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perched-angel · 8 months
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Thinking about angels vessel’s carrying the full weight of their true form.
Punches that break the sound barrier, and being knocked down results in a sizable crater.
Heavy footsteps that crack the concrete, jumping makes the tectonic plates wiggle.
A few wing flaps cause cat 3 tornadoes.
Their shadows casted MASSIVE. Bigger and less opaque than a humans shadow.
Give me things that remind us that angels are, something *other*
Similar to how the archangels punches sounded like thunder, that was cool. more stuff like that pls.
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michaelmilligan · 2 years
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Endversetober Day 24: Home
(explanation post) (compilation post)
It took a while before Michael and Adam had recovered enough to get out of bed, and then some more time until they managed to do anything more exhausting than to walk a few paces.
Comparatively, the recovery was quick, of course. They had broken so many bones that most at the camp had believed they would never stand up again at all.
Still, for Michael, it was a very slow and difficult process. Adam tended to agree, though at this point he had practice with just hanging out in the back of his own mind and waiting for things to happen.
By now, Adam had introduced himself to the people at the camp, and had given them a brief outline of who Michael and him were. At first, a lot of people didn't seem to believe them, but as time went on, they could see the difference between them, clear as day.
Michael's posture was different, Kevin had told Adam once, so he could spot if it was him even when he had his back turned to him. That plus the different ways they acted, down to the way they talked, eventually convinced people that they were separate people.
Whether or not they believed that Michael was a supernatural being differed from person to person. Some seemed to think Adam just had a split personality.
Adam didn't argue with them. If they didn't want to believe in angels, that probably fell under religious freedom or whatever.
One day, though, it got more difficult to ignore the theological implications in the room. It was the day that more survivors walked into the camp.
Angel survivors, to be precise.
Raphael was the one who asked to speak to the leader, which made people lead them to Rufus's cabin. They talked for quiet a bit in there, angels and humans loitering outside, throwing each other wary looks.
Gabriel had stayed outside with the others, possibly to keep them calm, since he was busy mingling with his own, and obviously trying to draw them into conversation with the humans.
At some point, he dragged Samandriel over to a group of people Adam stood close to.
Upon noticing him, Gabriel seemed to forget he still had a hand around Samandriel's arm, and just blinked at Adam. “Michael?” he asked incredulously.
“No. I mean, yeah, technically, but not right now.” Adam sighed. “Hang on a second.”
To everyone's credit, they only flinched a little bit as Michael and Adam traded control. Apparently, with Michael's grace still low, their eyes didn't flash so much as they rolled back into their head.
It was a neat party trick, Adam supposed, though he could have lived without children running away from him screaming.
“Gabriel.” Michael looked his brother up and down, eyes coming to rest on the sad excuse for wings that were just barely visible to him anymore. “You look horrible.”
“Thanks. Right back at ya,” Gabriel said sarcastically. “Where the hell have you been?”
The other angels, who must have heard their commander's name, drew closer. In turn, the humans started backing away.
“Incapacitated,” Michael said, and glanced at Samandriel. “I'm sure you know the feeling by now.”
Gabriel nodded seriously. “Something is wrong. Even our powers are failing.”
“Heaven is closed to us. Our connection to our Father...” Michael broke off, shaking his head.
“I haven't been connected to Heaven for a long time, and I was always fine,” Gabriel argued. “But now... it's like someone turned off the tap. The well is running dry. We're out of gas in the middle of a-”
“I get it,” Michael interrupted his brother's rambling. On second thought, Gabriel looked a bit frantic, the measly remains of his wings twitching erratically.
“Can we stay here?” an angel asked anxiously, stepping forward.
As Michael fixed his eyes on them, a pang of sadness echoed through his grace. There was still a glimmer of something non-human in his brethren, but it was so weak he had trouble making out who this even was.
“That's not my decision,” Michael simply said, much to the chagrin of the group.
“Well, will you ask them for us?” someone else asked hotly.
Michael narrowed his eyes. “Raphael is already doing that.”
They just want to know you're on their side, Adam told him. They're scared, they need to know someone is taking care of them.
Raphael is, Michael said curtly.
It was still weird that his voice was so small, no longer the booming voice of an archangel. Still undeniably Michael, though.
You were their leader for centuries, right?
Millions of years, actually.
Oh, okay. Wow. Um... you think maybe they're used to you calling the shots, so now they're looking to you to call the shots?
Probably.
Adam sighed. And are you gonna take that responsibility, or are you gonna be a little bitch about it?
I'm not a- I don't have to listen to this, Michael grumbled.
You kinda do. With Michael being so weak right now, he couldn't just keep Adam down. Not that he'd ever really done that, except during his fighting frenzy, which had probably been unintentional. But he could have, at any time during their acquaintance, and there was practically nothing Adam could have done to prevent it.
Now, it would be an almost even struggle.
“Don't mind him, he's just being a stubborn ass,” Gabriel told the congregation at large, just as Adam and Michael traded control again.
“I'll put in a good word for you.”
Gabriel looked at him suspiciously, searching his face until he apparently found something. “And who are you?”
“Adam.” He extended his hand, but Gabriel didn't take it. “I'm the original owner of this body. You know. Before the archangel rented it out. Grew it myself for nineteen years.”
Actually, your body is a reconstruction. Your brothers burned the original one, Michael said.
“Damn, for real?” Adam asked, then realized he'd said that out loud. “Uh, I mean... if Rufus is being difficult, I can ask him to reconsider. Or I'll ask Linda, and she'll yell at Rufus until he caves.”
Gabriel looked him up and down. “You know everyone in this camp?”
“Uh, yeah? We kinda live here now.”
“I mean, like... Michael lets you out?”
Adam shrugged. “Not like he's got that much of a choice anymore. But also, yeah, he's been doing that. Occasionally. He always makes me do kitchen duty. Potato skins are like, his mortal enemy.”
It's beneath me to peel a stupid veget-
Yeah, yeah. And it's not because you cut yourself on the first try, I know.
Michael pouted. With his emotions being a lot less overwhelming to experience now, just like his voice, you would expect that they would be far more clearer cut. Instead, they seemed to be a bit more vague, more muddled.
But Adam could still recognize a pout when he felt one.
He would have teased Michael about it if Rufus hadn't chosen that moment to come back out of the cabin with Raphael.
“Attention, everyone!” Conversations died down as people turned towards him, humans and angels alike. “Raphael here has explained to me what the situation is. These people are basically refugees, in some – hell, in pretty much every sense of the world. I'm sure you have more questions-” Rufus' voice became louder as murmuring started up “- and Raphael has agreed to answer them in a public forum. But for now, how about we get these guys put up in some of the empty cabins, yeah?”
“There's too many!” someone from the human side of the crowd shouted.
“They can share. Apparently they don't need much sleep or food, so space and supply shouldn't be much of a problem. Think... you know, think Michael and Adam, times twenty or whatever.”
There was more murmuring, but there were also some nods, as several people seemed to accept the situation.
“Where's the rest, anyway?” Adam asked Gabriel while Rufus divided everyone into groups to organize the integration of the angels. “There's a lot more angels than the guys you brought, right?”
“We're not actually sure where they are. I mean... some died.” Gabriel watched grimly as people scampered off to clean and repair the unused cabins. “Others, we lost contact with when our powers started fading. And then some... I don't know.”
He straightened as Raphael motioned for him to come over, and then he walked off. Looking after him, Adam could feel Michael's contemplative mood.
Did he regret leaving his brethren behind in favour of burning himself out killing zombies? Or was he just wondering how this would all play out, now that he was reunited with them?
Whichever it was, Adam would be there to talk it through with him. Not that he had much of a choice in the whole 'being there' thing – just as Michael wouldn't have much of a choice in the 'talking about it' aspect.
Adam was going to make sure of that.
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