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vidavalor · 5 months
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"There will come a tempest" scene & possible S3 Crowley & Aziraphale foreshadowing...
When Gabriel is apparently possessed in the second half of Awning of a New Age, he and the woman who appears to be possessing him say something that is strangely repetitive:
"There will come a tempest and darkness and great storms, and the dead will leave their graves and walk the Earth once more and there will be great lamentations."
There is no actual difference in definition between a "tempest" and a "storm." A tempest *is* a storm-- both are wind and rain together. The usage of them is more of a matter of manner of speaking-- it's situational. "Storm" is the common usage while "tempest" is just the more literary, more poetic way of saying "storm." Your local news station reports on an impending "storm" but a poet might call that same storm a "tempest." As a result, the prophecy is weirdly repetitive at the start, right? It really reads like this:
"There will come a storm and darkness and great storms..."
Ok, why repeat it? Why use "tempest" and "storms" in the same phrase? Why separate them? To Crowley? Maybe because whoever this is is trying to warn Crowley specifically of events, not just warn of them in general. Because the word that triggers the whole thing is "tempest"-- and it's Crowley who said it. It's Crowley who called what he just did in Awning of a New Age "a tempest" and not a storm because he's poetic and dramatic like that.
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So... what if the first part of the prophecy is actually already in motion? What would this potentially tell us about S3?
What if it's kind of like Agnes Nutter's first prophecy for Aziraphale was in S1-- "...thy cocoa doth grow cold" being about *that particular moment right then* with a difference of it being unclear right now if Crowley really understands that someone is trying to warn him through Gabriel? If this is the case? Then S3 isn't about *preventing* The Second Coming-- it's about somehow trying to *reverse or fix it*... because it's already happening. The tempest is Crowley's storm in Awning of a New Age... which Crowley thinks he failed at but didn't really entirely. It's his failure, in his estimation, to get Maggie and Nina to fully vavoom that causes him to tell Aziraphale that it's Aziraphale's turn to try-- setting up the meeting/ball to go the way it does, leading directly to the end of S2. What comes next?
Darkness and great storms. The end of the world. The dead rising from their graves and walking the Earth once more. The Second Coming. And there will be great lamentations...
Obviously, The Second Coming sounds horrible in GO. It's The Metatron's plan and he's the main antagonist. It sounds like they're going to destroy Earth and the known universe and only the the chosen few will survive it but what intrigues me about this is why whoever is delivering this prophecy is warning Crowley about great lamentations. Crowley is the one who prophesied in S1 that he thought the real war that was coming was "all of us versus all of them", and he meant he and Aziraphale and humanity versus the system of Heaven and Hell. So far, he seems to be correct on that and given that it was a set up line in the final moments of the season for future plot, it seems likely to be true. This would be how he survives it. Armageddon in its S1 round was supposed to trigger a war between Heaven and Hell that could have resulted in Crowley and Aziraphale being separated for eternity after it. They managed to push it off until the end of S2 and now Round 2 is a different flavor of Armageddon. The Second Coming is what Crowley seemed to predict in S1... but someone here is trying to get a message to Crowley and it sounds as if it might be meant for him directly as much as it is for the world. And what might that prophecy possibly be saying about S3's Crowley & Aziraphale plot, specifically?
That after Crowley's tempest comes darkness, comes great storms, comes the end of the world, comes The Second Coming... comes great lamentations-- great grief, great mourning. I'm not saying that Crowley wouldn't be broken by the end of the world but I am saying that someone warning Crowley that in an era of "the saved" being given eternal life, that will Crowley will be experiencing great lamentations feels very much like Aziraphale is not among them. (I am not saying that the show will end like this-- it will be fine.) It also would be the height of irony if Crowley and Aziraphale spent their time together always thinking that they had the about 6,000 years until Armageddon and that it was probably Crowley who wasn't going to make it beyond then and then it turns out that Aziraphale, who always thought that he was the one who was going to spend eternity alone without Crowley if they couldn't figure out a way out of Armageddon... it's Aziraphale who then doesn't make it.
It might also be worth considering that Crowley is the character who was given information along with us about The Book of Life from Beez-- someone who would know and whose memory isn't damaged. He doesn't need this information if he's the one getting Book of Life'd. He needs it if his plot in the future is to try to un-Book of Life someone.
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There is also that while Michael was threatening to Book of Life Aziraphale in the bookshop, they didn't just *do* it-- and then The Metatron said that Michael wasn't qualified to do it. I'm not sure how true that is or if it was just him getting Michael to knock it off and stop giving everyone spoiler alerts for his game plan lol but The Metatron *would* be qualified and is the angel associated with The Book of Life in religious texts and S2 ends, as we all know, with Aziraphale getting in the elevator to Heaven with The Metatron.
You know those unused concept art images of the bookshop that didn't make it into S2 where it's the last thing standing in what looks like some kind of apocalyptic nightmare around it?
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Crowley saves the bookshop during The Second Coming? Sends as many from Whickber Street as he can to Muriel in the shop and makes sure it survives because he can't see it destroyed again and, in doing so, he might have preserved evidence of Aziraphale's existence enough for a plot to bring him back when he finds out he's gone? (I'm aware that the idea with The Book of Life is that the person is erased from existence and so never existed at all. I'm a romantic and this show is too, really. Aziraphale can't be fully erased and Crowley can't fully forget him. Fight me on it if you want to lol but I also can't see how a plot to bring him back happens unless Crowley somehow remembers him.) S2 also gave us way too many things Aziraphale has made in a way that kind of foreshadow his disappearance in a way that makes their existences more relevant. His sketch of Gabriel. His diaries. The photo Furfur took of him and Crowley in 1941... Then, there's this line. This bloody line:
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...and that one...
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...and this bit from S1 when Aziraphale is in a state of semi-existence and what can help them is what Crowley saved from the bookshop...
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woodchuck019 · 8 months
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Crowley was Raphael?
WARNING: MAJOR GOOD OMENS 2 SPOILERS
Ok, so in the last few years we all enjoyed the headcanon that Crowley was the Archangel Raphal pre-Fall. To be completely honest, in season one this theory didn't make a lot of sense because we knew basically nothing about Crowley as an angel except for the fact that he helped create the stars and fell because he asked too many questions. So, even though it was a nice and interesting theory, I thought it would remain that, a theory.
Well, seems like this theory is basically confirmed now at the end of season 2. But let's start at the beginning.
First, we have to talk about the Hierarchy of Angels in Christianity. This Hierarchy was theorized by Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite in his book De Coelesti Hierarchia (On the Celestial Hierarchy). Dionysius described nine levels of spiritual beings which he grouped into 9 orders.
Highest orders:
Seraphim
Cherubim
Thrones
Middle orders:
Dominions
Virtues
Powers
Lowest orders:
Principalities
Archangels
Angels
Now, a lot of people asked Neil why the Archangels have so much power if they are so low in the Hierarchy and he said that he and Terry actually tought of archangels and Archangels as different beings.
So we have the arch-angels, in thre sense of being just above the lowest Choir of angels, and then we have the Arch-angels, in the sense of being above all angels.
Actually, the term archangel itself is not found in the Hebrew Bible or the Christian Old Testament, and in the Greek New Testament the term archangel is used referring to Michael, who is called 'one of the chief princes,' and 'the great prince'.
The idea of seven archangels is most explicitly stated in the apocryphal Book of Tobit when Raphael reveals himself, declaring: "I am Raphael, one of the seven angels who stand in the glorious presence of the Lord, ready to serve him."
In Judaism the Archangels are given the title of śārīm, meaning "princes", to show their superior rank and status, so they are also called "Princes of Heaven".
In season 2 episode 6, when Crowley is in Heaven trying to find any info on Gabriel, Muriel gives him the missing Archangel's file explaining that even if they wanted, they couldn't show it to him, since only angels above the rank of Dominions could access it. Immediately after, without putting in any effort, Crowley opens the file, saying that he was an angel once and they never bothered to change passwords. (I totally read a fic like this btw).
When the Archangel Saraquel meets them and recognises Crowley, she says that they worked together on the Horsehead Nebula. So Crowley must have been pretty high up in the ranks if he worked with an Archangel.
When they show us the scene of the trial, Gabriel is ready to be cast down to Hell, but the Metatron stops him and says:
"You are not going to hell. For one Prince of Heaven to be cast into the outer darkness makes a good story. For it to happen twice makes it look like there is some kind of institutional problem."
So we know that one of the Seven Archangels has Fallen, and it could be Lucifer, even though in the bible it is never stated that he was an archangel, but wouldn't they have said so if it were the case?
Also in episode 2, when Shax tells Crowley that Heaven and Hell think Aziraphale has something to do with Gabriel's disappearence, she says:
"A miracle of enormous power happened last night. The kind of miracle only the mightiest of Archangels could've performed".
Reminds you of something? Raphael, one of the mightiest of Archangels?
I really hope they will confirm the theory in season 3.
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oh holy shit ok so i think anyone who has read it has had their third eye blown right open by this meta by @justhereforthemeta (and i am not immune, i genuinely had to walk away from my phone for a minute). but it kinda shifted something in my brain.
because they're right - not in an attempt to reduce their beautiful work to a single, rather reductive point, but: the turtleneck is not the Going Out Top, it's the I'm Working On A Heist top. and i think crowley might actually have cracked it.
now this is going to go off of a separate speculation of my own as concerns the book of life, but if we just - for the purpose of this post (but actually i think is literally supported by this post in turn) - accept that the BOL doesn't erase angels from existence, but more specifically their memory of themselves as angels, (and in essence makes them fall), crowley has already seen the BOL. his heist worked. he knows where it is.
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i think - think - saraqael is literally holding it, or at least holding access to it. would make sense, if they are indeed metatron's sort-of right-hand angel. metatron didn't want to wipe gabriel's memory and cast him out to hell, no - that's too dangerous... but they were definitely going to wipe his memory.
however, gabriel is no longer in the database - he's not in the book - because he's already shoved his angelic memory into the fly, and escaped through the main entrance. gabriel, somewhat, made himself fall. they can't wipe gabriel's memory, because he no longer exists. because he's no longer in the book of life.
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but saraqael has posed themself as a friend, and seem to be pretty trustworthy. they've willingly shown crowley the trial. they have control over the BOL, and deliberately shown that to crowley. i think crowley trusts that saraqael won't let it happen - and he knows where it is, what it can do... and that might be, possibly, contributory to why he's so relaxed here when aziraphale is being directly threatened by michael.
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he knows its not the threat he was scared it was. he's done his reconnaissance, he's worked out what the BOL is, what it does, and whose hands - at least, for the moment - actually control it. michael doesn't control it, and it seems metatron as a giant fuck-off head doesn't control it either. in fact, a likely ally controls it. for the moment, they're safe.
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starguardianniom · 5 months
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The Emodrien and Emonette scene
Ok so yesterday while rewatching this scene something caught my attention, when Shadybug sees it's Adrien Agreste that is Claw Noir, she goes to touch his cheek and sees makeup covering the black veins on his face, and says that she should have known.
Now that is an important detail, because at first I wasn't sure what she was talking about.
Then when she detransforms and tries to make a wish, it fails and she is send crashing against the mirror and we see dark veins that now goes from her neck to her face.
If you noticed though, when she crashes into the mirror, she loses the scarf she has around her neck.
Now when she looks in the mirror she gets a sad look at seeing the veins, but doesn't seem surprised to see them there.
I'm thinking that she also had the black veins showing to her neck hence why she was wearing a scarf to hide them, and with the wish backfiring on her, it spread to her face, and now she can't cover it up.
Probably why she breaks down after that, she realise she is on a close timer and is beyond terrified of dying.
Heck now it reminds me of the line she said earlier when she and Claw Noir were fighting in the street before getting Monarch's attention, she said that she would be the one the Supreme would spare, was it because she thought the black veins were probably gonna kill her and the Supreme told her that she would be saved if she brought back the Butterfly Miraculous?
Like she wasn't aware why of how she got her veins turning black and showing but the Supreme probably promised her to take care of it if she did what she was told?
Given Claw Noir was in a similar predicament, did he put them against each other in order to give only one of them a chance at living? If he ever had any intention of curing them in the first place, which I highly doubt in all honesty.
Also, the implications of why they would get miraculouses when Betterfly outright says the Supreme gives them to those in his closest circles seems weird, until you remember that Gabriel was part of it before he betrayed the Supreme and stole 2 miraculouses, remembered it from reading about it on Tv. Tropes in the Fridge Logic section.
After that, the Supreme probably trusted his close circles less, so he decided to give miraculouses to young teens that would get themselves killed by their powers and nobody would care much, they would be desperate and eager to prove themselves while also being merciless as they were hurt and angry at the world and wanted to lash out about the unfairness of it all.
Perfect preys were Emonette and Emodrien.
Emonette only knew pain and suffering from Chloé Bourgeois and never had anyone in her life caring about her which made her a good candidate to get a miraculous, she would be happy to finally have something to defend herself, power, while also feeling important, but also her having no one close in her life would make sure her presence wouldn't be missed when she would die, apart maybe Chloé missing her favorite victim though I'm sure she would have found someone else soon enough.
Emodrien being the son of Gabriel the traitor and his mother being dead by the Supreme's hand was also a good candidate, punishing Gabriel's betrayal via proxy through his son slowly dying without any of them being none the wiser. If Gabriel hadn't went to the other universe, he might have gone to bury his own son alongside his wife soon.
So now everything falls into place.
Why Emonette and Emodrien are Shadybug and Claw Noir and not some adults like maybe an alternate André Bourgeois and Audrey Bourgeois.
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yandere-genji · 1 year
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Helloo, I’ve never requested a fanfic before, or on tumblr so ur my very first I’m excited ^^ ~ could you do a highschool au of like a bully!gabriel x nerd!reader where he becomes frustrated by the reader not reacting or caring about his bullying, so uses “extreme measures” to really grab their attention. non-con or dub-con, and daddy kink, if that’s okay 🤎
ok i hope u don’t mind i took some “creative liberties” with this lovely prompt and also made it college au but yea. this is an S tier request btw anon and you sucked me back into this shit so props to u 🤎 reader is gender neutral ofc (yes princess is a gen neutral term this is the 21st century)
“You’re not funny, Gabe,” you spoke through gritted teeth in an attempt to intimidate your tormentor, “give me my stuff back or else!”
He responded with a hearty chuckle, tossing your school bag into his locker and closing the door with swift kick. He was bouncing with laughter and amusement at your widened eyes, completely entertained by his own antics, “Yea? What the hell are you gonna do, tell your fucking dean? Go right ahead, see where that’ll get you with me.”
You couldn’t help but close your fists in the tightest grip you could muster, your jaw clenched and face burning red. You hated that he was right, not only was your first instinct to tattle on him, but it would get you nowhere. Gabriel Reyes was untouchable. The school’s quarterback with a promising future that would surely put them on the map once he continued with his career. It made you sick that this asshole would only get a slap on the wrist and a stroke to his ego if you asked anyone to do anything about his harassment of you. What could you do, then? There’s no way in hell you’re just going to sit here and take it.
“No, I’m not running to anyone. Trust me when I say this, you’ll regret messing with me!” The threat didn’t come out the way you intended. Your voice fell out with a crack in the midst of your reply, and tears threatened to fall from your wet eyes. You had hoped he might second guess his actions and consider that you might actually fulfill your promise. Instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect on him. It seemed to have egged him on even further.
His smile widened and he pushed you against the wall. You gasped at the impact, you could feel a dull pain on your back. Hopefully it wouldn’t leave a mark. Before you could get out of your dazed state, Gabe caged you in with his arms, looking down at you like a starved wolf, “You’re really gonna make this fun for me, aren’t you?”
“I’m not scared of you,” you whispered, breath unstable and heart pounding in your ears.
Gabe’s smile beamed. He looked like almost perfect, straight and impossibly white teeth. Full lips and sharp jawline with hints of facial hair. His eyes were dark, like a black hole pulling you in the more you looked into them. Keeping his gaze only revealed to you how weak you were under him. Something he must be aware of by the way he was forcing you to look at him.
He knew you found him handsome. You had told him as much the day you had met him. The day he set his sights on you. He had been much nicer to you then. Saying hi to you in the halls, asking if you wanted to sit with him during lunch, and not taking your shit and throwing it in his locker. But you never came around to him when he asked you if you wanted to go out sometime. You didn’t want to go out with anyone, you were far too focused on schoolwork and tutoring on the side. Dating and boyfriends was just something you didn’t have time for. So you had to refuse and be on your way.
Gabe never understood why you rejected him. How could you be too busy for him? You were always studying in the library, or just reading because you enjoyed it, you said. That’s what all this was about? Reading? That’s like asking your professor for more exams. What kind of masochist shit is that? You must’ve been into that considering all the shit you had to put up with from him.
But fuck, he just couldn’t help but taunt you. The way you insisted upon standing up for yourself even though your face read that you were completely terrified, it did something to him that he couldn’t describe. It made him want to break you. Tear you down and finally see you cry, beg him to stop, beg him to be nice. Just completely melt into him. He wanted to see you on your knees, on all fours, face level with his cock and crying for his forgiveness. For his attention. For any sense of mercy he had for you in his heart.
And you did nothing to quell his desires. Always so pompous in your academic achievements like you were to hottest shit in town. Just like when you became president of the debate club, you gloated about it nonstop until Gabe knocked the wind out of your sails. It didn’t piss him off that you were doing well. In fact, a part of him admired you for it. No, it was the fact that you pranced around so proud before him but you weren’t his. You weren’t asking him if you’d made him proud. Weren’t even talking to him about it. He had to hear about it from a friend of his who was into your nerd shit. Pissed him off to no end.
Now you were here. Trembling under him like a fucking pathetic worm. Yet, you still insisted on defying him. Denying him the pleasure of seeing you vulnerable before him. You were a tease through and through and Gabe was intent on getting what belonged to him. You stared up at him with wet eyes for what seemed like forever until the your phone alarm rang, signaling the start of your next class.
“Well, what do you know. Looks like it’s time for this bright little student to get to class,” he pushed himself away from the wall that had bruised your back, turning back to you, “Hope you didn’t need anything in that backpack of yours today, what a shame.”
……..
As turns out, you would need that backpack of yours. In fact, Gabe must’ve been a stalker creep because his timing couldn’t have been any better - or worse, for you. You had to give a presentation for your language comp class and both your laptop and flash drive were in your backpack. Of course you hadn’t factored in the fact Gabe was going to steal your shit. So, for the meantime, you were screwed until you could get it back.
Maybe this was an opportunity for you to reconcile with him, you thought. Sure, he was hot-headed and seemed sadistically interested in making you miserable, but you couldn’t keep going on like this forever. What was his end goal? You hadn’t the faintest clue, truth be told, but maybe if you could just cut the bullshit with him, go right to the brass tacks of it all and lay everything bare on the table, maybe, maybe, maybe the two of you could come to terms with whatever issues you had. You weren’t unreasonable but you had been stubborn with Gabe. You had hoped he was stop acting like a dick or get bored with you, but nothing you had tried with him so far was effective. So screw it. Might as well try to compromise with the guy and hope he could listen to reason.
Your class ended at noon, the busiest time at your school. Everyone was racing out the door and headed for the cafeteria. Among the crowd, you were determined to find Gabe and, most importantly, your school bag.
You had caught him in the hall standing next to his locker, chatting it up with Jack Morrison, class president and all around golden boy. This was your chance, you thought. You eagerly made your way towards them, Gabe noticing you maneuvering in the crowd in an effort to reach him. An effort that already had him grinning from ear to ear as he averted his attention away from Jack. Before you made you way to them, he was already gone. Gabe shooed him away with words you couldn’t make out, and the two of you were standing side by side in the bustling hall.
You stared at each other for a moment, not saying a word. He knew what you wanted, knew you were going to approach him at some point, but the intent on your face was not what he expected. Your brows furrowed, eyes almost pleading. Jaw slightly slack and bottom lip hanging open as if to speak but all that was heard was the crowd of hungry students running through the halls like a parade. It left him speechless, the very sight of you. You were speechless, too, not sure how to approach him without some form of hostility in your voice. But the halls soon cleared and the silence was deafening. You took a breath, trying to start the conversation.
Gabe spoke, interrupting you, “What do you want?”
It had been so long since you heard him speak that way. Still voice, no sign of amusement or taunting. Almost as if he were genuinely curious as to why you were there. But you both knew that wasn’t true. You decided to play along, let him lead.
“I’d like to have my stuff back,” you spoke with your voice as aloof as you could muster, looking at his locker, “I have a presentation next class and I need my laptop.”
He hummed in response, “Well,” he began to play with the lock, twisting it mindlessly any which way, “guess that means you want me to fetch it for you, right?”
You shrugged, “Not necessarily. I could get it myself if you prefer, I just don’t know your combo is all.”
He chuckled. The sound was so jarring to you, your body instinctively flinched. He looked up at you from the lock, meeting your eyes with that same predatory look from earlier. Everything was still for a moment. Then, Gabe straighten his posture and spoke, “You don’t need to know it. It’s not here.”
“Wha-” your eyes squinted in frustrated confusion. You exhaled, trying to keep your composure, “Okay, where is it? Do you think I could get it back before my next class?”
Gabe could tell you were starting to drop whatever act you were playing. It was cute to see you try to keep your cool with him, the muscles on his face were burning with delight, “Sure.”
You crossed your arms and sighed, starting to grow impatient, “So where is it?”
He turned away from you, slowly walking down the hall, “This way,” he whistled at you like a dog while motioning with his two fingers for you to follow him. How insufferable.
But you did. It seemed that your method had some impact on him. This could be the break you had been looking for. You followed him down the corridor, wrapping around the halls with him until he came to a stop in front of the boys’ locker room. He turned towards you, leaning against the wall looking ever so smug.
You mouth fell open and eyes widened a bit. Huffing, you shook your head, “No way.”
“What?” he kept his eyes on you, “Don’t tell me you’re too prissy to go into a locker room.”
“There’s no way I’m going to go in there with you, Gabe!” you raised your voice a bit in frustration. He couldn’t be serious, right?
“Christ, relax, princess. Coach is out for lunch and I swiped his keys earlier,” he shook his pockets which rang with the jiggling of the keys, “Go on in, nothing to be scared of.”
What he was describing had to break some kind of law, but it’s not like he’d really get in trouble anyway. Not everyone can do this kind of shit, but Gabe could. Even worse, he could get away with it even if he was caught. So what option did you have but to walk through the doors into the dank locker room that reeked of sweat. Much to your unease, Gabe followed behind you and locked the door. He raised the keys in his hands, letting you have a good look at them, “Gotta make sure no one sees us, right?”
You shook your head in disapproval, “Where’s my stuff? Or are you just gonna drag me around all day?”
He scoffed, “You got a real attitude problem, you know that?” Gabe grabbed your elbow in a tight grip. You gasped, struggling to escape his grasp, “Calm down, just come with me.”
“You’re hurting me!” You put your hand on his wrist in some attempt to get him off of you, and he thankfully obliged by pushing you away from him.
“Don’t have a high pain tolerance, I take it? All bark and no bite. Didn’t take you for the type with all those empty threats you spill,” he began walking off, “you coming?”
Although Gabe was mean to you, he had never really hurt you before. Not physically. It shook your core a bit, the atmosphere seemed all wrong and the fact he was your only way to escape did nothing but frighten you more.
“Gabe?” you softly called out his name, not wanting to go any further.
He stopped. Your voice cut through him like a knife. You had never spoken to him like that. He could hear the fear in your voice, hear you on the verge of pleading for him. He turned his head, but didn’t dare look you in the eyes, “What?” he spoke sternly, demanding an answer.
You weren’t sure what to say. So many emotions were running through you - mostly fear and confusion. This was something different than a fight or flight response. You couldn’t describe it, you didn’t want to run away or fight back. You just wanted to appeal to whatever sense of reason he had.
“Why don’t you like me?” your voice was weak, a kind of weakness you hadn’t spoken with in a long time. Completely vulnerable, willing to bare everything for just one moment of clarification. Just one reason why things were like this. It was something you were wondering all along, but could never bare to ask. The kind of thing that is sunken in the deepest pit of your subconscious, never baring its head until you’re backed up into a corner just like this.
He turns around slowly, deliberately. The look on his face is almost pitiful, but not authentic. He’s taunting you with a false vulnerability. Now you’ve done it. You’ve completely unraveled before him. He didn’t know this could be so easy. The two of you had been chasing each other in circles for the better part of half a year and it’s finally come to this. There was no farce, no tricks behind your words.
Three steps was all it took for him to close the gap between the two of you. Three agonizing slow steps. Your hands were clasped together, you didn’t even know why. You felt so small. He wouldn’t answer you. He just looked at you with that look on his face that mirrored yours yet had no purpose but to mock you. Like he was teasing you, just like he had always done. No, this wasn’t working for you at all. None of what you had been doing was working. He had set a trap for you and you foolishly fell right into it.
“Gabe,” you spoke, just barely above a whisper on shaken breath. He raised a hand to your cheek. It had barely touched you but the feeling of his calloused hand and the tension in the air had your flesh burning. Your eyes stung, too, as tears threatened to fall from them. Just like always, you fought at your instinct to cry. But you couldn’t stop a tear from sliding down your cheek and onto his hand.
“Gabe, please,” you were starting to raise your voice. You wanted to turn away, step back, retreat in some way. But he hand kept you there.
He crouched a bit, eyes level with yours. They were dark. Hazelnut brown and an empty black center that was so close to you, you could make out your own reflection. You could hardly recognize yourself.
“Look at you…” his voice was low, but affectionate. Like he was speaking to a wounded kitten, “And all this time I thought you were nothing but a brat.”
He lowered his hand from you cheek and onto the back of your neck. You felt a light squeeze from his grip and swallowed at the sensation, “As much as I want to keep you here, I think we both got places to be. Right, honey?”
Your face grew red with embarrassment at the sudden sweetness in his voice. He was talking to you like his pet, a part of you was relieved that he might not harm you but another part of you felt belittled and tormented. Still, you wanted to comply with him in some desperate hope to get out of this mess. So you nodded, mouth knit shut and eyes brimming with tears.
“Good. Then behave for me,” In a sudden movement, his hands gripped your shoulders tightly and you knees buckled in shock. You yelped as Gabe continued to push you down onto the floor. Your hands grabbed at his arms, trying to get him off of you but it was no use. He was far too strong for you to move him off of you. A hand moved to the back of your neck like before and another grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged gently, “The faster we get through this, the sooner you can get your shit and get out of here. If you don’t behave, then this won’t be pretty. Not one fucking bit.”
Gabe isn’t like you. He’s not the kind of guy who just says shit to scare people. When he declares his intent, he means it. And whatever picture he had in his head of what he was going to do to you if you didn’t comply, you certainly didn’t want to see it. You tried to relax your body as much as you could to cope with whatever he had planned for you.
His hand moved from your back and wrapped around your throat, the other forcing your head to look up at him. He didn’t grip hard but you were already choking on weak sobs and felt suffocated. You didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to piss him off or provoke him anymore than you already had. Apparently he didn’t mind, and pulled himself closer to you. His crouch was getting disturbingly close to your face, you averted your gaze away from him onto the floor.
Turns out, he didn’t like that. He tugged your hair to get your attention, “What’s the matter, you getting shy on me? Crazy, I never took you for the type. Always talking up a big game, but now look at you.”
With one swift motion, he unclasped his jeans. His briefs peaked through his open zipper and revealed his hard cock through the fabric. You gasped, not realizing what was happening up until that point. You had thought he was just going to beat the piss out of you. No, you couldn’t handle this. Mindlessly babbling, you begged him not to do this, asked him to please stop. Tears were running down your face frantically as you took in sharp, panicked breaths. Gabe soaked in the sight of you, growing larger at your pathetic display. This is exactly what he wanted. To tower over you, commanding complete control while you sit helpless before him. He grabbed a tuft of your hair, pulling hard as he forced your face onto his crouch. Your tongue spilled out and your hands tried to pull away from him but the more you pulled the harder he would grind into you. You could hear him laugh above you and felt his laughter vibrate through his body. It was useless, nothing was getting through to him.
He pulled you off of him and onto the floor. Before you could move, his legs caged you in before him, “C’mon, we’re just getting started.”
He grabbed your hair again, pulling you onto your knees. The floor was hard and cold and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for it to hurt your knees. You tried to get in a more comfortable position, but Gabe denied you at every turn. So you leaned on your knees, certain it would leave a mark.
Your face was level with his crouch and he made a display for you in undressing himself. Slowly tracing the band of his briefs, pulling down to show you the dark hair on his body. He was toying with you and enjoying every second of it, moaning with every touch. Part of you hoped that this was all he wanted, that he wouldn’t make you participate in bringing him pleasure besides watching. But when he sprung his leaking cock out of his briefs, you felt your self wanting to sink into the floor.
He was big and you were not prepared at all to take him. He stroked his cock, precum bubbling and drooling at the tip, “See that, baby” he hummed and laughed, enjoying himself, “You’re gonna clean up Daddy’s cock real nice, aren’t you?”
You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did at that moment. More tears fell and you struggled to let out a normal breath. Gabe pulled harshly on your hair, “You better fucking answer me.”
It was too much. The stinging in your scalp, the hot tears on your burning face, the heavy beating of your heart in your chest. All you could do is resign yourself to his desire and pray to God this would all be over soon, “Yes, Daddy.”
He threw his head back and stroked himself faster, obviously very pleased with himself now that he had your total compliance. Exhaling, he looked down at the sight of you. Desperate tiny frame right next to his hard, leaking cock.
“Take it in your mouth. Don’t make me wait. I’m a busy man, I have shit to do.”
You opened your mouth and licked his tip clean, salty and slimey precum covering your tongue. Inch by inch you took him in your mouth. You fit half his cock in your mouth before his started pumping into you, lewd sounds of your gagging echoing in the empty room. Gabe groaned, hissed, growled in pleasure as he gently fucked your mouth, covering your face in spit and tears and his juices. You were a mess and he felt so fucking good. His thrust became faster, deeper and you choked on him with every one. You didn’t think you could possibly take him all in, but he forced your head down until your chin met with his plump balls and you nose was tickled by his pubic hair.
“That’s it, so good for Daddy,” sweat made his skin glow as he forced you deeper and deeper onto him, “you’re gonna swallow ever last drop of me, baby.”
You could hardly breath. Your mouth was full of the taste of him and the air around you smelled like his cock and sweat. He was all around you and you had no escape.
You sucked on his cock so hard your jaw felt like it was going to break. You just wanted this all to be over and done with. Fuck, all this for a fucking powerpoint presentation. Every part of you ached and burned. Even between your thighs, your own arousal was stirring without warning, desperately squeezing your thighs together for any sense of relief.
“You like that, baby?” he asked hoarsely, “If you weren’t such a fucking brat, maybe I would’ve let you cum.“
You cried out on his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. He was getting close, frantically fucking your face with more fervor. It wasn’t long before he let go of your hair, putting both his hands on your head and using your mouth like a fucktoy.
“Don’t fuckin move baby, Daddy’s gonna cum right down your throat,” sweat dripped down his chest, right onto your lips as he held your face flush against him. In a few jagged pumps, he emptied himself in your mouth. It was warm and tasted so strongly of his cock that you couldn’t help but instantly swallow, not wanted to gag. More tears came rushing out of you. Thank God, it was finally over.
He let go of your face and you tore yourself from him, coughing and gasping for air. Gabe had to catch his breath, too. Leaning against a row of lockers, he cleaned himself off with a roll of paper towels nearby and redressed himself. You curled into a ball, completely humiliated and unsure what to do next. What time was it? Oh God, you still had to go to class.
You were interrupted when Gabe approached you, towel in hand. His chest was rising and falling, but he wasn’t panting anymore, “C’mon, get yourself cleaned up. I’ll get your shit.”
Reluctantly, you reached for the towel and cleaned whatever moisture on your face that hadn’t already dried up. Your hair was a complete mess. You tried your best to untangle it but there was no way you could fully restore it with just your fingers.
Gabe came back, your backpack in his hands. Your heart soared, relief washing over you, “Consider this a reward. You really impressed me today.”
You blushed, ashamed and not sure what to say. You felt embarrassed at having been so violated but a shallow part of you felt superficially flattered. You wanted to pull that part of you out and punch it in the fucking face.
He tutted, “You gonna be shy around me now? Shit, I don’t mind, you’re kinda cute like this.”
His arms wrapped around you in a soft hug and your body froze. This was all too much for you, “It’s okay, baby. Let me walk you to class. No one’s gonna give a shit if I’m late.”
“I don’t feel good,” you said softly, throat sore and raw after the abuse.
“Poor thing,” Gabe pulled away to get a look at your face. You still wouldn’t look at him. He felt like a fucking king when you were blowing him but looking at you now… Well he kind of felt like a shit head. But damn if you didn’t like good, “Skip class with me. Let’s get you something to eat.”
You didn’t want to be with Gabe right now. But you didn’t want to go to class either. You just wanted to go to bed, “Can you take me home, Gabe?”
“Of course, baby,” He stroked your hair and gave you and gentle kiss on the forehead, you recoiled, “Let’s get you home, alright?”
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beebopboom · 5 months
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So like Aziraphale protects Crowley by keeping him away from whatever it is until he has figured out as much as he can maybe even tries to fix it himself because he knows Crowley is protective of him to the point of impulsivity and he isn't nearly as protective of himself as he should be at least to Aziraphale right?
Because before the beginning it was Aziraphale that gave Crowley the reason he started questioning so imagine how much guilt he holds for that
and in season one when he doesn’t tell crowley about the book that could and does solve all their problems? seems like a pretty important thing to tell your partner? he instead uses it to figure out how to fix this and as his last ditch effort of getting God to stop this war - even if Crowley is mad at him right now he would later see that all Aziraphale was trying to do was protect him if it all works - but it doesn’t and well now he has to figure out a way to tell Crowley
(imagine having your efforts of protection thrown back into your face and to be called stupid - well he’ll forgive him of course)
And then you have the holy water Aziraphale refuses to give him something that could destroy him - he actively keeps it away from Crowley- and then when he confronted with why Crowley wanted it for protection from Hell if they ever found out about them in 1941 and Crowley does nothing just accepts it well he protects him then but he can't always be there so when he hears later that he is still trying to holy water - well he gives it to him
and then i’m season two he doesn’t call Crowley right away when Gabriel shows up. why not? well he has to make sure he is not a threat and to get all the information out of him that he can and only when he establishes he is not a threat and doesn’t have information he can work with well now it’s ok to call Crowley but has to break it to him gently
Idk these are just a few things i can remember off the top of my head maybe there is more or i just read into this wrong
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lililovesthings · 8 months
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How did I miss this??? (Part 2)
Now previously I said that I think these two have been together (and I mean TOGETHER together) for a very long time.
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I have had some more thoughts/theories...they just keep coming and to be honest I'm not even sure where to start but I'll give it a go.
I do not expect anyone to read this but in all honesty, I just need to get it out. This has been going round in my head for a few days whilst I attempt to form it into a path of logical reasoning. I think I am there and there are holes but hopefully you lot can help me fill them in. So, get comfy, we might be here a while…
Assuming the meeting in Rome was a date...they have been doing this for a long time. Now at first they were extremely careful but over the centuries they became a little more brazen with being seen in public together, knowing what they could get away with. Again, nothing too obvious.
Now, many have been talking about the bookshop as a metaphor for Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship, but I think it's more than that. I shall explain:
Before I get into it, a few pieces of information that are relatively common knowledge and/or I have come across in my daily browsing (I can’t find where I saw all of them, so anyone please help):
Neil Gaiman has said that the scenes we see between Aziraphale and Crowley aren’t all the times they’ve met. This is just the meetings we see – which is understandable considering they’ve been on the planet for 6000 years.
Zira and Crowley evidently have some form of connection or awareness to their respective head offices. Even going so far as to know when they are being watched (S1, EP 6) just before they swap back.
We can all agree that there is almost nothing that is not there for a reason; details, easter eggs, acting choices, props, set etc.
We also know that the story is pretty much plotted out so it stands to reason that there will be a few story threads that go through all episodes, however subtly.
OK. So.
Aziraphale bought the bookshop in the 1700s, up until then where did they hang out? I'm thinking they were using the various 'rendezvous points' anyway regardless, we know Crowley has a flat but we also know that hell has a sort of direct line to it.
Anywhere is very open and somewhere they can be watched. Celestials have materialized inside the car, on the street, in the flat, even on the TV. The only place they never seem to materialize? The bookshop. Even Metatron came in through the front door (when he isn't a floating head summoned through a portal). note it has no TV and no radio if I remember. The only time any demons have materialised is at the end when Gabriel got his memories back. I believe that's because the demons were "invited" in earlier on.
Here's my point. The bookshop is their safe place, it's THEIR space. Remember we don't see everything, we haven't seen everything. Every time we see them, they are in a public place, with someone watching or in the bookshop...with the curtains open. And remember, they KNOW when they're being watched.
Allow me to draw your attention to Season 2, Episode 1. Crowley is already on the way to the bookshop when Zira calls him, and when they meet in the coffee shop he is rather confused as to why they aren't in the bookshop. (Then of course we have the whole naked man friend fiasco and Crowley's reaction to that...)
When they do go to the bookshop I noticed Crowley DOES NOT EVEN QUESTION WHY ZIRA IS CLOSING THE BLINDS. He has no idea Gabriel is there, (he just knows something about a naked man, which is another conversation). Now this suggests to me that this is something that is done often.
They go into the bookshop and have their 'us time'.
This also helps this make sense:
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All lovers meetings would be in the bookshop. That was their space. Alone. Where no one was watching.
Now you may be thinking “We’ve seen them alone in the bookshop before when no one was watching and they weren’t behaving like a couple.” But someone was watching. WE were watching. And as we’ve established g-d only shows us what she wants us to see. She is telling the story.
I also think they have gotten so good at pretending in public that they have developed a code of sorts. For example, I think 'Breakfast/dinner at the Ritz' means something totally different.
They care for each other so deeply that they cannot stand putting each other in harms way.
They are celestial beings so their idea of love and relationships is something that is totally different and beyond the understanding of humans.
They saw Beelzebub and Gabriel be together openly in front of everyone and Zira grabbed Crowley’s arm. To me that is a very ‘familiar’ gesture. It’s saying ‘Look, they’re doing it. We can do that too.’ He then proceeds to look at Crowley with such loving adoration as if he cannot see any reason that they can’t be together openly and honestly.
Aziraphale then goes to coffee with Metatron whilst Crowley waits in the bookshop and tidies up. There is something strange about this. Throughout the time he is taking care of the bookshop whilst Zira is in Scotland, we see him chucking books all over the place. Even at the end we see him chuck a tray of food on the chair. So why is he tidying up now? – he tidies up because they are going to USE it.
He says, they are going to an ‘Extremely alcoholic breakfast at the Ritz.’ So if they are not going to be at the bookshop, why would it matter if Muriel is there or if it’s tidy? They do need US time. It’s a euphemism, it’s code. “Breakfast at the Ritz”, “I’ll give you a lift”, “Waiting inside”.
This is why it shocks Crowley so much when Nina thinks they’re a couple. They think they have been hiding it so well for a VERY long time and he can’t believe that someone has thought that for real. Yes we have all done it and been on the receiving end when someone thinks you’re a couple and you aren’t, it happens. But Nina just flat out refuses to believe that they’re not.
That is when Crowley goes to the winebar. Zira asks him why he isn’t ‘waiting inside’ “You like waiting inside.” As in “We never have a date in public, they can see us.” Then Crowley explains it’s because Jim is in the bookshop but in reality it’s probably partly because he’s realised that they haven’t hidden it as well as they thought they did, so they may as well sit there.
That reaction when Shax says to Zira, that hes not Crowley’s type? Seriously, that is a very much a “That’s what you think.” look.
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We are a group of the two of us and we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t. – They really were pretending. He wasn’t talking about being in denial about their feelings for one another, he was literally saying they were PRETENDING not to be together. Now he wants everyone to know. He doesn't want to pretend anymore.
He thought Zira felt the same way until he told him about the whole 'going back to heaven' situation. Not sure how it would have gone if Crowley spoke first.
Aziraphale did not seem shocked by Crowley's confession. He already knows. What he doesn't understand is why he doesn't want to go to heaven.
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Zira still believes in the fundamental goodness of heaven because he has nothing to compare it to. Crowley has been on both sides and knows they are both as bad as each other “Life on earth would be just as dead, if heaven ended it.” That’s is why Crowley wants so stay on earth or go away with Zira.
Zira wants to go with Crowley to heaven because as others have pointed out, that’s where he believes they will have the best life and be able to be together. Crowley knows different, he was cast out into a pool of boiling sulphur just for asking questions. So he walks away and says ‘good luck’. Zira has not had the same experience of heaven Crowley has, Crowley has experienced the worst of the universe on both sides and can’t live like that anymore.
So "You can't leave this bookshop" yes, indeed, as we have established means "Don't leave US."
We could have been ‘US’. But Aziraphale won’t see it. So Crowley does the only thing he can think of and kiss the love of his entire existence. Whilst they are being watched. That is why Aziraphale says ‘I forgive you’. It isn’t just an ‘I love you’ it’s an ‘I forgive you for telling them our secret.’ I forgive you for trying to change my mind.
More in Part 3...
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magnetothemagnificent · 11 months
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would it be ok if i asked for your perspective on ethel cain's forehead tattoo? apparently it's the names of ashmedai and gabriel in hebrew. her whole thing/image is based around an aesthetization of christian imagery (in a way that is pretty indistinguishable from that tumblr catholicism imagery people are so fond of, though in her words her focus is on southern baptism), so it seems strange, to say the least. but i'm not jewish so i can't tell if that feeling is unfounded and i'm just being nitpicky or something.
I had to look this person up, and yeah, your instincts are correct, it's............a chock-full of cultural appropriation. Gavriel is the guardian angel of the Jewish people, and Ashmodai is the king of the Shedim (demons). Ashmodai was captured by King Shlomo and was coerced into aiding in the building of the Beit HaMikdash, the First Jewish Temple. Both figures are deeply important in Judaism. Now, Christianity has already appropriated both of these a long time ago, and so in the context of explicitly Christian imagery and language (y'know, like in Greek or Latin or English), I'd just shrug and roll my eyes. But this.............yeah this is flat-out yet another example of Alt-scene ex-Christians treating Judaism and Hebrew like a ~spooky~ ~ancient~ aesthetic. It'd be different if it was in Latin letters, but no, she had to do it in Hebrew because the ~vibes~....
It's clear just by the way her fans talk about her......
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From JankySmooth
After falling down a rabbithole learning about this person, I'm also suspicious about her entire aesthetic. It's a "reclamation" of the Preacher's (white) Daughter aesthetic...........but honey as a white woman you're not reclaiming anything by adopting an aesthetic associated with conservatism and white supremacy. I don't care if she's a trans woman, it's weird as fuck to read about her fans and their devotion to her, and the aesthetics she and her fans adopt.
And reading that she grew up Southern Baptist, I'm not surprised. They are notorious for appropriation of Judaism. I need white gentile trans people to understand that they are very much capable of and often do perpetuate antisemitism and racism.
TLDR: Yes, it absolutely is appropriation, and the more I read about this person, the more disturbed I am.
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Thoughts about Gabriel ultrakill and the heavenly council
okay okay okay okay okay so
i’m assuming this is referring to the tags i rbed that one post with so. youngings avert your eyes maybe idk how deranged i’ll get while typing this
gabriel ultrakill has such an impossible appeal to me and i’m going to attempt to put it into words
first of all. look at him. he’s so fucking pretty it’s insane have you seen that guy he’s beautiful in a way i can’t wrap my head around
he acts the way he acts he gets beat for the first time ever literalky ever by a machine and falls in love with it but mistakes that love for hatred and then when he reports back to the council they blame him for getting his ass handed to him like hello ???? you can’t just do that to him this is not what this post is supposed to be about im getting off topic
the way he acts his character his flow hsi jehevrnrgehrgrgrhuuuuuggaggggggggghh he triggers such a primal carnal desire within me that i’ve not felt my entire life until i witnessed him do you fucking grasp how much just how much i need to just be Near him do you understand how much i want to just hold his hand or to grab his stupid tiny little waist i want to place my hands on him in any kind of way okease oh my god please i need to cling to him i NEED to watch him do common normal things like twisting a doorknob or tie a knot oh my god i need to see him tie a knot you know how you have to pull the strings taut i need ti see him di that i need to see him lift something slightly heavy i need to watch him throw something into the air and catch it or alternatively i need to see him almost not catch it and do that jolt thing people do when they almost drop something to catch it i need to see him do that i need ti see him grip something i need to watch him stand up from a sitting position i need to watch him forget the direction he’s supposed to be going in and then do that weird pause and glance around before turning around and speed walking in the opposite direction i need to see him pick up a spherical object and watch the way his hands wrap around it i need to watch him reach around to try and grab something slightly out of reach
i need to jump on him i need to cling to him i need to climb all over that guy i need to feel the ridge of his spine i need to watch his adam’s apple shift as he swallows or speaks i need to watch his throat do that when it’s like you know when you lean your head back and the skin over your neck is pulled taut and the movement of yiur throat is much more significant i need to see him do that i need to watch him preen his wings i would collect his shed feathers and keep them in a little box or put them on a necklace and he’d be like Why Do You Have Those and i’d be like 😊😊😊😊😊😊 i think his wings are so fucking pretty i also think they’d be warm like they change temp depending on his mood notmally they’d be relatively warm like a heated blanket enraged they’d be like the temp of the surface of the sun and ecstasy they’d be even hotter donyou get me
there are so many things i think about him i have no words for them i just think he’s so catastrophically attractive ok in every way possible my view on him varies all the time sometimes i’m like Wow I’d Really Like To Be Friends With That Guy and other times i’m like I NEED HIM IN ME ummmmmm thats
okay getting only slightly more unhinged i’ll cut it here just in case cause we’re enterying hornypost territory
do you understand the amount of lust my body contains for gabriel ultrakill i would love to be pinned down by that guy by the shoulders or to have his hand run along the length of my spine or against my jaw i need to press my body up against his i don’t care how i just need to Touch him i NEED to hear that archangel whimper (<- listened to the gabriel whimpering audio clips 67 times) i need that guy down my throat uhhhhmmmmmm yeah i’m cutting that one short it seems my rational mind has finally kicked in
have fun reading my category 7 autism event
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2af-afterdark · 5 months
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Ok. I wrote a 2hole thing in here before with each of the angels specifically and my thoughts but it got deleted so I'll just ask for a request
DomGod!Mc spanking Gabriel?
NooOOoOooooOo. I would have loved to read that. Curse you Tumblr! Let the Anons speak!
But... Gabriel spanking... there are so many ways to go with that. A lot of the God!MC au was made before we really had a good idea of what the characters were like, so sometimes I adjust things to fit more with what I see in game. I like my version of Gabriel though, so I'm gonna made the two together here and see how it works when he's completely and utterly selfish about getting MC's attention but also acknowledges that MC is their own person.
Heaven is boring. The entire place was made to revolve around God, so little was added that would distract from being able to revere them. MC is the new God and they can see why the old one left. It's stifling to be the center of Heaven. It's oppressive to be loved by angels that revolve their entire existence around them. They aren't even sure if "love" is the right word. It's more like the angels of Heaven use MC to feel better about themselves and their place in the universe.
And Gabriel? Gabriel is the worst of them all in some ways. Okay, they all suck, but Gabriel is a special kind of suck. Gabriel is the only one that calls them but name, but there is a subtly mocking tone when he says it. Not mocking them, per se, but mocking the idea that they think they can still be only MC. At the same time, he sounds euphoric when he says their name, because he's the only one that uses it in all of Heaven. It's something of theirs that's only his and he will abuse the privilege.
Their name is sickeningly sweet as it drips like honey from his lips. It echoes in their head, beating against their skull and driving them mad. He says it so calmly, like a lover whispering in the night. He uses it so casually and with such reverence...
It makes MC feel sick.
They've asked many, many times for him to stop. They've told him that he's not allowed to use the same name as their friends. He isn't allowed to address them like that. They aren't friends!
But he keeps doing it...
Do you know the phrase "spare the rod, spoil the child"? MC is starring to understand what it means. If MC is supposed to be God now, doesn't that mean that punishing disobedience is their job? Perhaps Gabriel can be the first one they test their new duties on.
He's almost too eager to lay across their lap when they tell him to. If MC didn't know better, they would think he was smiling.
When they bring their hand down against his backside, he barely makes a sound. They do it again to the same response. They scowl as they pull down his pants and expose his bare buttom. Then they smile as he finally yelps when they hit him.
They do it again and again and again until they lose track of how many times it's been and Gabriel's ass is cherry red. The entire time, he hasn't said anything, but the sound of his cries are ingrained in MC's memory. Between each one, it sounded almost like he was praying. Not the kind for forgiveness, but the kind given in thanks.
MC feels vile afterward. Not because it was wrong, but because they enjoyed doing it. They are sick to their stomach that they allowed Gabriel to get enough of a rise out of them to do that. And they are disgusted that they want to hear him cry more. Maybe spank him until he can't sit or walk properly...
Gabriel, for his part, does not seem upset. If anything, he appears to be amused as he calls MC's name yet again just to see the shivk in their eyes turn to anger once more.
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c1cada-c1cada · 5 months
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a meeting with heaven and hell
{a meeting with Gabriel, Micheal, Uriel and three of hells demons TW GORE SH AND INDECATIONS OF VOMIT} Gabriel: ok! we have the documents and the holy water now we can begin!! Micheal: yeah, yeah, let's get this over and done with Uriel: who exactly will be here? Gabriel: wait and see Uriel :] {the slight sound of fire joins... you see Beelzebub, Hastur and Dagon appear along with the angels}
Beelzebub: hi Gabriel, Uriel and Victorian ghost. {Micheal pulls an agitated face} Hastur: hello! Dagon: hi... Gabriel: Hello Beelzebub and to the rest of you! I believe this is our first meeting with heaven and hell ever since the rebellion... am i correct? {Micheal and Uriel exchange uncomfortable look at the opposition, Uriel feels like something is off... however they can't put their finger on what it is, however they feel as if something will happen between them and the demon in the yellow coat? what was their name again? ah yes, Hastur}
Beelzebub: yes, indeed it is archangel if you weren't so idiotic you would have known this beforehand. {Beelzebub gives a dangerous glare to Gabriel who returns back a sarcastic smile} Uriel: ok, enough with the small talk we need to get onto matters with the suspected traitors.. Micheal: yes, i have been given some complaints regarding the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale? Beelzebub: i have not heard of this? Dagon is this true. Have you gotten any complaints recently? {Beelzebub says this while remaining full eye-contact with the supreme archangel causing him to look away in a flustered hurry.} Dagon: yes, I gave it to you on last week and i reminded you throughout this week.
{Beelzebub breaks her stare with Gabriel and twitches slightly before speaking again in an agitated tone.} Beelzebub: WELL maybe someone should of not told me these things when I was obviously busy! Dagon you know you should of gave something that important to Hastur if you really wanted me to see it! Hastur: my lord, should I note this now or is it too late? Beelzebub: don't bother... {the meeting continues with barely to zero problems however the angels can't seem to shake the feeling of dread and nausea away from their minds... why do they feel like this?? what is going on??} Micheal: and that is all the information i have at this point of time... anything more to add?
{Gabriel, Uriel and the demons shake their heads completing their meeting} Gabriel: WELL, that was nice! anything more to discuss.? Beelzebub: well, yes, you see down in hell we write down the names of our meetings in case we need it for later! Also, we need a copy of the photos of Crowley and Aziraphale themselves! Gabriel: yes, that is understandable! we will send you them on Wednesday, that is when most of the angels are free! Beelzebub and Dagon: Thank you... Beelzebub: Hastur write the day down! Hastur: yes lord... {Hastur glances around to look for a pen... he realizes that there is no pen in his area... however there is a kitchen knife....} {NOTE: this is where it gets dark!! so if you don't like SH self-harm then don't read anymore lovelies} Hastur: uuhhhh ok so i couldn't find a pen but i found this *holds up knife* {the angels and demons are glancing at Hastur now confused}
Gabriel: huh? what are you going to do? carve it into the table?! {Gabriel finds this entertaining.} Hastur: well... i need to write it somewhere!! {Hastur puts the small knife to his arm and starts cutting the date on his arm, the blood drips onto his coat.} Beelzebub: WHAT THE FUCK HASTUR?! Dagon: *pure shock* Uriel: OH MY GOD!! Micheal: HASTUR, STOP THAT RIGHT NOW Gabriel: AAAAAAH STOP STOP FUCKING STOOOP!! oh god i think I'm going to puke. Hastur: wot??? NOTE: I'm sorry idk if i should continue this??? please tell me if i should I'm rly lazy ;-;
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Good Omens Fic Rec: It Was Always You
A chance encounter during one of the worst times of Ezra Fell’s life reunites him with his once best friend and the one who got away. Though, that would imply he ever had him in the first place. Anthony Crowley and his son, Warlock, relocate to the quieter city of Tadfield from that of London. In the process, manages to find again that one person who always made him feel less alone, the one person he was pretty sure he was never going to speak to again. But the road to true love never did run smooth (something that’s been true from their very beginning). Despite the easy way they fall back into each other, their lives don't seem to follow suit, and if it's not one challenge its another. But despite everything they find themselves facing down, the ten years without each other taught them one thing: they’re better together than they are apart.
Length: 236,585 words
AO3 Rating: Teen and Up
Best for: Safe in Public, Taking Breaks, Human AU, Slow Burn, Romance, Fluff, Pick-me-up
Triggers: None
Read it here, fic by mltrefry
*Minor Spoilers* Strap in, because this is going to be a long rec post. This story hit pretty much all my personal buttons on the parent AU side, so I knew it would end up being a favorite of mine. But then, to combine it with such a rich and wonderful story of how Crowley and Ezra grew up together as best friends? It felt tailor-made for me.
Let's start with the present. Crowley is the father of five-year-old Warlock, owns a very successful flower shop, and has moved to Tadfield to be closer to that branch of the business. Ezra has just lost his sister Eliza and is now the guardian to his nephew Adam. Both men are content with their lives, but the memory of their fallout plagues them both. In the past, we follow their entire history—from their first meeting, to new boyfriends, supporting each other through hard times, and the unbearable pain of their unspoken mutual pining.
I loved everything about this story. As parents, they're both amazing. They love being dads, they never see their sons as a burden, and I'm so thankful that this story doesn't cause any unnecessary angst for them in this aspect. Their family is built on love, safety, and trust. I adored the boys, their new routines, and their entire extended family of side characters.
I was fascinated by their past relationships. Every person each of them dated was such a complex and interesting side character. I appreciated how even when a partner is flawed, they're not portrayed as evil—especially Gabriel. Yes, he's an asshole, and he can't take no for an answer, but he's not evil. He does nothing to purposely sabotage Ezra's happiness, which was something I was honestly expecting a bit. The character of Oscar here was a particular standout for me. I also loved how the red string of fate kept connecting them in ways I don't think they'll ever realize. Which is lovely, but also a little silly in that it almost feels like there's only like 8 queer men in all of Britain. But each relationship taught them more about life and themselves, and yes, maybe it would have been easier for them if they confessed their love earlier in their lives. However, that wasn't meant to be; they came together at exactly the right point in their lives. They were meant to have this wonderful family together.
And watching them grow up together? I was glued to every moment. Their family lives were unique and complex. Completely original to this story, which sometimes can feel too removed from canon. But it didn't feel that way to me ever. Or if it ever did, it wasn't a negative. I don't believe this is the kind of story you could scrub out the Good Omens and repackage it as any other couple. Even though technically it should be easy to do with this set up. There isn't that much Good Omens canon in it, but still, this just feels like Crowley and Aziraphale despite how much of an AU it is.
Ok, I gotta stop before this becomes even longer, there are SO MANY plot points I could talk about. But seriously, if you love parent stories or stories of them being friends as kids, this is a must-read. It's satisfyingly long, but also so effortless that you will spend hours in this world, and it'll feel like seconds. The writing is excellent, so detailed that you'll feel like you're actually there, but never gets bogged down in itself. This is now a forever favorite of mine!
Read it here, fic by mltrefry
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jamskateable · 7 months
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putting this here too because I've been more active on this account recently andddd...idk.
I already posted this on my main account so if you follow my main account then idk man they're on both of them idk what to say.
remember when I said I wanted to work on my characterizations of Raphael and Michael? this is part of that, specifically focusing on Raphael and his relationship with Gabriel. I figured writing was the best way to do that since I don't have the motivation to design a whole ass character and create a dedicated reference sheet right now. that comes later.
some fleshing-out of Michael also occurs? but largely Raphael.
Minos and Sisyphus are here too, but again they aren't the focus of this snippet so if their parts seem rushed, its prolly because they are lol.
brief mentions of sex? non-graphic but be advised.
ok here you go, good riddance
Minos ran into the room, quite hurried and out of breath, stumbling. He smacked his shoulder on the doorframe and cried out in surprise. The sound scared Gabriel; he was never so careless.
Sisyphus got to it first. “Minos?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”
“There is an angel here. Another angel.”
Gabriel froze.
An angel, still with their Light, was a force to be reckoned with. Light gave angels their determination, their loyalty, their vigor. Combat training could only go so far, when Light gave an angel its courage to continue. Indeed, a full-powered angel was something to be concerned about.
Before Sisyphus could continue, Gabriel stood from his side. “What did they look like?”
“I was not close enough to make out any features. But their armor was golden.”
He tensed. “Raphael,” he breathed.
The last time he had checked, Gabriel was part of a brotherhood of three archangels: the Chief of Angels, Michael, the Will of God, Gabriel, and the Healer, Raphael. Archangels were the highest ranking of angels there was, secondary only to God Himself. They answered to Him alone, and were the most powerful, benevolent, and well-trained beings in the hierarchy. There were none higher, and none mightier. 
Which made it all the more concerning that there was an archangel in the city. Raphael could level it flat if he wanted to. Could kill all three of them and never falter. 
But Raphael was a kind soul. Generous, empathetic, sometimes more than he should have been. It was the reason God had made him the healer, and not the maker of wounds, like Michael or Gabriel. Raphael could stand to be reasoned with.
Michael was another case. But he wasn’t here.
As he tread down the hallways, Minos and Sisyphus followed close behind. “Thou knoweth of this ‘Raphael’?” Minos asked him. There was anxiety in his voice; he didn’t want his city destroyed, not a second time. 
“Yes,” he replied. “Heaven’s hierarchy of angels had three archangels at the top; Me, Michael, and Raphael.” 
“An archangel. They must be very powerful.”
“As powerful as I was with my Light. Both of you have experienced that firsthand.”
Sisyphus barked a laugh, but that was all. 
Gabriel stepped onto a balcony, wings spread, prepared for flight. “Raphael was the softest of the three of us,” he continued. “He is very empathetic. He can be spoken with. Michael…not so much.”
“We shall stay here, then, whilst thee reasons with him, yes?”
“Yes. Stay here. If I need you, I’ll come get you.”
He didn’t give Sisyphus time to argue with him this time. Swords drawn, he took off, and navigated towards the aura of an archangel.
He was in the park. The park reminded him of Heaven’s gardens, a place he would visit frequently to think and have time to himself when his tasks overwhelmed him. A place he and Raphael would often meet to talk. How perceptive of him. 
“Gabriel?” he called. His voice quivered in that way that often indicated nervousness, an emotion Michael and Gabriel never let show in public. He found it almost sweet that despite his lack of contact with the angel in recent months, he could still read him like a book. 
“Gabriel? Are you there?”
He could see Raphael. Though he had a single sword on his person, the weapon was not drawn. His wings were slumped, and his movements were quick, almost distressed.
“If we are going to speak, Raphael,” Gabriel said, stepping into his line of sight. “I would highly suggest you stay right where you are.”
The healer whipped around to face him. His hands were clenched to his chest, and he noticeably brightened when he saw him, clearly excited. He stepped forward, moving to approach him, but he paused when he saw Splendor and Justice extended to either side of him.
He sounded like a wounded animal when he said “Gabriel..? What are you–”
“You know I cannot trust you, Raphael. The Lord would send his angels after the fallen all the time.”
“I would never harm you, Gabriel. I would sooner forsake my Light than do so. You know this. I am offended that you think I could do such a thing!”
He did sound awfully offended. “I cannot be faulted for losing trust in my brothers, after what I have done. You cannot blame me for that, Raphael.”
The healer visibly deflated, and nodded his head. “I..suppose so.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you, Gabriel. That is all.” “Why?” His hand flexed, sword bobbing with the movement. “Did someone send you? Michael, perhaps?” “No! No, of course not,” he cried. “Michael advised us against visiting you, against any angels entering Hell at all, until the void created by the Council’s…absence..is filled, and everything is settled. He does not know I am here.”
Interesting. Raphael had always been like a leech to his older brothers. He did whatever they asked of them, was loyal to a fault. A teacher’s pet, essentially. Why would he go against Michael, surely the superior angel, and his orders for this?
Raphael’s laugh genuinely startled him. “You destroyed all of Heaven when you killed the Council. The hierarchy is in shambles. Terror and fear everywhere. Michael and I are the only two keeping everything together.”
Gabriel relaxed a little bit. “You are not angry with me?”
“No. I could never be angry with you, brother. Not for long.”
The Will of God lowered his swords. Despite his caution, it was good to see Raphael again. Someone warm, friendly, and familiar is exactly what he’s needed.
Raphael certainly seemed to agree, for as soon as Gabriel sheathed his swords, he embraced him tightly, wings curling in a halo around him, as if to shield him. 
“We’ve missed you.” Gabriel could have broken down crying and he would not have minded one bit.
“Is this where you have been living?” He released him, reluctantly, and examined the park and the buildings surrounding it. “It is…certainly in better shape now than it was when I last saw it.”
“Yes. I–we–have been rebuilding it.”
“‘We’?” Raphael questioned. “Another angel?” “No. King Minos.”
“K–” He broke off into laughter. “Oh, forgive me! I thought you said King Minos!”
“I did.”
He slowly trailed off after that. Angels did not often reveal their faces to each other, and therefore relied on body language to communicate their emotions to each other. Raphael’s body language communicated equal parts confusion and terror.
“You’re…serious.”
“Deathly.”
His posture became suddenly rigid. “Gabriel…King Minos is dead. Him and Sisyphus both. You beheaded them. I watched you do it.”
He nodded. “The bodies are dead, yes, but their souls live on. The Machine freed them from their prisons and spared them.”
“They’re Prime souls?! Why didn’t you lead with that?!” His wings fluttered in distress. Raphael had always been very flighty. “Prime souls are incredibly dangerous, Gabriel! They could kill you, especially Lightless as you are!”
“They have not harmed me yet.” His voice got a little quieter. “I trust them. They have been kind to me, and forgiving. More so than Heaven has. More than the Council.”
Raphael fell silent at that. He settled a little on his feet, staring at his brother with despondence.
“I see.”
Raphael peered about, distrusting. Gabriel found it amusing how innocent the angel was.
“Are they–” “No, they are not here,” he said bemusedly. “They are in the palace, waiting for me.”
His voice was level and contemplative. “You have been living with them.”
His chin drops and he nods. “Yes.”
“And what of the Machine?”
A wave of fondness settled through his stomach at the word, and he chuckled. “They could be anywhere.”
“They could be–’they’?” Raphael said, incredulously. “And you don’t know..? You must be mad, Gabriel. Absolutely mad. The child of man that felled an angel–”
“Twice.”
“...Twice felled an angel is simply roaming around Hell? Ungoverned?”
Gabriel couldn’t keep the laughter out of his voice when he asked “What did Michael think of it?”
Raphael snorted. “Drop the act, brother. We both know damn well what Michael thought of it.”
“And what did you think of it?”
Raphael picked at his wings, an idle nervous habit that Gabriel once helped relieve him of. But it seemed to be making an appearance once more. He could hardly blame him. Regardless, he took his wrists in his hands and stilled him. Raphael did not protest.
He shrugged half-heartedly. “I didn’t think anything of it.”
“Do not lie to me, Raphael,” he scolded. “You would disgrace the Father like that?”
The reprimand slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. It was almost instinctual, second nature. He’d chastised so many angels during his tenure that he didn’t even have to think about it.
The healer’s voice grew louder, though it quivered more prominently as he became agitated. “What Father, Gabriel?” he growled. “He is no Father of mine, to have abandoned us this way, a fact you have shown us yourself.”
“I-I..”
Raphael stiffened. He’d likely never heard Gabriel stutter.
“I’m sorry, Raphael.” He took his hands again, having curled into fists at his sides, and squeezed. “I didn’t mean to say that. I am in no position to scold you, especially in that false way. I’m so sorry.”
Raphael’s arms were limp in his hold. But he sighed. Gabriel heard his breath whistle as it seeped between the gaps in his helmet, and he squeezed back. 
“I was serious when I told you I could never be mad at you.”
Raphael’s approval had always meant a lot to him. Something about making a good impression on his younger brother, giving him a good role model to look up to. Something about fraternal love. 
Which is why such a huge wave of relief surged through him when his brother spoke, and his knees went weak with it as he huffed gravely. “Thank you, brother.”
“It is nothing, Gabriel,” he murmured affectionately. “Nothing at all.”
They hugged again. It felt nice. The Light of God bathed him in warmth, and he wondered if this was what humans felt like, when they beheld them as they bestowed God’s messages onto them. The healer’s light was plentiful and radiant in a way that, damn it, Gabriel had sorely missed. He held his waist and held him tight. 
“Truthfully, I felt horrible. When the Machine defeated you, it–” He gave an incredulous look, if ever a helmeted angel could. “It changed everything. The Council kept it quiet. But they told us. About your defeat, what they did to you. I was…I was horrified, Gabriel. Without God’s blessing, it is an awful way to live for an angel.”
Gabriel laughed bitterly. “That is true, yes.”
“I know you don’t like being helped, but I wanted to offer my services. Your power was dwindling by the day. I wanted to…well. Spend time with you. Before you died. But you were so hellbent on finding the Machine that it was all the more difficult to find you. The next time I saw you in person was…the Council’s execution.”
“Is that what they’re calling it?” he asked, deadpan. 
He shrugged halfheartedly. “Yes. Obviously, nothing so drastic has ever been done in God’s kingdom. They do not know what to call it.”
“I suppose I cannot blame them.”
He took his hands again and held them, thumbing at his wrists. “But I didn’t feel you die. Neither of us did. Michael had convinced all of Heaven that you had disintegrated when the light left your body on that twenty-fourth hour. But neither of us felt it. You were out there, somewhere, and he begged me not to seek you out. But I couldn’t just…leave you. You’re still my brother, Gabriel, and status does not impede that.”
Gabriel felt humbled and honored in a rather peculiar way. Honored to have Raphael’s love despite his crimes, humbled in that he would seek him out even if it meant ignoring Prince Michael’s direct orders. He still loved Raphael, with his whole heart. It pained him to stay away from him, when he knew perfectly well that Heaven would no longer welcome him home. But what need was there for Heaven when everything he ever needed could come to him? He could’ve cried at the stupid smile in Raphael’s voice. 
“I’m glad you came, brother,” he said. Sobbed, really, limp as he was in his golden arms. “I missed you. I wish I could come home, but…”
Raphael barked a beautiful laugh. “As grim as it may sound, I’m fairly certain Michael would crucify you.”
“Most likely.”
He wondered if Michael missed him the way Raphael did. If he experienced the familial bond that came with their sworn brotherhood. Angels did not have siblings or family unless God gave them one, and He did not do so often. The only leniency was with the archangels, His most loyal and powerful creations. There were only the three of them, and Gabriel loved them as much as a brainwashed angel was capable of. Raphael obviously returned those affections. But he wondered about Michael, the stoic and stone-faced Prince of Heaven, who showed few emotions at all, let alone love.
“Have you been elsewhere in Hell?”
“I’ve been through all the layers a thousand times over,” he said. “There isn’t much else to do, with my title and Light being relinquished.”
“Have you visited the Wrath layer? The Ferryman quite misses you,” Raphael replied, his tone rather sly.
Gabriel gave him an accusatory look behind the layers of metal. “How would you know that?” “It was the first place I thought to look for you. I know you were quite fond of them, and I thought that, if something were to happen, they would happily shelter you.” He clicked his tongue, though it was mocking. “It is a wonder they never were crowned an angel. After all, idolatry is a sin.”
“Idolatry. Don’t make me laugh. No sinner’s dedication extends so deep.
“It is not my intention, brother. The Lord taught me honesty. Besides, I think you would be surprised by the loyalty of your worshippers.” 
Gabriel’s face was hot enough to affect the temperature of his helmet. But he remained silent, steaming, while Raphael laughed at him. 
“You are different, Gabriel. Something about you has changed. In a good way, I mean.”
He sighed, tired. “Many things about me have changed. I am a sinner, and I have recognized it. I am surprised you have not scolded me for it.”
“I am in no position to scold you, brother. After all, you were always older and wiser than I, having seen more of the world. And you do not seem unhappy. Whatever satisfies you satisfies me, also.”
Gabriel sighed. He supposed that wasn’t entirely untrue; he was a lot happier now, Lightless and free from Heaven’s influence, than he was most days in God’s kingdom. He regretted his sins, but ultimately he was better for it. 
And there were some sins he didn’t regret. Would never regret. 
(How God had ever considered sex, such a pleasurable and intimate pastime, a sin was beyond him.)
(He wondered if Raphael knew about the state of his virginity. After all, most angels, especially archangels, had a keen eye to the sins of an individual. But if Raphael knew, he didn’t give any indication, and Gabriel wasn’t about to bring that up.)
“I cannot say that Michael would feel the same,” he said bitterly.
“No, of course not. He is busy managing Heaven by himself. Took up the bulk of the work he did. Said ‘leave it to me’, and you know how he gets on. Best to leave him well alone.”
Gabriel nodded sagely. “Yes. That must give you plenty of time to yourself.”
“Oh, plenty. It’s easy to avoid his watchful eyes when he is so wound up. And with the virtues pulled from Hell, there was no one to survey the layers in your stead, so I took the time to look for you. Having gotten myself settled, of course.” 
Raphael looked off into the park, and Gabriel as well, following the track his eyes left across the bushes and trees. It was peaceful here. Quiet. No hymns or chirping cherubim. It was a simple and deafening silence, and both appreciated it more than they could put into words.
Raphael simply sat on the ground. His legs curled around one side of him, he was as elegant as a statue. Gabriel sat cross-legged next to him, and listened to him breathe. 
“Minos and Sisyphus…”
Gabriel braced himself. “What of them?”
“You said they are kind to you.” Raphael’s voice was analytical. He was probing, as he often did, still in possession of that childlike curiosity that had made him so irritating as a youth. Gabriel found himself more charmed than annoyed, nowadays. “Minos was a peaceful man. A pacifist. He did not fight back when you felled him, this I know. But what of Sisyphus? He was terrible in life. An enslaver, a manipulator. Surely he cannot be much better as a Prime soul, not with all of that power.”
God’s Hand huffed in amusement. “He can be blunt, certainly,” he said. “Rather abrasive, on the surface. But he is a kind man at heart. He often cannot express his kindness, and frankly, neither can I. We have been learning together.”
Raphael’s voice was soft when he next spoke. “I see. And Minos?”
“He’s very affectionate. I–”
Gabriel cut himself off with a sharp snap of his jaw. Raphael heard his teeth click and laughed, cocking his head to glance at him.
“I get it,” he murmured. “You have your freedom. Why not make the most of it?”
“You could have it also, Raphael. God is dead. Heaven is crumbling apart as we speak, and Michael is occupied trying to pick up the pieces. There are things I’d like to show you. Places I’d like to go, people to introduce. People I love. There’s so much more.”
“I know, Gabriel. I know.”
He took his hand, but it brought him little comfort. Raphael sighed, and his voice was small all at once. Nothing like the budding tenor he used when he sang, or his usual warbling tone. 
“But that would be forgetting my loyalties. The cherubim, Michael, all of the young angels that need guidance in His absence…they are my family, Gabriel, just as much as you. I long for a time where we can be free from this. Where we can explore the Earth together, roam Hell and make a new home somewhere else. Somewhere better.”
Gabriel was struck dumb by the sincerity in his voice. It was a maturity that young, flighty Raphael had never displayed. “But that day has not come.”
He stood, pacing some steps away. Leaving Gabriel behind.
You’ve finally outgrown me, he thought. Good.
His voice regained that familiar playfulness when he said “Perhaps an introduction is in order?”
He thought he knew, but just in case, he asked. “An introduction to who?” 
Raphael clapped his hands together mischievously. “Your lovers, of course!”
Gabriel choked on air, keeling over, and the Healer laughed heartily at the display, clutching at his breastplate. 
“Raphael,” he rasped. His voice might have been intimidating, were it not for the underlying rasp brought on by his coughing fit. “You are awful. Simply terrible.”
“Is it inaccurate? You yourself seemed to suggest otherwise.”
He followed Raphael as he spread his wings and took off. His flight pattern had always been floaty and slow, unlike the quick and efficient way his brothers had been taught. Gabriel had always wondered if God made him soft on purpose. He didn’t mind it either way.
“I have not asked. Perhaps you ought to ask them, since you’re so keen to know.”In his bubbly, teasing voice, he said “I will! I already have a plethora of questions!”
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I like the way this dialogue turned out :3
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fflamvlam · 8 months
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things in the title sequence i think could be important:
 when it's going through the graveyard there's 4 graves that we can see the writing on. the first says "everyday" which is clearly a nod to the ineffable bureaucracy's song. the second is "Jane Austen" which of course is mentioned a lot as well. The third one says "Here lies the former shell of Beelzebub" which I think is either a nod to them changing their face or to them and Gabriel running away. But the last one, and the one I think is most important, says "here lies Adam" which is a bit strange. we don't see Adam at all this season, he's not even mentioned. this could be a hint to something in s3 or maybe Adam was erased from the Book of Life? I think him actually being gone in some way would make sense with the addition of "here lies" but I think it's also notable to point out that it has more text that we deliberately can't see as well.
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(also this one that i cant read)
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there's a shadowy figure that follows A&C through the book of job part. I have no idea who this could be, was there someone in the background we didn't see? or maybe that was the metatron messing with the past? I'm really not sure and I dont think you can see that figure anywhere else but i could be wrong.
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and then right before the theatre, theres a bigger crowd with a lot of signs (sadly i cant decipher really any of them) However, theres a big one that clearly says “the 2nd coming” which we learn about in ep6 but i just think its neat that it was right there the whole time.
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I would also like to talk about the characters we see in the sequence following A&C. theres a good many that you can clearly identify, i.e. the music store owner, the magic store’s spouse, gabriel, war, and muriel as seen above. but theres also a couple that show up in almost every part that i just.. dont know who they are... they seem like they should be important but i cant think of anyone they would be representing, i have sent an ask to neil already asking if all the characters shown in the title sequence are important or just random but it would take a miracle(haha) for him to see it and reply.
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this guy shows up a good amount, he almost looks like crowley with the glasses and hair but its strange that he has a beard since we hardly ever see him with one and plus hes wearing something pre-fall crowley would wear but he didnt even have long hair then.
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the guy behind furfur shows up in Every Single Shot (except i think the one in hell but a lot of different characters that we see no where else are there so idk) i just simply dont recognize him, i mean, how many people do we know that have a shovel? one. and that was elspeth who is seen other places. he also has a beard, which is another trait we just simply dont see that much of. but, again, i dont know for sure if any of the characters shown are important or not we can only speculate.
ok, last thing i noticed, in only two (2) places both A&C dont have their wings. in the Job part and then when theyre sitting on the bookshop. I cant think of why they wouldn’t, its not like those are the only times theyre among humans so its not that, but like surely its imortant, why only those two? do they share somethings similar? if so, what? this little detail confuses me the most honestly..
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anyway, that was a lot longer and more things than i initially planned but i needed to get them off my chest :)
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hothothotch · 1 year
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Gabrielle Aplin just released her new album and I see insecure Aaron all over the lyrics of ‘good enough’, but this part gets me in a way that aaaaaaaa
“‘Cause you’re more than just someone, after all I’ve said and done and all you do, I just wanna be good enough for you”
So here’s a few something about Aaron x Reader that can fit this lyric (since it looks like I’m not able to write long fica anymore).
• I think it would all begin with a blind date — of course planned and organized between Garcia and Rossi, since you are Garcia’s friend, and Rossi has the mission of convincing Aaron that a blind date is a good idea;
• Aaron’s most definitely not convinced, but he goes anyway, just because he knows Rossi’s gonna make his life hell if he doesn’t. You, on the other hand, just likes the idea of meeting someone new and has nothing against blind dates (actually, your best friends came out of really nonsensical blind dates;
I wanna be easy and open like you, the way that you navigate is effortless, the way that you talk and the way that you move
• When you meet, Aaron's still stoic about it all and barely talks, but you're pretty much an open book and, truth be told, he's just mesmerised about the way you talk so openly about anything and everything. If anything, he wanted to be as open as you are;
• You, on the other hand, don't care if he's not as open as you are — you like being heard (not in a self-centered way, you just like to talk), and you enjoy the little smiles he throws on your way whenever you say something that people would jugde weird, so you keep bringing them up only because you wanna see his smile;
When I hit a wall I can't get around, you always see it in a way I can't see, you tell me it's there for me to lean on
• And when the team's on a case that seems to be drawing them anywhere? He calls you from the hotel and just lays it all on you (yes, even if it's confidential information) because he loves the way you have an unique view about it all — and even not being an Agent, you always give him an insight, even by accident, of what is lacking, what they're not looking at...
• And even when the case is not hard, Aaron calls you anyway because he likes to hear your voice, to know you're there, to know you're ok. To hear your sweet and calming voice that pushes him back to the world outside his office;
And bail on your plans just to rest there with me, I love how you rise above the water right when I'm in danger of swimming out a little too deep, you're all I see
• November 29. This is definitely the worst day of Aaron's life. Every year in this exact day, he gets a day off from work to spend the day with Jack, honoring Haley's memory. But when Jack goes to bed, it's just Aaron and his thoughts — how we could've gotten Foyet before, how he should've been able to read his plans (he had been the one to make his profile, after all), the infinite 'what if's' the ran his mind...
• And then you knock on the door. You had no idea what that day meant to him, just... something drew you to his house that specific day, and you decided to go (even if you had a real date that day, and he knew about that);
• Then Aaron sees you, his face is covered in surprise, but you see when the surprise slowly opens space for sadness, the tears forming slowly on his face and you only have time to gasp when he circles your body with his strong arms, the tears staining your shirt...
• And you just let him. You hug his body and kisses the side of his head as one hand plays with the hair on the nape of his neck in a soothing manner, small reassurence words falling from your lips all the time;
• That night you sleep together (just sleep!) cuddling in his bed. You're facing each other in bed, your hands still playing with his hair as you keep your eyes open to make sure he's okay. You can only sleep when his breathing gets calmer...
• That is the moment you notice you're in love with him.
'Cause you're more than just someone, after all I've said and done and all you do... I just wanna be good enough for you
• And of course Aaron knows he's in love with you, though that exact moment was what made him confess it to himself. The question is: he's not going to confess it to you, simply because he doesn't think he's good enough for you;
• But you know he is. You know he's more than good enough, you know he's everything you've been asking for and so much more... and yes, you know about Foyet and Haley, but how could you blame him? How could he blame himself if there was just nothing he could do?
On Saturday night, when you came around, you danced on the table to your favourite tune. And just as I thought you were coming down, you pulled me up and I was moving with you
• Aaron finally takes you to meet the team and you’re… something. At the moment you arrive, you’re already so warm and lovely with the team — you talk facts with Reid, have drinks with the girls and play darts with JJ, you jokingly flirt with Derek (which almost push Aaron to the edge, until you give him a sided hug and kiss his jaw, calming him down immediately);
• And of course there’s a karaoke and you have to sing in it. So you pick your favorite song, and you’re immediately in your element — singing your heart out, dancing on top of tables, interacting with the crowd. You’re just having fun, but for Aaron you’re a star;
• Your song is just finishing when you pull Aaron to sing with you — which he doesn’t do, but he tries to follow your steps as best as he can, swaying at the beat, having fun in a way he didn’t have in ages;
• Aaron knows he’s not good enough for you, and that he probably won’t ever be, but that night he let those three words escape his lips, loving eyes on yours before he kisses your lips, his thumb rubbing your cheek ever so gently…
• And you know he’s so much more than good enough, so when those same words leave your mouth it’s intentional, brutally honest. And Aaron don’t doubt it for a minute;
You take me to places that I’m too scared to go to, miles away in the same old room, how’d do what you do?
• Aaron was literally frightened of falling in love again — after Haley, he didn’t think he deserved being loved. That night, you proved him wrong. You became his search of courage, love and belonging.
• You became his home.
Tell me how I can be good enough
• And of course, there’s still a long way for the two of you. But you’re willing to spend the rest of your life showering him in love, and showing him that’s he’s more than enough for you.
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lockwood & co. the screaming staircase and the whispering skull initial thoughts
TSS: some things have not aged all that well (some comments from and about George) still have no idea if i did read this book or not way back in 2013. wish Barnes was proud of them in the show for Combe Carey Hall as well
and i would have loved to see them deliver the scene when Lucy tells Lockwood what happened back home just they have the acting chops to make [436] me yell "I trust your Talent and your judgement, and i'm very proud to have you on my team. OK?" (also lmao about Lucy running from the conversation with Lockwood and then what Lucy fell on when the skull spoke) also "Lockwood laughed again. Really laughed, I mean. He'd thrown his head back, I could tell"
TWS: didn't make official end of book thoughts for this (idk why) but here is my notes through reading it properly. i did enjoy it though
page numbers are for my copy so it might be different under a read more as i got long
the time between books got me a wee bit confused (it's easily done the moment 7 months was mentioned any semblence of understanding went out the window then my brain caught up)
uh did we need explanations of things when there is a glossary at the back of the book (and another book before hand)
19 the wraith hunting being cut out of the show (it was referenced we just don't see it) is really understandable considering the special effects involved it was a lot of ghosts
116 they get told about the mirror being stolen makes it seem less powerful
127 quite like the debrief
153 i like this reveal died of fright
159 ish "Flo Bones annoyed me" that came through pretty clearly in the show (also side note both trollop and slapper pretty much means the same thing :/)
"slow dawn of cunning realisation" what'd she realise?
190 George put the skull in the oven (and we see those recordings on the thinking cloth in the show)
222 i really don't like the jabs towards Carvers death i know he is technically a bad guy but still but i do like the quote on 225 "death is fugitive even when you're watching for it, the actual instant somehow slips through your fingers. You don't get that sudden drop of the head you see in movies. Instead you simply sit there, waiting for something to happen, and all at once you realise you've missed it. time to move along now. nothing to see. nothing to see there, ever again."
232 don't like the jabs. but I do like the reference to Portland Mews
234 hello job offer from Kipps
240 I like them settling down to talk with the skull
252 "[lockwood] grinned; it was that warm smile that made everything seem simpler; ready to click perfectly into place."
257 bring the skull without telling Lucy seem's a bad idea
292 Ned Shaw is a jackass
296 I really like the rat ghost scene it is so creepy. would have liked to see it in the show but the thought of the budget would probably not have stretched that far.
314 teamwork. i love this "the opening of Mrs Barrett's tomb saw us all set personal high- jump records"
317 the first locky
326 giving the necklace is really short and not as emotionally charged but also compliments so I really can't give it to much grief
"Lucy you look delightful," he said "George, you'll have to do. Oh, here's something for you, Luce. Might go with that excellent dress." He took my hand and placed in it a necklace of pretty silver links, with a small diamond as a pendant. It was really very beautiful "what?" I stared at it. "where'd you get this?"
"Just something i had. i suggest you close your mouth when you wear it..."
329 I love the descriptions of the relic collumns
breaking into the library is a last minute choice which is kinda funny
341 golden blade has a name Gabriel, pickled lungs on display and the Orpheus Society sounds interesting this is going to be fun
351 Breaking into Winkman's was pre planned
356 taking turns going in first causes bickering
362 the auction guests are recognisable and so when Lockwood spots Gabriel he recognises them... kind of defeats the purpose of the black market right?
369 the plan is "controlled" explosions
375 "he's shot his way through," I said. "on the upside, that's one less bullet for us.".
"How i love youre optimism, Luce..."
lmao love it
381 "we jumped out together, hand in hand"
397 i love this "they didn't stay- there was just a short discussion, then they both went off together. They took the sack. I thought Cubbins seemed uneasy. He was unsure of what he was doing. At the last moment he ran back in and left you that note. I'd say he was still fighting against my master, but the other fellow isn't. He's long gone"
and "but Cubbins has the madness too. Did you not notice? A whispered chuckle. Perhaps you never look at him."
400 figuring the connection of the missing dagger
441 George pretending to be dead
446 freeing the ghosts from the bone glass is always a favourite no matter the form and of course Lockwood is here "Anthony Lockwood stood there. He was covered in grave- dust, and there was cobwebs on his collar and in his hair. His trousers were torn at the knees, his fingers bleeding. He'd looked smarter in his time, but I can't say he'd ever looked better to me"
465 still haven't figured out the goggles
468 I love the walk up to the door and of course this quote "it was the old Lockwood smile again; the landing grew much brighter"
(you know saddest people smile the brightest thing)
basically every other chapter of both books i had the thought of "I am so glad they combined this into two" and i still have no idea why
i did have fun sharing some bits with my sister (she might read them later)
i used a lot of tabs in these books (big one with seven colours i actually finished it when i was finishing the Whispering Skull)
now back to the show and i do have thoughts (one of which will make the fight after the graveyard scene more insane stay tuned)
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