#pov gabriel

[philophobic-honeybee]

sam winchester and his short archangel boyfriend

(i miss them every day)

#sabriel spn #sabriel #gabriel spn #gabriel supernatural #sam winchester #sam spn #supernatural #spn #fanart #they r so silly #pov ur gabriel and u love this stupid human so much that u r literally going to implode #sam winchester is a golden retriever #tumblr sees this first :3

[holistichiatus]

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #v1 #pov you already have all the guns but you stop to look at the computer anyway #holistichiatus #digital art #comic #occasionally my brain backfires like an old acr and manages a funny idea

[raptorrobot]

do you ever think about a prime soul polycule. Because I do. Frequently

oh boy do i EVER...... icarus happy ending where he gets over gabriel after going prime and forms a healthy polycule

#ultrakill #ultrakill oc #icarus prime #creations of raptor #gabriel pov #you kill 3 men and they all come back through sheer will of spite and form a loving relationship that you will never have #i would . kill myself #edit i'm glad you all find the cuck chair as funny as i did

[princehistoryuk]

POV: Henry takes pictures of Alex on their holiday!

And of course Henry uses Huji to take the pictures. Alex had to introduce Henry to all the ‘cool’ stuff he missed out on as a prince, locked away in his castle. This means Alex had to get Henry to use Huji for all their photos on holiday. Alex was yet unaware he was about yo get eaten by a wave, starting another one of their giggling fits.

Home is where the heart is❤️

#nicholas galitzine #red white and royal blue #rwrb #taylor zakhar perez #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #rwrb movie #agcd #alex gabriel claremont diaz #henry george edward james fox mountchristen windsor #henry george edward james hanover stuart fox #henry x alex #alex x henry #pov #blurb #rwrb blurb #rwrb film #rwrb on prime #rwrbedit #rwrb book #prince henry rwrb

[evilkaeya]

this novel is comedy

#yes comradeship gabriel #sure if that's what u want to call it #also love how to pov switches from gabriel watching them being fond to kdj telling yjh to eat the soil #AND HE DOES. EAT THE FUCKING SOIL #it's so stupid i love them sm #orv #*the

[ct-multifandom]

Imagine a Trauma Center x AI the somnium files AU where Gabriel is a psyncer and RONI is his AI ball do you guys see the vision

#pun intended #aitsf #trauma center #gabriel cunningham #ai the somnium files #trauma team #a psyncer diagnostician instead of a detective would actually be sick #that pun was not intended #imagine if someone could figure out what’s wrong with you by going into your brain and experiencing the dream world from your POV

[icebluecyanide]

I'm on s4 of my The Americans rewatch and that scene when Philip has to tell Gabriel about how he's been going to EST and Gabriel and Elizabeth sort of gang up on him like what, do you want to talk about your feelings, Philip? Do you want to talk to a therapist? Why don't you just repress your emotions like the rest of us?? is so funny

#the americans #philip jennings #elizabeth jennings #gabriel #elizabeth and gabriel judging him for going to est like elizabeth and philip judged paige for going to church afshdhfhf #I feel bad for philip and his very clear (sexual!) trauma that he's working through #but also gabriel and elizabeth's pov here seeing philip gain like a smidgeon of emotional self awareness #and suddenly trying to put his feelings into words and bringing it up #and them just going tf is wrong with you #it's really funny in a bleak way #this show is really good and i'm loving this this rewatch

[copingmechanizm]

A little inside of Loki's thoughts the moment the Winchesters found out he's the archangel in the au where he and Sam used to be together.

Gabriel stood in the circle of holy fire in the old warehouse. He was trying very hard to avoid looking at Sam, afraid what he would find on his face. Was it hate? Disgust? Or even worse - regret? Regret of ever associating with Loki, regret of sharing many intimate moments with someone who hid being part of the group continuously manipulating him and his brother? Whatever it'll be, once they free him (if they free him, dear Dad) there's no chance Sam would ever want to talk to him again. And rightfully so. The truth was he knew this moment will happen. From the very beginning Loki knew who Sam was and what role in the apocalypse he had. And still he chose to ingnore it and take what he wanted. He thought at the moment that it's a one time thing. One night, that soon became many, many nights and days and weeks and months. He wasn't supposed to get so close to the Lucifer's vessel. He wasn't supposed to care, to engage in the big end. But it happened. And still against all odds he hoped that this moment would never come. That he would forever stay as Loki and only Loki to Sam. Because sexually engaging (because they were NOT dating) with a pagan god was immensely better that sexually engaging with an archangel, with the life Sam lived and with who he was destined to be. He tried to cut himself off of feelings, of emotions, of whatever the Winchesters were doing to stop the end of the world. But it was getting harder and harder. Ever since that spark between him and Sam lit back at their first meeting, he couldn't help but get more and more fond of this crazy inteligent, companionate giant with the biggest heart and the most beautiful soul he saw. And the hottest body. Especially that of course, he was a pagan god after all. At the time Gabriel was sure that whatever he had with Sam wouldn't change the way he thought about the apocalypse. That he'll still let it be, let it happen, hopefully ending as quickly as it can. Throwing the brothers to the TV land was his way to convince himself, more than convincing them. He had a plan in all this too and it was to stay away from intervening his brothers' fight. But while he was fluent in lying, it started to be too hard to lie to himself about not wanting to help stopping The End. And right now, standing face to face with the man who could ask him for anything and he'll receive it, Gabriel was afraid his resolve will shatter. Finally glancing at Sam's face he knew immediately that he lost. Because younger Winchester's eyes were full of betrayal and well hidden (but not for him) grief. And that's something he never wanted to see on his lover's face. Especially on Sam. He never was much of a fighter, more of a runner really. But now, he thinks he doesn't want to run anymore. Not if it's the only chance to fix whatever he had with Sam, at least a little.

#supernatural #sabriel #sam x gabriel #gabriel's pov #changing channels

[boleynqueenes]

"...the hill on which the Queen and John Dudley stand collapses into the earth... " | Nowe Thus | Chapter 21.

#soundtrack order of scenes (clips #more like; if you're a fast reader)... #arise by es posthumus or to glory by gabriel saban #paralyzed by nf for henry's #god. this was SO PAINFUL #and i did shorten by adding this POV #but i might add their scenes unseen later #oh and i have like a ...reflection...of henry's i sort of wanted to include but...i think actually it would fit better for a scene #i outlined for march 1535? so. #oh and yes. it's ao3 accounts only now. and always ; comment moderation #most of you are lovely but. you know. it's always one or two assholes that ruin it for everyone else... #and constrain me to 'gatekeep' ; as the kids say... #nowe thus #nowe thus updates

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Gabriel with his eyes opened isn’t real, he can’t hurt you

Gabriel with his eyes opened:

#POV: he heard you shit talking his wife and now he’s going to beat your ass #tw eye contact #the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #tcoaal oc #gabriel emmanuel

[1am-i-insane]

After the Winchesters died Cas continnued helping hunters to the point that after years of helping he become the patron saint of hunters.

And every new hunter had heared the stories of the Winchester brothers in a hunter bar from an older hunters.

If new hunters get into one too many close call situations they get pranked by a short candy addict asshole and when he disappears he leaves behind a note telling them who ask for help.

#supernatural #spn headcanon #dean x castiel #sam x gabriel #gabriel is not dead because i said so #if you know good spn outsider pov fanfics tell me please

[grace-nakimura]

Grace: ... y'know when I said you'd changed? Gabriel: Mmh? Grace: I was wrong. Gabriel: Are you sorry? Grace: Nah.

#myedits #mygifs #gk #gkedit #gabrielknightedit #gabriel knight #the gabriel knight series #thegabrielknightseriesedit #sierraonlineedit #sierra online #grace nakimura #grace nakimura x gabriel knight #otp: if i loved you less; i might be able to talk about it more #reason why i like that quote bc it is for BOTH of them #in BOTH of their pov bc they have no braincells #none whatsoever #anyway trying to make gifs with footage from a pc game circa 95/96 is Tough

[wikagirl]

We'll bite for the hand that feeds us

Oh the humiliation.

He was supposed to be judge of hell, messenger of god, warrior in the lords name, unshaken, undefeateble, eternal as the glory of the lord himself. And yet here he was, defeated.

He had never experienced something close to this before, not in the battles he guided with hidden hand on earth and not in the battles he fought against the demon hordes and fallen angels before he became the judge. A machine, man made, creation of gods creation, had bested him. No trickery, no scheming, it had bested him fair and square in a show of skill through battle.

He had fled the battlefield in a mighty outcry of rage, the fury over his loss bruning bright. But then, back in heaven, he suddenly felt...exhausted? He had felt tired before, from fighting, from carrying out the endless mission to spread the lords light and uphold the holy oder of things, but he had never felt exhausted, not to this extend.

The moment he appeared in heaven, just behind the mighty golden gates, he sank to the floor. No limb would move, no matter how hard he tried. He had been wounded, a thing he was used to as a warrior, but for some reason these wounds stung so much more as his body tried to heal and close the holes the bullets had left in his flesh where his cuirass did not cover or failed to stop them. And so he had no choice but to simply lay there, patheticly, as he bled out onto the white and gold marble walkways that made up the paths leading through heaven, staining it's pristine beauty with his dark red blood.

A simple virtue was the first to notice and approach him, the blue winged orb circeling his body and giving of a slight hum. There was a concerned, almost sad, tone to the otherworldy noises it made as it observed before dashing off with a wail not too different from a songbirds warning cry to alert the rest of the swarm.

He tried to pick himself up a couple of times, attempting to at least prop himself up on his arms, but his body failedd him and gave out after just a few seconds every time he tried. But he didn't need to try for long, he soon found himself picked up by the elbows, barely held up by who he found to be other heaven made angels. They wore armor similiar in style to his, maybe a bit less detailed, and their hands that weren't draggin him around by the elbows wielded gold and silver spears. They were soldiers, plenty of which he himself had led into battle many of times.

One might think that, as a higher ranking angel, the soldiers would be nice enough to at least help him up fully, let him lean onto them as he patehticly limped to meet with the council, but no. They simply dragged him by the elbows, twisting his wounded and allready hurting arms to only make them hurt more, the metal of his tassets and thighboots screeching disgustingly across the floor, leaving behind scratches and smears of blood as they dragged him along. He wouldn't be surprised if lucifer himself could hear the disgusting screatching sound all the way down in his little frozen pit.

It felt like an eternity of humiliation, getting dragged through the streets of heaven like an unruly childy by the scruff of its shirt, they hadn't even made it past the gardens yet and still for some reason the guards...stopped? Garbiel swore he could hear the joints in his neck creak like an old chair as he slowly lifted is head to see what was going on. And there they were.

Mankind.

Or rather the humans that had made it into heaven. Virtues, both lesser and greater, and they were blocking the way.

Well it definetly wasn't ALL the human souls that made it to heaven, the gardens weren't big enough for that, but still a sizable crowd had sown up, and they seemed angry. The lesser virtues sung tunes similiar to the one that had inspected gabriel earlier, their wings fluttering angrily and some of them zipping about restlessly. The higher virtues, those granted a bodily form, looked equally angry, especially those that had been granted to keep human or at least human-like faces in their heavenly bodies. No angry wasn't a strong enough word for that, they looked outright PISSED.

The soldiers that were dragging him commanded them to make way, but the virtues refused. An earshattering outcry rang through the gardens as the virtues dared to refuse the orders of higher ranking angels and some especially brave ones even dared to step forward and crowd them.

„Where do you think you're taking him??“ one of them boldy questiond. A greater virtue, but still on the smaller side, stepped right in front of the guards, her hands braced on her hips, stance wide and stable, and wings flare wide open. She wore a red sash draped around her body, a board with a candle and paper was tucked into it around her hip, she was one of the scribes under metatron no doubt.

The soldiers told the virtues once more to get lost and that they were taking him to the council, to recieve judgement over his failure.

„Judgement? In this state?“ she greater virtue spoke up again, her voice proud and mocking „The man is barely with us anymore, how is he supposed to recieve judgement if he can't even hear the councils verdict?“ she said, sending a round of chatter through the crowd of virtues followed by some few outcries from the other higher virtues present.

„Let him rest!“ one of them cried out from the crowd.

„Hasn't he done enough allready?“

„He looks so tired.“

„Give him a break!“ the virtues demanded.

The soldiers reminded them one more time of their position in heaven, and that all the virtues would recieve punishment if they kept interfering with direct orders from the council, their words fell on deaf ears a nother wave of protest rang out from the crowd.

The daring virtue with the red sash spoke up again, surely this one must have been sent to heaven for her sense of justice and fearless pursuit of it. She stepped forward, got so close that he had to crane his neck to see more than just her greaves.

„ So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.“ she quoted from the holy scripture „Those are the teachings, those are the words of the lord brought to us by his prophets when we still walked on earth. If I were wounded and weak, I'd hope for the help of my fellows, I'd hope at least one of them would be willing to extend me their hand, especially if I spent all my existence fighting in their name when they were too weak to do it by themself. By denying us to extend our hand and denying him the help and rest he clearly needs YOU are in direct defiance of the will of the lord.“ she accused, jabbing a finger pointedly at the helmet of one of the soldiers.

The accused soldier smacked her hand away with the pole of his spear „You are not like us, we are heaven born and as such it is our most holy duty to enforce the lords will, by failing to do so he has violated our highest of commands and therefore he must be judged accordingly. As is the will of the heavenly council“

„is the council the lord?“ the girl asked simply as she took a few steps backwards, to which the guard replied with a confused and stuttered „n-no? They simply rule in his absence, until the father returns“.

„Then why is the council acting like their oders are above the lords word? So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith.“ she quoted once more and shook her head in disappointment „ The council has fallen victim to their own self-importance it would seem. And yet they dare to claim that they are reenforcing these teachings when they are clearly going against them, and against one of their own too! Seems like the council is made up of just a bunch of HYPOCRITES.“

Her last words rang loud and clear through the gardens of heaven, even the crowd went silent for a moment, a moment in which he could feel the grasp of the soldiers slipping on his arms as he saw them point their spears at her while he himself made a quick decent towards the floor.

A small lesser virtue, the one that had inspected him before mayhaps, quickly squeezed itself in between his chestplate and the cold marble, softening the fall and keeping him up just enough to see the mass of both greater and lesser virtues turn from the calming bright blue that they usually were to a sea of hot burning red as the soldiers charged the brave greater virtue that still stood there, unmoving.

Her hands were calmly clasped behind her as he stared directly into his vizor, her fellow virtues quite literally throwing themselves at the attacking soldiers „Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends We both know that what ever the council may decide will not be a true and just judgement for the scale of your percieved offence. You and your brothers have fought for us all your life and we understand that's what you were made for, but still, we never got the chance to return the favour. So, just this once, let us be the ones fighting for you.“

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Some tidbits (words and explanations for shit that might be unclear):

A Cuirass is a metal chest plate, the backplate is called a plackart

Tassets are the metal bits on his hips, in medieval armor they are normaly attached to a thing called „faulds“which is an armor piece that is supposed to protect your waist and attached to the cuirass bzt gabe is clearly missing it cuz his whole ass waistline and tummy is just out and about, so he has them on a belt instead.

I called his boots thighboots bc that is what that type of legarmor is usually called in mmorpgs, but technicly those are a full set of a cuisse (the thigh bit), a poleyn (knee bit), greave (shin bit), and sabaton (the feet bit)

I wrote that lucifer is in a frozen pit because the game is loosely based off/inspired by dantes inferno and in the inferno our boy luci, along with all the other traitors, is frozen up to his nips in a lake at the deepest point of hell (the humans that were sent there are deeper in the ice than just that but that's not important here) But yeah for heaven I did NOT take notes from the divine comedy (the thing that dantes inferno is only part 1/3 of) because...yeah what the fuck even is that??? so I just took inspiration from the Mt.Gulg dungeon in ffxiv bc shit do be looking pretty angelic.

Metatron is often credited as the heavenly scribe

„So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.“ Matthew 7:12

„So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith.“ Galatians 6:10

„Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.“ John 15:13

...so yeah um this whole fic was born out of this beautiful youtube comment

under a lyrics video from „with hearts aligned“ from ffxiv (don't look it up if you're planning on playing the endwalker expansion, big spoiler!) and also kinda by how humans will get very passionate about the people they bond with and will do a lot of risky shit in order to help eachother. In this case I though that the humans and gabriel have shepheard/hearding dog kinda dynamic...and in this case the other dogs find out what the herd does when you decide to take a bite at their bonded hearding dog (there is this lady one village over who has sheep and a dog that lives with the sheep 24/7, the dog got attacked by a person with a knife once, the sheep did not like that at all)

#ultrakill #ultrakill fanfiction #ultrakill oc #the scribe #she has no name yet #me surry #gabriel ultrakill #gabriel pov #fun fact: before dantes inferno the idea of hell was simply a void with complete absence of god #so absicly like the void was before god started creating things #in other words: the current iteration of christianity that is being portrayed and sold nowerdays #is based 100% off of bible fanfiction #and we see how that turned out #an early warning of whats to comed with the whole wattpad book printing situation #/j #but ey now you have an introduction to almost all my ultrakill ocs #only the ferrymaiden is missing #but they‘ll get their time to shine dw

[eareyesyrup]

OMG GUYS ITS THE AMONG US POTION AT 3 AM

#dbd #dbd fanart #dead by daylight #among us #gabriel soma #my friend pointed out that Arcade Craniacs looked just like gabriel soma so I had to make this #amogus #imposter at 3 am #my art #arcade craniacs #sussy imposter #pov: u drank the amongus potion #it wasn’t programmed to harm the crew

[heaven-said]

Today's the day. James is ready. He is unarmed, dressed nicely, and hungry. He might also be a tad nervous but only because he's waiting for Gabriel to strike. He has flowers. Not sure if angels even like them but he has them anyway.

✞ Its borderline miraculous how the angel has gone from barely considering the holiday to deciding over night his highest priority is fulfilling his promise to the rival demon. Of which he could not even risk disappointing, whether they were joking or not.

There's a table of tall candles and roses and some very aged wine the angel's been clinging to for some ideal occasion. Did he devote himself entirely too much to learning recipes for steak and chocolate cake? Absolutely. With all the rapid learning of divine intuition for skills far more important. But he waves a fringed apron away into his light storage, leaving only his purely unarmored, ivory white formal attire. Something between a robe and dress that left his shoulders bare. The only protection he wore was the mask that contained his light.

Gabriel did strike-- in a way. They'd likely recognize the faint sound of his magic by now as he teleports, but his obsidian hands wrap around from behind to quickly cover the demon's eyes. " Guess who. " He curls down around them to tell their ear, chuckling. But he's caught by surprise by what they're holding.

" Oh... what is this? You have brought me flowers? " He sounds very touched.

#{{ pov: Gabriel failing to shake the malewife accusations-- }} #✟ [ 1. ] → { 𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑. } ⋰⋰ i.c. #✟ → { inbox. } ⋰⋰ #do these eyes look human #✟ [ 1. ] → { 𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑. } ⋰⋰ general canon.

[muzzleroars]

If Gabe is Hell's favourite angel than does that mean V1 is the Terminals favourite? Like while Hell is concerned with the narrative torment, the pain, the breaking down of the very essence of god's light the Terminals are like 'this is V1 it is blue and has the highest damage output :)'

I could imagine they were betting on who would win their bouts in Gluttony and Heresy (Hell was absolutely surprised that V-'won' when millions of other machines fell to Gabe before it and that it kept winning. the Terminals were just glad to be finally validated in their betting choices)

Neither expected that the third time, love would win. and that they would come to respect each other's picks.

sjdhfsdfgb hell being the guy with a purebred dog that's won the show circuit while the terminals have a feral cat they found under their porch IS the exact correct read lmaooooooo

i definitely agree that v1's win is probably as shocking to hell as it is to gabriel, even as it awaited v1's arrival with excitement - the terminals have been following this one closely and they've been chattering on about it with increasing enthusiasm in the short time since it came to hell. they're SURE this one will at least make it past gabriel, but hell refuses to give them a free pass - either it defeats him or its progress stops here. the terminals grumble a bit, but determinedly still place their bets on their favorite; v1 will succeed, they say, v1 will best a supreme angel and lead the rest of the machines deep into hell. hell figures this confidence is mostly wishful thinking as there's terminals locked far down into its depths rotting away with no physical contact, no active role in their little game. but one thing is interesting here in that v1 has shown itself to be exemplary if not too special, while gabriel has been growing numb to his work for years under the council. v1 is fresh, it's violent and tearing its way through every enemy it meets with surprising, efficient cruelty unseen in the machines beforehand....and gabriel is a divine warrior reduced for so long to "fighting" hordes of insects, his tactics and movements now routine, uninspired. so. will v1 actually surprise it? will it wake up gabriel who's been burning out in far less spectacular fashion than hell had hoped?

and then something...strange happens.

the terminals are proven right when v1 bests gabriel in gluttony, he falls to the floor and he's unable to keep fighting, bled too much to let his wings carry him. hell is astounded and the terminals celebrate (especially the ones past gluttony, they're FINALLY a part of this!!!) but even more intriguing (to hell, at least) is the fallout this causes. what will heaven do to its brightest angel, its judge of hell, an archangel favored by all who know him? what will that angel do to himself? for the terminals, this marks v1 as near unstoppable (and, if the prime soul fights are considered canon, they know there is truly nothing that can stand in its way); it will unknowingly, uncaringly, spearhead the charge of their machine army into each layer of hell. and when it clashes again with gabriel in heresy, both they and hell fall quiet as they wait to see if the apostate can take back everything he's lost...though the terminals are merely waiting for the win, for the incredible recording this will be. their confidence is rewarded again and hell feels the shift fully this time, that something has come into it that god couldn't have created. gabriel has fallen, the prime souls are falling, demons, husks, and other machines can't stand a chance. it must do more, it must apply true, agonizing pressure to the terminals' favorite to see just how much it can take before it breaks...and the terminals welcome that challenge. they will supply v1 with increasingly terrible firepower to fight against it, and they believe it will outdo even hell's worst.

the pivot NEITHER see coming is. how gabriel actually comes back to it. hell had seen his wings burst into their colors of ecstasy and the terminals had seen v1 ignore its programming to let him live twice...but their bloodthirsty bets are put on immediate hold when their next encounter supplies. peace. communication. gabriel sheathing his swords and kneeling to show v1 his intentions. and v1 responding in kind, drawing no weapons as it curiously closes the distance between them. and it all plays out in front of them, an angel who found himself again through the machine and the machine that was finally able to have a self through the angel. it's utterly perplexing, the terminals having no idea what this could mean for v1's continued march and hell not knowing if it should delight in gabriel's complete fall into blasphemy or if now must prepare for a much, MUCH more difficult endgame than just squaring off against v1. ether way....this proves entropy in creeping too through the halls of hell, and neither computer nor divine logic can stop it

#OK this was the ask i initially went insane on BUT i realized it was. a tangent!!! #and i actually DID want to talk about hell and the terminals much more #so a separate post about gabe's psychology will be the first answer i gave lol #(i'll post it later tonight waaa) #but i rewrote it to actually answer this more properly and also have fun giving a much more terminal/hell pov #IM mentally ill #either way thank you anon you exploded my mind /pos #cake answers #terminals #hell #gabriel #v1