#archangel dude

[reduxable]

liquid dude maybe

(older stuff)

[izel-scribbles]

@dorian-is-dead your fuckimg fic dragged me kicking and screaming back into tmc

[actual-changeling]

considering where we left off after season 1, it's actually not a surprise how the two of them ended up.

yeah, they held hands on the bus and went to the ritz—but did aziraphale ever apologise for all the horrible shit he threw at crowley?

did they ever properly talk about the bookshop fire and what it did to crowley to think aziraphale was gone gone for a few hours?

did they ever address "and i will never talk to you again?" or how much power it must have cost crowley to stop time while the literal king of hell was bursting through the ground? in how much pain he visibly was?

did crowley feel comfortable and safe enough to talk about how triggering it must have been for him to be burned alive in heaven AGAIN? did he tell aziraphale about the holy water he had to use? that it could have easily destroyed not just ligur but hastur and himself too?

fuck, did he get to process ANY of the shit that happened on his way to tadfield?

they got closer and blurred some edges, but fundamentally they functioned exactly like before.

[orv-random-quotes]

day 11

Thus... I felt it as well. I hesitated before shouting timidly-

Kim Dokja: I-I am the protagonist!!!

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' covers her eyes with embarrassment.]

[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' considers moving channels]

[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' is taken with your chuuni words.]

[kagamikoi]

the archangel fucking Gabriel or just Jim

[rubysparx]

Jrwi stuff that isn’t riptide. despite the fact that I'm broke and cant listen to the other campaigns lmao- The big comic is just on the idea that Exandroth confessed before Peter, also I wanted to practice shading  (click for quality!! do not repost)

[bigeloo]

Whiteboard doodles that I spent too much time on most of them

[unitedstates0fdakota]

The four horsemen of the apocalypse are actually my OCs and I wrote a play about them conducting an interview for a 5th member of their crew. Also archangel Uriel is my OC and he’s a transmasc poet. Hyperfixating on the Bible has done wonders for my writing at the cost of making everyone think I’m either super religious or crazy (or both)

[ukusreticence]

self indulgence. he's asking for a dance.

[eybefioro]

Aziraphale tried so hard to talk Heaven out of the war 😭 it makes so much worse the line "If I'm in charge I can make a difference"

[reduxable]

blaghhh postal dude oc i made but ive been holding off on posting it bcus im lazy

SORRY ITS ON LINED PAPER

other stuff too

[astudyintheburningofhearts]

holy shit why does Gabriel in Good Omens S2 give off Ken from the Barbie movie-

[quietwingsinthesky]

wait when Metatron was talking about the archangels sending him in for reprogramming… he did just mean Michael & Raphael, right? There’s no way the timeline works it God is already gone but Lucifer was part of trying to control Metatron, cause God had to be there to get Lucifer in the Cage. And obviously Gabriel either left before or shortly after Lucifer got Caged, he couldn’t stick around.

why am i trying to puzzle out the timeline of a show that didn’t care about it

[cardworksartblog]

Last night, I heard your terrifying howling. I felt the earth tremble, as if to shake me awake as you let loose the enchanting song of demise you sing when you catch someone in your woods.

It was followed by the townsfolk pounding at my door in a panic. A child had stumbled into your woods at sunset, and had yet to return now at midnight.

Your howling had convinced the useless brutes who guarded the village that you'd claimed the child as a casualty in your forest, but the villagers had managed to convince them to let me investigate first.

Thank the sun they had.

As I ran down the path to the fields, I saw you in the moonlight. In the middle of the wheat field, standing, with a dove pale as the purest white paints in your jaws. The brutish guards had followed me, and panicked, readying arrows and shouting for the rest of the village as I ran toward you.

Then, the child peeked out from behind your hulking form, looking up sleepily as if they were not standing by wilderness incarnate. The villagers chastised the brutes angrily, the child's mother running down yelling for them as your gaze pierced straight through me.

Toward the brutes.

You dropped the dove into my hands, black ichor staining my palms as you turned and nudged the child forward into their mother's embrace. When their mother asked the child why they'd taken so long to come back with you, they'd told her that something bad had tried to eat them after they got lost.

But then the angel, the child had pointed up at you with wonder in their eyes, had saved them. You glared at the brutes, and I shared your baleful gaze. Their disrespect would not have been tolerated if the child had not been present.

You bow and snort playfully at the child as a farewell, taking the dove in my hands back into your jaws before running off back to the forest. Your home.

I help the child's mother up from the ground, and carry the child up the hill. They're tired, it's past their bedtime. The brutes stare at me incredulously as I glower at them while walking past.

I spend the night awake after that. The scentless ichor that dripped from the dove's wounds, the visceral unsettlement I'd felt while holding it, how its figure had shifted unnaturally in my hands and your jaws keeping me from resting.

That was an angel. They'd sent an angel to kill that child in your forest.

Such a tiny child, incapable of doing any wrong, and yet they'd been all too willing to sacrifice them to instil the fear of the wild, the fear of you, back inside this village. After all the good you'd done, the successful hunts you'd sanctioned in the hunting grounds of your home....

I grasped my bone-steel knife you'd made for me after I'd helped you bury one of your kin, infused with your very power and strength. It's stayed under my floorboards for months now, I've not had the heart to use it. I felt as if any usage of it would be of disrespect to you.

But now, as I steel myself and begin gathering salt, candles and half of my money from where I store it? As fury burns inside of me like a pyre at the utter guts they had to try and kill one of my own to prove naught but a silly little argument that they were too stubborn to admit they were wrong about?

I feel a wild energy pulse through the knife as I stare out my window, gritting my teeth as I think of plunging the knife I clutch in my hand into the chest of a bastard who ruined my life before and seeks to do it again. I think of watching as black ichor streams out of their wounds as you and I raid their sacred halls of false innocence and purity.

This use for our knife is a compliment to you.

[janeway-lover]

Hewwo! I heard you got mawwied! Congwatulations!

- little bug (he climbed out of the doll house for a second)

Hello little bug! Thank you! We’re not married quite yet, but I’m still very excited.

[beastsovrevelation]

My walks on water OTP

Aside from it, I adore the paralles between Ava and Adriel. It makes sense, if they reflect Christ and the Antichrist. Even the fact Ava's miracle happens during the day, and Adriel's during the night, seems interesting.