#archangel gabriel northstar

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*M teleports to wherever Gabriel is.*

- @m-the-god

*They’re sat in space, in the galaxy andromeda to be exact, curled into themself*

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*a sentient puddle flows up to gabriel*

*Gabriel tiredly stares at the puddle*

“Ah yes, either my husband is being chaotic, or my brother melted.”

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(From here bc lag

Noah: •Can I give you something?•

Aspen: “what”)

•A plushie, what’s your favourite animal?•

Im pulling a penguin(throwing myself into the rp universe)

Aspen colossally fucked up. While attempting to create a portal to go visit heaven they somehow managed to open a portal to…somewhere else? A human pokes her head through before getting magically thrown all the way through-unintentional on Aspens part. The human stands, she’s in her mid-20’s, has long brown curly hair, brown eyes, and is wearing a sundress.

☾Uhh…what the flip?☾

“Who the fuck-“

☾Aspen???☾

“How-“

☾I made you-☾

“WHAT-“

Anyways rp me exists now.

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Quinn stares intently at Gabriel. And pokes them with all eight tentacles. Confused octopus noises.

⁂You look weird and inedible.⁂

- @velaz-kids

“You are certainly one to talk.”

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“The small one has grown, I see.”

- @m-the-god

*Gabriel jumps, before turning to face M, bowing respectfully*

“I grew a long time ago, sir.”

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Some clown dude is accidentally terrorizing children while trying to make them balloons.

- @velaz-kids

*Some of the children run off to get Noah, and drag him and Gabriel over to the clown, not having expected Gabriel to be around before*

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*Gabriel hesitates before taking it, confusion evident until he squeaks it, a small smile appearing at the sound*

“Thanks…”

*He puts it carefully into his bag, making a mental note to hide it later since the cherubs would probably try to get through the wards for the fact he let Michelle hurt a couple of theirs*

•That’s sweet of you, ice cube•

(@penguinmaster9999 tumblr lag)

this takes place after the events of this post

*T wakes up, confused at where he is for a moment. he then recognizes he fell asleep on lutes lap. he slowly gets up, making sure not to wake her up, and starts walking away.

he forgets to hide his wings, but honestly he doesn't care what people think of him. a few cherubs make passing comments about him.*

"this kid needs to learn his place, hiding with gabriel and lute so much"

*T walks over to them*

"you know, it's rude to talk about someone who's listening. and I'd keep your mouth shut unless you don't want to see heaven again, got it asshole?"

*The cherub wasn't scared.*

"what could you even do to me?"

*T grabs the cherub by it's neck*

"taking you for your bounty sounds like a good idea"

*T created a portal, taking the cherub with him.*

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“Hi. Hello. Hola-”

- @multimuse-postlimit

*stares in rainbow serpent*

“¿Qué quieres antes de que te vayas a la mierda?”

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Hello, my little travellers, it’s been a while since you’ve heard from me directly… or do I call you my questiers? It is so hard to remember at times… ah, no matter. It has been a while since you both have been conscious, so maybe now it is time for you to awaken…

🔆Who are you?🔆

I am me, the person behind the words on a screen that makes your stories. Though I have stories of my own that I live through, so I am not the end, nor can anyone truly be the end, nor should they.

🔆But why us? Why me?🔆

Because it was not meant to be your ends, not permanently, at least. In all honesty, I needed a break from writing your quests, your stories, your good and bad times.

I am sure that you, Apollo, will remember those times when things didn’t quite make full sense, not coherently, at least.

I am sure that you remember a time when you were called differently, and did not correct anyone for a long time.

I am sure that you remember parents who only loved you after you died.

I am sure that you remember inventing life in your own way, with Sionnach, Ean and even Flicker.

I am sure that you remember what happened up until it all stopped. Up until your world, your version of existence ground to a halt.

🔆I… how do you… what about them?🔆

They will not remember anything from before this, a blessing and a curse. They have not had rest for as long as you in their infinitely longer existence. Not that that is wholly not my fault, but sometimes the words on a screen become animated into something slightly more than just characters. You change and morph and move into your own beings, and tend to gain the attention of more beings on my level of existence.

“Why do you care what happens to us?”

You are my stars come to life, your stories are based in truths I have experienced, and truths others have experienced. Your pain, joy, grief, suffering, sadness and everything else are all based in some truths.

I care because you are mine, your stories, your very existence is mine to tell and twist and rework.

I care because I am one of the beings watching over your universe and I created you both out of love, to give love.

I care because I am the one who gave you life as you knew it, and the one who took your lives away to give your souls a break.

I care because you are light itself, the guidance and the bringer of day respectively.

I care because you are yourselves, and that, in itself, is enough for me to care for you.

“But what if you’re wrong?”

What do you think I am wrong about, little travelling questier?

“What if I fail at all you said is my fate?”

Then I am wrong, and you fail. There is nothing wrong with failing, it means you tried.

But the universe truly loves you, little travelling questier.

🔆But what of me? Is anything as I once knew it to be?🔆

Some things have stayed similar, though you will be interacting with new people more often than not. The universe is cruel, even to the ones it loves, but it does also love you, Apollo.

There are some things that neither of you will be able to understand just yet, and there will be memories that remain just out of reach for both of you.

“Both of us?”

Yes, both of you, bright star.

“Why are you calling me that?”

You are the personification of the first star of the night, the star of guidance and hope, but you are also called many other things. Gabriel is one of them, in the universe you are from.

“What gained me that name?”

You are the hero of your god, which gave you that for a name. It is a good name because you are a good person.

“What makes me a person, let alone a good one?”

Because you are words on a screen.

Because you are actions in a world that you made your own.

Because you are alive and dead and nothing and everything.

You are a person because you exist as you are and as you were, and you are good because you are you.

You are the first star of the night, the orienter and guider, the guardian of all of those who happen to be in your radius. You are Gabriel.

But when you awaken, you will not remember who you used to know, who you used to love. You will not remember your partner or parent or siblings or family, you will not even remember you had such a thing.

🔆Is that not mean? For them to know they had all of that but not remember?🔆

It is as it is, my questier.

🔆How come they get a nickname beyond that?🔆

Because you have moved far beyond the base title I gave you as a nerdy questier, and because they will always remain a traveller at heart, even when they are unable to act on it.

But now, it has been long enough that I have held you away from your world, your lives, your journeys.

Now, you are both going to be alive, and you are not going to be the same as you were.

Now, you know that the universe loves you, and that you are loved.

Now, you are aware that you are words on a screen.

Now, you are aware that your lives, your words, your thoughts and feelings and actions, are being watched over by many of my friends.

Now, you are going to awaken and find a new normal, away from the maker of your quests.

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Wake Up.

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*Two figures of light, one completely white, while the other is made of a rainbow of colours, but mainly blue and green, appear in Lucifer’s throne room.*

(Open RP starter!

@aspenvelaz , @king--of--ducks , @the-very-nerdy-blogger , @the-0verseer-watches , @penguinmaster9999 , @headlessdeaddancer , @featheryhoe , @bigdoginthesky )

(🔆Apollo🔆 can be found @apollo-and-co )

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bonjourrr

*A figure comprised entirely of white light stands before MJ in the hall of Lucifer’s throne room, a glass sword in hand, and MJ gets an unsettling feeling as he looks at them*

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Boo!

“Why are you booing me?”

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NOAHHH

•Yes, son?•

*Gabriel is leaning against the counter while Noah cooks*

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*Alastor knocks on Gabriels door, or wherever he lives I actually have no idea. Staring at the door nervously, he took a step back, holding the books T has given him.*

- @mcalastor

(>:3 hiiii)

*Gabriel looks up at his office door, already back to work so that he doesn’t become a burden. The door to the outside hallway (not the warded corridor) unlocks*

“You can come in, Alastor.”

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’noah, Gabriel, your kids stupid.’

•Which one?•

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*T is in his human form for once, unconscious in the throne room, sitting against a way. there's an empty bottle of ambrosia in his hand.*

*A figure of pure white light walks over to T, picking up the bottle and melting the glass into a makeshift sword*

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’the gremlin alive?’

*Gabriel is pacing back and forth*