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[radioiaci]

"Seems like a poorly crafted system, meant to shove beings under the proverbial bus for things outside of their full control, but I digress." Alastor did not harbor enough respect for angels (as a general rule, anyway) to think that they were anything but tools for a so-called higher power that had no rhyme nor reason for doing what it did. (He, she, they, whatever.) He would not say so to Michael's face, but archangels were certainly not above the reception of that judgement from the radio demon.

He had his own thoughts, not all very kind.

Though he did eye the little doodle Michael provided, lifting an eyebrow at the mention of murder and the crude (though somehow adorable) scribble of what he supposed was meant to be him.

But he understood the system that was in place. Or, at least, he understood the how of it. Not so much the why beyond the cruel machinations of some unseen maker that had no real better judgement than anything else. Authority was fake. Crafted to place one person, place, thing, creature, or being at the top of a ladder only to then spill over their desires down onto the unwilling and lesser.

Alastor had no reverence for God. And it likely spoke in every bit of dripping darkness that sloughed off of his entire person.

That Michael found him tolerable at all was nothing short of a miracle in and of itself.

Instead of making any further commentary, however, Alastor took the drawing and scooted it closer to him, reaching for the pen to nab it from Michael's grasp and do a quick scribble of his own, scratchy and angled, before turning it back to the other.

"Yes, but that sounds criminally boring."

   “The thing about your question is the level in which one sin is judged over another. If you are asking if we would consider the act of lying to protect oneself as a sin, the answer will be yes. As one lie will always lead to another, and another after another. When one begins to lie, the next lie becomes even easier. However, the weight that such a lie will carry when judged upon death is slim to nearly none.” Michael shook his head slightly before elaborating a bit. “The reason for which the sin is committed is not weighed within the judgment, that is not a choice I make, it is simply how the Heavenly order functions.” 

   The worst thing about being so high up is that people believe Michael makes more decisions than he actually does. Blame is placed on him for things he has no control over, judgment laid upon him for choices that are rules he cannot change. Michael might be the Right Hand of God and his Sword, but in truth all that does is make him a very shiny pawn for his Father to use. Not even a tool the deity likes all that much, but it’s hard to say if he genuinely loved anyone who wasn’t Lucifer. 

   And look where that landed his brother. 

   A quick and sharp breath was taken, an attempt to shake those thoughts from his mind. They don’t help him here, and they’ll serve no purpose other than just upsetting him. The questions he was down here to find were wrapped up in feelings like that and if he wished to get back to Heaven, he couldn’t think that way. 

   “Your hotel for example, let’s discuss the way I am judging if it works or not.” He sat up a bit straighter and tapped the table, summoning a piece of paper and one of his pen’s with wings on it from his desk upstairs. He picked the pen up and started drawing a graph for the Radio Demon. “As you are aware, sins drag people into Hell. Certain sins, like murder for example, are an instant ride down here. The reason for the murder doesn’t factor in. To take a life is against one of the Ten Commandments, if you take one you are doomed to Hell.” Accident, self-defense, intentional, rage filled, plotted or not. Murder was all the same, and it earned someone a trip downstairs. 

   “Now, to get into Heaven, one must commit virtues. There are seven of them, all of which my brothers and I oversee, much like your Seven Deadly Sins down here. I myself am the Virtue of Humility.” He spins the paper around and shows the graph to Alastor. “To get into Heaven, your virtues must outweigh your sins.” He tapped the horrifying drawing of Alastor. “Understand?”

[scldiersmercy]

I've decided that since I have the power to make Michael 5'5 that's exactly what I'm going to do. Snack sized angel.

[ineffableaddiction]

We don’t talk enough about this.

Yes, Gabriel was awful while he was stuck in Heaven reigning over the Host. But, when he chose to leave and trust in another being, he changed.

As terrible as the former Supreme Archangel was to Aziraphale, he still knew that Aziraphale was who he would put his trust into. Not God, not fate. Aziraphale.

He also knew that Aziraphale and Crowley were close. If Aziraphale knew Gabriel’s secrets, Crowley would too.

Becoming Jim was the most vulnerable thing Gabriel could do. In that vulnerability, he found humanity. Nuance. What was truly important.

And Jim chose to sacrifice himself to protect everyone else. Even though he was under Aziraphale’s protection (which is hugely important from a historic and cultural viewpoint), he voluntarily released himself from that protection and stepped out into the demon throng.

He did this while he didn’t remember his relationship with Beelzebub.

He did this not knowing what Hell would do to him.

And this was probably the most angelic act he’d ever performed.

[kittenfangirl20]

*Michael comes to the hotel to see what it is like*

Angel Dust: You didn’t tell me that Michael was your identical twin brother.

*Lucifer and Michael look alike aside from the from the fact that Michael still has blue eyes, his wings were still blue and white while Lucifer’s were red and white, Michael also wore dark colored robes of a warrior angel and had a no nonsense look on his face*

Lucifer: Well, we are twin brothers because God made us from the same morning star.

Adam: You are not identical Luci, you are way hotter than Michael.

*Angel Dust gives Adam a confused look because they were indeed identical twin brothers*

Michael: He has always been like this, his code name for me was literally “Not as hot as Lucifer.”

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

A chaperoned walk

Twins on an Adventure

[beastsovrevelation]

Paul Bettany as Archangel Michael

Legion (2010)

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Crotch-Punching Distance

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader

Summary: Jim, short for James, James short for Gabriel- or was it James, long for Jim and short for Gabriel? Is really getting on your nerves

CW/AN: this is just a bit of a crack fic request

Requests are OPEN

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick

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You are really fucking tired of Jim, Armageddon, Heaven, Hell and everything in between. Well, except for Zira and Crowley, of course. But you were tired of the sheer metric tonnage of bullshit that seems to follow them no matter where they go, what they do, or who they talk too.

Hell, even those they don’t talk to. For God's sake, Gabriel, or Jim, or James had just shown up at the bookshop doors one day unannounced. It was enough to drive a person to pack up and move half a continent away (or half a Universe away, if Crowley’s plan was to be taken into serious consideration) just to get some peace and quiet. 

Anyway, it was safe to say that Jim was annoying the shit out of you today. Every day, yes, but today specifically. It may have been a good question to ask as to when Jim did not annoy the shit out of you. The answer to that question was ‘not very often.’ Wow, you think to yourself. It’s a good thing Aziraphale can’t read your mind. He’d be absolutely mortified at the amount of poor language and blasphemy filling up your mind this morning. 

Speaking of your Angel… He and Crowley were doing their utmost to ignore Jim, short for James, James short for Gabriel. Or was it James, long for Jim and short for Gabriel? Whatever. Your two loves had left Jim/James/Gabriel to your mercy and were not entirely certain whether that was a good idea or not yet. Only time would tell. 

Currently, Jim was standing before you and continuing on with his ridiculous project of arranging the books by alphabetical order of the first sentence of the first chapter. It was driving you mad, but Aziraphale had just told you to leave him be. He’d fix it up later. 

“You know,” Jim says, stopping his work to turn to face you. He was looking at you with a glint in his eye that meant he had something that he thought just absolutely had to be said. “You are the smallest person I’ve ever seen!” 

You blink once, twice, and then pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. 

“No, really-” he says enthusiastically. “Like… hmm, what are those things? Oh! Yes, like children! But bigger.” 

You glare up at him. It was true you were on the rather small side, but that didn’t mean it needed to be pointed out like that. 

"You know, Jim,” you reply, giving him a very tight smile. “You’re talking mad shit for someone in crotch-punching distance."

Jim cocks his head and blinks in confusion. “Crotch-punching distance? What’s that?” 

Your smile grows tighter, if that’s possible and your fingers twitch, itching to just punch him.

“Would you like to find out, Gabe?”

Jim splits into a wide grin, echoing your question with an enthusiastic “oh, boy!” 

You wouldn’t actually punch him. It’s not his fault he doesn’t remember what an arse he is. But it doesn’t stop you from fantasising about it either. 

“Alright, love?” You hear a suave voice from over your shoulder. You sigh, and nod. 

“Peachy, Crowley, but I’m tapping out. Your turn for Jimsitting.” You give Crowley a peck on the cheek and escape before he has the chance to protest. You can hear his spluttering from the other side of the shop. 

“I’m going to make some tea, Zira, love. Would you like some?” 

Aziraphale looks up from over his glasses and smiles warmly, the thought of tea appealing indeed. 

“Oh, that would be wonderful, dear. Thank you.” He goes back to his papers, trying to decipher something terribly interesting, you imagine. You give Aziraphale a peck on the cheek too for good measure on your way past. 

That Jim, though. He better watch it, because you did not take bullshit lying down, that was for sure.

[bloogers-boogers]

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My headcanon about the leader of the archangels Michael is that because he is the greatest warrior in Heaven, people think that he is some tall and muscular guy. But they are shocked when they meet him for the first time since he is the identical twin brother of Lucifer, he has the same height and build as the former Angel of Light. So basically my version of Michael is a short king like Lucifer is.

[beastsovrevelation]

Michael's so stern, and laconic, she's honestly just... Cold. But, I think she'd be so gallant towards a female love interest.

Damn... Imagine her kissing your hand (and refusing to break eye contact as she does it).

One could swoon. I'd say she definitely goes on one knee to propose.

Her Spartan demeanor does soften in her love interest's presence. A fond smile lights up her lips, and her piercing eyes shine with adoration. She mindlessly does things like brushing a lock of her so's hair behind her ear, putting her arm around her, or having her sit on her lap.

I also think (since she's the Champion) she has a pathological need to protect. Honestly, it might cause tension as she gets patronizing, even controlling. She's used to being obeyed without question, after all.