#strength of god (gavri’el)

[luxdecaelo]

tag drop gavri’el

strength of god (gavri’el) / the messenger (muse; gavri’el) / bringer of fortune (about; gavri’el) / 

[peithoaphro]

GABRIEL (gay-bri-el) - hebrew | god is my strength | male

derived from the name ‘gavri’el’ in abrahamic religions, gabriel is an archangel notable people with this name include: gabriel iglesias and gabriel kaplan.

[illusivexemissary]

‘ kill ‘em all. admit it, even you’ve thought about it. ‘

Gabriel’s Grace-heated jetflame-blue stare sees far past Lilith and into the apartment complex where rapists, child molesters and wife beaters all live.  Like black specks of ooze upon the many pinpricks of light that form souls still capable of being saved. 

His vision steps back, as six wings unfurl and summon still more of his nearly unfathomable power (when he was a few million years old, his Maker taught him how to build a galaxy for fun, and that is the power Gavri’el, Strength of God) .

In doing so he espies more grisly specks among the light. And more and more and more. Like coal stirred into mother’s bracing homemeade soup. Like pebbles in gears.  Leeches in lakes. Fleas. Viruses. 

   “It’s not that I don’t wanna. Not that I haven’t before. But there was a rainbow an’ a promise, an’ I’m afraid if I start, I won’t be able to stop, even with the ones that c’n still be saved.  You understand?” 

He turns toward her, and the Grace fades, and his eyes are hazel and bloodshot, and tired, and young and old all at once.

    “Cause I need someone to understand.” 

[emotionalsteaks]

Fan Servant Gabriel Part 2

Felt like I didn’t elaborate enough on Gabby as a character last time so I want this post to focus more on their background and character development.

“Fear not Master of Chaldea for I am a messenger of the Lord. By the Lord’s will I appear before you as a [knight class] servant. Mine True Name is “God is My Strength,” or as is more commonly known, the angel Gabriel.”

The Angel Gabriel is one of the most significant figures within the Abrahamic faiths. A messenger of God and high ranking angel like Raphael or Michael. Their most famous action are their role as a messenger conveying the words of God to humans. Amongst the humans they are said to have visited, figures such as Daniel, Mary, and Muhammad. 

Other translations of their name include Gavri’el, Jibril, and others. While they are said to have manifested by the will of god and do indeed possess a particularly high variation of the Heavenly Manifestation skill, even their Servant form is influenced by common legends, tales, and even non canon depictions. The common depiction of them being female or effeminate carries over with them possessing a feminine (but still quite deep) voice and speech patterns. They have no distaste for she and her pronouns. Additionally they are consistently seen with lilies. Their weapon possess lily shaped details and protrusions and when they perform their noble phantasm numerous lilies bloom across the ground.

Angels are celestial entities, though they have been commonly depicted as resembling humans with a few oddities such as wings, they are ultimately unearthly and imposing. Though Gabriel is especially likely to be portrayed in such a manner, their shape is distinctly peculiar and inhumane. They have a vaguely anthropomorphic shape; a head, a torso, at least to arms, and at least two legs or similar appendages. But their body appears to be made almost entirely out of inorganic materials with the most common organic feature being pure white bird like wings. Many of which grow in unusual and unnatural locations for a fore limb. They posses an imposing stature; their minimum height is 190cm. In most forms they typically do not have a face. Even when they do, it appears closer to the face of a statue.

(My ideal illustrator for them would be Danciao. Who illustrated Ivan and the 5 star berserker in Lostbelt 3)

To be continued...

[notamailman]

a very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse. REPOST WITH THE INFORMATION OF YOUR MUSE, INCLUDING HEADCANONS, ETC. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!  when you’re done, tag 5 other people to do the same!

NAME. gabriel, sarosh, raván bakhsh, gavri’el, jibrīl, jibrā’īl. AGE. 4.6 billion years. SPECIES. angel. subspecies: archangel. classification: cherub. GENDER. agender/genderfluid. ORIENTATION. unknown. PROFESSION. messenger, midwife, clergy, mailman, etc. etc. pp

PHYSICAL ASPECTS. MALE BODY.

BODY TYPE. tall, muscular. EYES. green-brown. HAIR. brown, short-/ mid-length. SKIN. light. HEIGHT. 6′3″. WEIGHT. 190lbs.

FAMILY.

SPOUSE. not applicable. CHILD(REN). not applicable. SIBLINGS. hêlêl, michael & raphael. PARENTS. god. some sources also talk about a female mother deity called asherah. disputed. ANY PETS? sometimes appears as a pet (cat).

SKILLS.

PHYSICAL PROWESS. scriptures say he can level an entire city with his small finger. strength probably not humanly measurable. very strong. SPEED. up to mach 2 when physically flying. but it’s usually teleporting. INTELLIGENCE. a lot of practical intelligence, comes off as very intelligent among humans. not the brightest bulb in the shed compared to his brothers, though.

LIKES.

COLOURS. orange, yellow, golden, earth-tones, the blue sea. SMELLS. flowers, sea salt, petrichor. FOOD. blackberry pie. berries in general. flowers. DRINKS. as long as it has alcohol in it, everything.

OTHER DETAILS.

SMOKES? no. DRUGS? no. DRIVER LICENSE? yes. EVER BEEN ARRESTED? yes.

TAGGED BY: @raptorraised TAGGING: @ninaromina, @aannuuii, @divinesergeant, @filmcr, @hellblczing

[motherednature]

          FROM HER PLACE resting her head on his belly, she peeks up from her book to just behold him for a moment’s silence. a moment’s prayer. for truly a raw and warm humility settles deep within her chest as a sensation that is RARE for such a creature as seraphina. the lines of exhaustion on his cherubic features, the weight of weariness that drag upon them, she loves them all with such a quiet force -- he shows NO ONE these things. no one but her.

          she shifts a little in place and closes her book so that she can push the hem of his shirt up enough to expose the soft curve of his skin. brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she plants delicate, worshipful kisses to the space just above and below his navel, pulling away with gentle suckling sounds only to nuzzle her cheek into the fine hairs that gather there.

          ‘ nay songbird...they do not know you, not as you are now. for if they did, they would ask forgiveness for their sins, not fabricate yours, ’ she murmurs thoughtfully, thumb tracing back and forth over the healthy, pliant chubbiness of his waist. her words are sparse, but it is her body that speaks volumes in their intimate care of him. ‘ ...take me with you, next time. lucifer wounds you the most. i wish to be there. even if i am but the smallest blossom hiding on your person, at least you will not endure him alone. you are God’s strength, Gavri’el. ’

                                             ‘ but let me be yours. ’

ILLUSIVEXEMISSARY // CONTINUED FROM HERE.

[illusivexemissary]

It's going to be okay, Gabriel. You did the right thing. You deserve to be safe and happy, and you don't owe them a damn thing.

Brother.  How could you shirk your duties this way?Michael, standing on the precipice of the mountain on whichGabriel used to always watch his eldest sibling, ever a kind ofsharp-faced Middle Eastern kestrel, untouchable and mighty,absolute and ineffable, a destroying flame.  His partner inall things Biblical, from Sodom and Gomorrah to the partingof the Red Sea.  Gabriel, stung by his elder, stung to think thatdeference and love must be so inextricable. Brother. Don’t you love me anymore?  Are you really so ungrateful forall that I did to raise you? Lucifer, reaching through the steel bars of the Cage in which he was already incarcerated, reaching his fingers like pretty tendrils,like fragrant flowers, deceptive, weeds choking out life, snuffingfreedom of thought and the right to thrive independent of any justification to exist.  Lucifer, gaslighting.  Lucifer, seizing Gabrielby the neck and shrieking like a demon, face contorted with rageand jealousy and sickness and treason, when Gabriel drew too near,considering his manipulative honeyed temptations.  

That was the day that Gabriel learned that the face of domination comes in many forms, some seemingly benevolent. Some even intended as kind … . 

Gabriel. Your nephew needs you.  This world needs you. I need you.The things that give you pleasure are a distraction from your real life’s purpose. I know because I was in the same position once.

Sam Winchester, a once-ally and veritable stranger, seamlesslythreading together shame and empty sentiment, hollow iterations of “I know how it feels,” to render a tool of an ancient and powerful creature, to serve his own needy ends.

Gabriel, you can’t kill your brother for us, or you won’t? 

Dean Winchester, soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier.  Daddy’s good little soldier boy, all selfhood and all purpose expunged except that which serves and protects. Even at the expense of ethics. Even at the expense of a soul.  

Gabriel, you don’t get to turn your back on your Father’s creation

Castiel, desperately clinging and clambering for a fix, for a solution, for a way to outrun his own guilt and sense of insufficiency. Castiel, blind to the way that the Winchesters daily use and abuse him, more of a resource than a person , than a friend, than family. Castiel, afraid to face these things, afraid to face that his new family on earth drains him as surely as his Heavenly family once did. Castiel, turning HIS back on a mentor, preaching at a being still freshly sore from being the personal opium den of an abysmal predator.

  Castiel, lacking. 

Gabriel, heartbroken under the weight of all these attempts to  shame and use him.  

Gabriel, still sporting a small, wry, knowing smile.Gavri’el: God is my Strength. 

       “ … thanks.  It’s hard to remember that sometimes.”  

[illusivexemissary]

I’m here.

The mighty creature who beheld the spawning of the universe strains incessantly, every hour of every day in this hole in the pit of Hell, with the same four stinking filthy shit brown walls, the same darkness, the same utter lack of access to God and Angel Radio and his wife and children, he strains his  six crippled chained golden wings, mired in dead feathers and filth, against the confines of his warding. 

I’m here.

He rises, chains around his wrists and ankles, and he paces the room, and he SHOVES his mind outward, outward, outward, think think SCREAM you are the EMISSARY of GOD, YOU ARE THE STRENGTH AND THE JOY OF GOD, MADE FOR THIS VERY TASK, THINK OUTWARD AND SOMEONE SURELY WILL HEAR YOUR CRY! 

I’m right here.

Nothing, nothing. Worse than when you screamed for your father for millennia as your siblings took blades to each other’s throats and marinated in each other’s blood, nothing.  

You left Heaven that you would never be weaponized against a sibling. Well here you are.

Coward coward coward coward. Coward! Weak weak foisting the duties on your elders and fleeing.  Condemning your siblings, leaving them while holes are drilled in their skulls and out pour their thoughts and ethics and the colors of their minds, you LEFT them you LEFT them YOU LEFT  THEM AND THAT’S WHY YOU’RE HERE, COWARD. THAT’S WHY YOU’RE HERE, YOU LET LUCIFER AND MICHAEL  ROT IN A CAGE WELL HERE’S YOUR CAGE, GAVRI’EL. HERE’S YOURS.  

I’M RIGHT HERE!

No one is coming for you.

No one is coming for you.  They think you’re

 d e a d . 

Stop. Fight it. Think of a joke. Make a dirty joke. Laugh about humans.  Sweet humans. Their foibles, their food, their porn, their dogs.  Their 50th wedding anniversaries, their polka music, their amusement park popcorn, their Christmas.  Babies.  I have babies. And a wife. Where is my wife. God, are they okay?  Dogs are great. And babies. And crepes.  And orgasms.  Laugh, can you still laugh?

The sutures HURT. Laugh.  LAUGH!  Think of a saying. Getting harder.  Forgetting, forgetting.  Forgetting how to laugh.  Why bother? No, don’t. Stop. FIGHT IT.  Think of a song! 

        In the depth of winter, I finally learned that        within me there lay an invincible summer.

It’s cold.

I’m cold. 

HELP ME, I’M SO COLD!

HELP ME I’M RIGHT HERE! 

                                   HELP ME!                    Oh, God.  Oh, God, help me. 

[illusivexemissary]

//I honestly want people to react as viscerally to my writing and drawing of Gabriel post-Asmodeus as they did to Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent awakening to her wings chopped off, and screaming. 

I want to bleed into my prose for this character.

I want it known what the face of suffering and violation and robbery and loss and then true survival is.  

Gavri’el: God is my Strength. 

[illusivexemissary]

illusivexemissary

I’m here.

The mighty creature who beheld the spawning of the universe strains incessantly, every hour of every day in this hole in the pit of Hell, with the same four stinking filthy shit brown walls, the same darkness, the same utter lack of access to God and Angel Radio and his wife and children, he strains his six crippled chained golden wings, mired in dead feathers and filth, against the confines of his warding.

I’m here.

He rises, chains around his wrists and ankles, and he paces the room, and he SHOVES his mind outward, outward, outward, think think SCREAM you are the EMISSARY of GOD, YOU ARE THE STRENGTH AND THE JOY OF GOD, MADE FOR THIS VERY TASK, THINK OUTWARD AND SOMEONE SURELY WILL HEAR YOUR CRY!

I’m right here.

Nothing, nothing. Worse than when you screamed for your father for millennia as your siblings took blades to each other’s throats and marinated in each other’s blood, nothing.  

You left Heaven that you would never be weaponized against a sibling. Well here you are.

Coward coward coward coward. Coward! Weak weak foisting the duties on your elders and fleeing.  Condemning your siblings, leaving them while holes are drilled in their skulls and out pour their thoughts and ethics and the colors of their minds, you LEFT them you LEFT them YOU LEFT THEM AND THAT’S WHY YOU’RE HERE, COWARD. THAT’S WHY YOU’RE HERE, YOU LET LUCIFER AND MICHAEL ROT IN A CAGE WELL HERE’S YOUR CAGE, GAVRI’EL. HERE’S YOURS.  

I’M RIGHT HERE!

No one is coming for you.

No one is coming for you. They think you’re

d e a d .

Stop. Fight it. Think of a joke. Make a dirty joke. Laugh about humans.  Sweet humans. Their foibles, their food, their porn, their dogs. Their 50th wedding anniversaries, their polka music, their amusement park popcorn, their Christmas. Babies. I have babies. And a wife. Where is my wife. God, are they okay? Dogs are great. And babies. And crepes.  And orgasms. Laugh, can you still laugh?

The sutures HURT. Laugh. LAUGH! Think of a saying. Getting harder. Forgetting, forgetting. Forgetting how to laugh. Why bother? No, don’t. Stop. FIGHT IT. Think of a song!

       In the depth of winter, I finally learned that       within me there lay an invincible summer.

It’s cold.

I’m cold.

HELP ME, I’M SO COLD!

HELP ME I’M RIGHT HERE!

                                  HELP ME!                  Oh, God.  Oh, God, help me.

[illusivexemissary]

//Gabriel holding Castiel as he awakens to warmth and light.  Gabriel winking at the confused Seraph who was never sufficiently accepted or appreciated by any other family he ever had, human, angel or otherwise. Gabriel: “Rough journey, I know, Blackbird, but you’re here.”  Gabriel cupping the back of raven hair and grasping a hand tight and firm (Gavri’el: Strength of God) and hoisting Castiel to his feet. Gabriel straightening Castiel’s tie and flipping his nose when he looks down (”madeja look”).  Gabriel: “I showed you when the first one crawled onto land. Let’s rest now.  Let’s leave them to their marvelous chaos.  Let’s enjoy a plane of existence better than a hundred Spearmint Rhinos an’ a thousand Grumpy Cats. Walk with me, little bro.  It’s time.”  Castiel calm and easy and  loved and safe at last.