#sabriel reference

[loxosceleslolo]

The thing with Those Who Live in Death...can you call it living? It seems cruel to let them just wander around being shells of their former selves who can't find rest and exterminating them is also Not Great.

Maybe they need, like, a pied piper to help them cross over. Sabriel with her bells or something.

[seaglassmelody]

For Sabriel and Lucanis: first time Lucanis couldn't cook for whatever reason, and Sabriel stepped up in his stead. 💛

Thank you so much for the prompt!! Sorry this took me so long to get to n_n;; I kept changing my mind about how to approach it but I think I finally landed on something I like haha

Under the cut because this got a lot longer than I expected!

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"I thought I told you that you needed to rest."

Sabriel stood in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at Lucanis at the counter. He looked up from the cutting board, a flicker of guilt traveling across his face before he schooled his expression.

"It's my turn to cook." He replied neutrally.

Sabriel pinched the bridge of their nose, sighing in frustration. "You need to stop putting weight on your leg. Your ankle is going to take forever to heal if you keep pushing beyond your limits."

Given how badly the encounter with the Antaam Reaver had gone the day before, they were lucky his only injury was a twisted ankle. Taash's arm was in a sling that Emmrich had fashioned once the trio had lugged their tired bodies back through the eluvian. The dragon hunter tried to argue against the strict order not to use the arm for at least a week, but while they would push back hard against Emmrich, Sabriel's gentle admonishment was harder to ignore.

She wished in this moment that Lucanis was as easy to reason with. He wasn't looking at her, focusing on chopping asparagus for whatever his dinner plans were.

"I'll be fine to cook. I can rest after dinner."

Sabriel set her jaw. She was usually more flexible about her orders and respecting people's boundaries, but she did not enjoy her medical advice being ignored. It was one of the skills she was most proud of.

In a few quick strides, she covered the space between the door and the kitchen, getting into his personal space. "Lucanis. Put the knife down and go raise your leg on the couch."

"Rook-"

"Now Lucanis."

He looked up, a challenging look in his eyes, but his expression changed when he met their gaze. He seemed almost perplexed.

"Rook is. Angry."

Sabriel flinched as she heard Spite's voice very close by. She tried to relax her face, smoothing her expression into something calmer.

"I'm fine, Spite. I'm just…"

With a soft sigh, Lucanis rested the knife on the counter top. "I'll ask Bellara to take over tonight."

"No no, don't bother her!" Sabriel said quickly, waving her hands. "She was really deep in working on the archive when I went to talk to her earlier. I can follow a recipe. Let me do it."

He studied her face another moment, his brow furrowed. "If I sit at the table, will you let me tell you how to make it?"

She couldn't help but breathe out a wry laugh. "If you're that insistent of being in control of the meal, I promise to listen to your instructions. But only if you elevate your leg on another chair!" She put her hands on her hips, trying for stern and commanding.

The flicker of a smile on his face told her she didn't quite succeed.

He shuffled past her, clearly trying to hide his limp and failing. "We have a deal then."

Sabriel took a breath, then went to rinse their hands as he got himself settled. By the time they set themself back up in the kitchen, they had gotten their feelings under control. "All right chef, what's for dinner?"

He rolled his eyes with exasperated affection. "Pasta primavera. The asparagus should be ready, but the zucchini needs to be diced. Properly." He paused for emphasis, "And the broccoli needs to be trimmed."

Sabriel blinked. "What about the pasta?"

He shook his head. "Vegetables need to be prepared first. Then we will worry about the pasta."

They opened their mouth to argue, then thought better of it. "Right."

"You want to do it differently."

"I agreed to follow directions." They replied archly, turning to the cutting board and grabbing the zucchini. "But I better not hear any commentary about my knife skills. We all know I'm not as good as you."

"Don't sell yourself short. Your cuts are always thin and even." His voice was soft and sincere.

Sabriel felt her face color and stared hard at the vegetable in front of her. "As long as I'm not peeling, right?" She tried to joke, trying to back away from the sudden swooping sensation in her stomach.

His answering laugh did not help. "Yes, thankfully there are no potatoes to mangle in this recipe."

"Those are not. Potatoes?"

"No Spite, these are tomatoes." Sabriel latched onto the opportunity to change the topic. She picked up one of the little fruits off the counter. "They're red, see?"

"The potatoes. Were red."

"Well, I guess they do come in a few different colors. Have you ever seen purple potatoes?"

And so began a long lecture about the variety of vegetables that existed in Thedas, her audience of two enraptured by her explanations of produce cultivation and farming techniques - none of which she had personal experience with, but a lifetime of reading had taught her so many things.

It was only with reluctance that Lucanis would interrupt to give more cooking instructions. He was frequently interrupted in turn by Spite asking a question, until it came time for the noodles. There would be no risks taken with cooking pasta.

[arieshasbrainrot57]

no matter which one you ship, sam always ends up with a stoner bf

[ponderingpathways]

Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?

This is wonderfully niche and we need more necromancers on this platform.

[katblazeparttwo]

art requests

Send me art requests! Ship related requests are very welcomed (no incest or pedophilia, personally). You can also do so on my main, where more of my art is currently displayed.

list of fandoms and perferred ships under cut:

supernatural (<3sabriel<3, sastiel, samandy, destiel)

the magnus archives (jonmartin, polyarchives)

band of brothers (<3winnix<3, webgott, baberoe, speirton)

starkid (michie, elladius/tadella, paulkins)

little shop of horrors (seymour/basically anyone, twoey/basically anyone)

others in no particular order:

Doctor who, Gravity falls, The Stanely Parable, Our Flag Means Death, Fantasy High, Cloudward Ho!, Yellow Jackets, Night in the Woods, BBC Sherlock, Ride The Cyclone, Saw franchise, Disco Elysium

[hedwigoprah]

WIP WEDNESDAY (BECAUSE TUMBLR ATE MY FIRST DRAFT)

Thank you for the tags @thequeenofthewinter and @seaglassmelody, it’s nice trying to get back into this. *cracks knuckles* okay let’s do this. Again.

Today is a twofer because I’m trying to make up for lost time and just write whatever I feel like.

The first is a fic where Veryl and Sabriel (Sea’s Rook) are going on an adventure. So welcome to the weird and wonderful world that is the Grand Necropolis. Anything can happen here and I do mean anything.

Myrna had found her in her rooms early, early in the morning, hand delivering the note herself and throwing it into Veryl's fireplace thereafter. She had said that a particular mage kept certain hours in the Memorial Gardens and in the Infirmary. The latter meant they were more likely to encounter prying eyes and listening ears; the importance of discretion had been stressed when Veryl received the task. Apparently, the Council wasn't keen on the rest of the Necropolis knowing about the Carnivorous plant that had taken over an entire wing of the sprawling estate.

When Veryl had gone to assess what she was up against it had been a quick open and shut of the door. Indeed, beyond the large ornate doors of one of the many art exhibit halls, was a ghastly looking plant. It stood at least two stories tall and sported a large gaping maw that opened and shut, dripping with saliva as it roared into the normally cavernous space.

When a large vine had started sneaking its way around the room, searching for prey, she was sure, Veryl had closed the door. Having gathered more than enough information to determine she was in over her head, she then proceeded to bar the door with every piece of heavy furniture in the annex. By the time she was done, chairs were stood on large chests, and statues leaned precariously against them. She now had a firm grasp on why this part of the museum had been closed for refurbishment.

She had run all kinds of scenarios, trying and failing to see a plan take shape. Her entire walk to the Memorial Gardens, which had moved two lifts and an entire six chambers recently, her brain kept turning over the idea of being eaten alive. After everything she had survived thus far, she didn't want 'eaten by a giant plant' as her lasting legacy. And a story like that would outlast her, that she was sure of. Veryl shuddered just thinking about it.

This second fic is just another kiss fic because I want to make V and Emm kiss all the time. But I can’t do that without ample exposition and set up, so here we are.

“Emmrich?" Harding's voice held lines of aprehension as her voice carried up to him, the door opening and closing behind her.

He came to the edge of the landing, several books in hand, peering over his glasses as he tried to catch her roaming gaze, "Up here, Harding. What can I do for you?"

The dwarf exclaimed quietly and made quick work of the steps between them, "Alright, first off, she said to tell you she's okay." The words followed the rhythm of Harding's bounding up the stairs.

Emmrich, immediately alarmed by the words, deposited his books and his glasses atop them, on a shelf, not bothering to put anything away properly. "What's happened?" Even the first assurance of Rook's health— and he had no doubt it was Rook that Harding referred to — didn't alleviate the stress that started cinching at his lungs.

He was already pushing past her to the stairs she had just reached the top of. Where had they said they were going when the last letter came in? Was it Hossburg and then Arlathan? or was it Treviso and then to the Grand Necropolis?

"She's fine!" Harding repeated. "She's absolutely not hurt in anyway. Really, I'm not even concerned about her but she knew you would worry when she didn't show up so she told me to start with-"

"Harding, the point, please." He was already down the stairs and gathering his things. His field gear hung on a coat stand near the door and by the time Harding made it back down the stairs he was cinching his tool belt and reaching for his robes.

"Right, they're trapped in a room." Harding stated matter of factly. She very helpfully handed him extra tinctures and vials while he tried to refill any missing supplies. "In the Grand Necropolis."

"Who is they?" Emmrich had been holed up in his lab the last several days, more or less unaware of who had come and gone. He was only aware that Veryl was due back soon as per her latest missive. She was right, he would have been concered.

"Lucanis and Taash were with her. They were tracking some agent in Treviso, and then following up on a demon in the Necropolis. Something about trying to take something with three heads? Oh, I can't remember."

"Three-heads?" Emmrich tried to understand what Harding was trying to say. The words were moving faster as she continued, the sentences barely structured enough to allow for breathing.

What unexpected horrors had then encountered this time? Emmrich was sure that Veryl either had immense bad luck or some inexplicable tie to the Necrocropolis that made her a walking target; he hadn't decide which was more likely… yet.

I’m gently tagging because I don’t know who alls done what @strugglinggranola @caughtnyact @serensama @notyourmamasdeerbat @tkwritesdumbassassins @redheadsramblings please point me in the right direction if I missed your post, cause I probably did 😅

Trivia for your time: Rats can laugh. Just in case you needed another reason to be wary of rats that aren’t pets. They’ll laugh at you.

[superunnaturalsammy]

Man I gotta say a controversial take..

If you hate Wincest shut up about it ok.

Hear me out, I am not personally a Wincest shipper, it's really not my cup of tea. However, I'm also not a fuckin thought cop and I feel like posting over and over about how much you hate something other people like is stupid.

They aren't real people, I will repeat, SAM AND DEAN ARE NOT REAL. So the whole 'it's immoral' argument is a bit silly, people aren't saying that this is fine in real life, as far as I know Wincest shippers know it's wrong (maybe part of the appeal IDK). These shippers aren't advocating for real life incest they just like the idea of *fictional* characters together stop policing other people's minds.

Another thing, if you hate it so much why are you thinking about it constantly like if you posted about it less you'd probably get less posts recommended about it. It's amazing the way you can curate your internet experience. Simply block people who post content you don't like and block tags of things you don't like. It's so irritating to me, because I will see one overt Wincest post a day but I will see a dozen anti posts every time I open the app. Most of the time I see people bring it up they are antis. I just hate seeing people posting that they wish they could purge people who like a ship from the fandom. Who's next as well, we start with Wincest and then what, Destiel? Sastiel? Sabriel? like again y'all sound like cops.

And lastly, if you don't like Wincest you may need to just find a different fandom. Wincest is baked into the fandom, it's a ship that has existed since the beginning (it may be the oldest big ship in the fandom). There are references to it in the show, it's something that Eric Kripke and Sera Gamble wrote into the show, you can't remove it because it is part of the show. You don't have to like it or ship it or interact with it but you can't get rid of it so either suck it up or leave...

Thank you for coming to my TED talk LMAO.

TLDR: Stop complaining constantly about ships you don't like.

[ellynneversweet]

So one of the things I have been thinking about is how charter magic in the old kingdom is a form of literacy. A very complicated form of literacy, full of synonyms and obscure symbols, the ability for the signifier to literally call the signified into existence, and, theoretically, a unique signifier for every conceivable thing. It works, arguably in at least two ways — some very powerful things might have a single signifier but could also be called forth using a long compounded string of signifiers that amount to the same signified item, depending on the skill, power, and knowledge of the charter mage doing the thing (think, say, Chinese written language vs German compound words vs a long and rambly post in English.)

This has some interesting implications. First, language in the OK is probably fairly consistent over time, because the meaning of charter marks do not change, and, while there is mundane written and spoken language, this would make consistency in spelling, meaning, and pronunciation important. You want to describe a subtly different concept? You need a new word.

Second, because widespread literacy has a complicated symbiotic relationship with complex and consistent culture (the existence of schools and the ability to attend them, educated teachers, complete-ish written references that have not been destroyed) periods where charter magic is on the wane should coincide with and maybe accelerate more general loss of civilisational knowledge, literacy generally and peacetime habits. There’s a nod to this in the gestured-at extensive guild and apprenticeship systems we see throughout the books. And, of course, the frequent, loving references to librarians.

Third, it requires active maintenance. It’s very, very difficult to revive a language you don’t know, especially if you have no or little concept of literacy generally. Archeologists with PhDs will spend whole careers attempting it. The state of the kingdom in Sabriel isn’t just the result of the broken charter — it’s the result of the loss of institutional knowledge. Characters might be baptised into the charter, but unless they’re unusually instinctively talented (Elinor arguably is like this, like someone who has a natural ear for languages) they can only do as much as they can find someone to teach them how to do, or how much they can guesstimate themselves (with the risk of burning off their tongues or fingers if they get their estimations wrong).

Just, y’know. Culture is an ecosystem and everyone’s responsible for maintaining it. (This may be a bit of a rant about attitudes towards AI. I am not a complete Luddite, AI is interesting and sometimes useful, but the amount of people who are outsourcing all their thinking to it and thinking they will never have to learn again, because their AI girlfriend will use an AI voice to read them an ELI5 on how to build a bridge built to AI schematics is…concerning.)

[melancholynobleman]

Joachim turned his eyes to watch her. He allowed her to speak. After all, when it came to the alchemists, they were also off his radar. He should allocate some time to listen to their plights as they are vital to some aspects of the vampire world.

He frowned upon hearing the news of alchemists dying. That was never good news. Especially with how rare alchemists are--even if they had a more secret society than a lot of children of the night.

The vampire's smooth face tightened in intense thought. "If they were searching for any of the stones, that can be troublesome. If we were to theorize any of the stones are in her possession, I would have thought that Báthory possessed the Ebony Stone. It fits the bill for someone who wants eternal night, from my experience. However, I do not doubt the possibility of the three stones being re-created."

Joachim sighed before he lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck, his narrowing in his signature annoyance, but it was spoiled by faint traces of fatigue. After a breath of careful consideration, he said, "Are you going to be okay? Or would you like me to travel with you until this even passes over?"

Of course, he worried about the woman to a small degree. She was a Belmont in the eyes of Human Law. Assisting her came with the vow he made to Leon. To him, it didn't matter if she was a Philosopher's Stone or a normal human. She was a Belmont, and he was obligated to assist her.

Suddenly, he saw a shift from the corner of his eye--a shimmer of shadow in the forest nearby. As a reactionary instinct, he snapped his head to the movement, red eyes glowing and face concentrated, and tensely watched the treeline for any more movement.

Then it happened. A shadow dashed from the foilage with a scream, claws outstretched toward Sabriel. Joachim flicked a hand into the air toward the shadow, one of his Symbiotic Swords flying from its clip beneath his coat to intercept the intruder.

“The question is…what?” The alchemist agreed.

Sabriel moved to sit on a nearby log. She closed her eyes before weaving her hands together, calling forth a golden symbol of fire. She cupped it between her fingers, allowing it to chase of some of the night’s cold.

“A lot of my fellow alchemists, friend and foe, have been slaughtered across Europe by those associated with Báthory. Not by random, either. It’s like they’re searching for something rather than eliminating.” She gently blew out the symbol as if it was a flame.

“Many of us are coming to believe that her intention is to prevent any chance of that kind alchemy from being used against her if someone among us still possess knowledge of it. The Ebony stone is likely gone but no one is certain about the Crimson stone. It was also possible that other versions of either stone might have been re-created by accident, too. And there are still a few Philosopher’s stones in existence.”

Sabriel was living proof of that. She understood there’s a chance the vampire messiah might order her to be hunted down. The fear came from wondering if she would be killed or kept alive to be used for some nefarious plan.

[katfixation]

That moment when you realize that nothing stops you from drawing yourself with sabriel

Reference by leedj0v0

[hibernating-stag]

Canon OC birthdays I came up with in 10 minutes-

Sabriel: September 18th

Dio: May 3rd

Panzer: January 23rd

Belmont (the body): June 19th

Zazz: October 23rd

Lucy: January 1st

The dates are all just references to things that inspired me while creating them.

Except Lucy- there wasn't a calendar in place when he was born he just picked a day that was easy to remember.

[seaglassmelody]

Eris & Icarus for mythology asks!!(:

Thank you for the ask!!

Questions from these mythology-themed Rook questions!

Eris: Does Rook ever have any disagreements with any NPCs/Companions?

Other than the obvious in the First Warden, Sabriel tries her best not to outwardly express too much negativity for the sake of group cohesion, but she sometimes stumbles into conflicts, especially with Lucanis and Davrin, who are both very decided in their opinions on things. She appreciates Davrin's candor but occasionally finds it abrasive, and Lucanis's distaste for necromancy sometimes hits her the wrong way, as she's VERY proud of Nevarran traditions and her own magical abilities. Harding is the only party member she's comfortable with openly disagreeing with, and that's due to the length of time they've worked together.

Icarus: How do they feel about Solas? Does this change throughout the events of the game?

Phew boy. Sabi's feelings on Solas really run the gamut!! At the beginning she finds him grating and arrogant, often needlessly derisive. However, she can't help but recognize the cleverness behind his sarcasm and she respects the rebel leader he used to be- especially as an elf, she appreciates an old hero who tried to protect her ancestors. Hearing about his friendship with the Inquisitor turns her opinion around a bit (my Inquisitor for Sabriel's worldstate is Nirielle, who thought of Solas as a mentor and friend, who frequently referred to him as "hahren"), and his encouragement through the trials really helps her turn the corner to actually liking and respecting him. Especially after the events of Blood of Arlathan, she finds herself considering him an ally despite all logic (and her companions) telling her he's not to be trusted. It makes his betrayal with the Regret Prison sting even more, leaving her sunk in the Fade for longer than she'd like. One of her biggest regrets is ever feeling good about his approval. Even in the end, she feels some lingering guilt over having him take over maintaining the Veil, despite the fact that she knows it's for the best. She wishes they could have always been on the same side.

[ladylilithprime]

Title: Diplomatic Measures

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastiel, Sabriel, eventual CaSaBriel

Rating: General

Word Count: 5095

Summary: Sam Winchester was taking a Saturday breather to read just for the enjoyment of it when a pair of no longer dead Angels come calling with an offer he absolutely could refuse but doesn't want to.

Tags/Warnings: Post-Series Pre-Finale, Discussion of Previous Major Character Death, References to Past Trauma

Created For: SPN Pro-Ship Bang / @spnproshipbang

Author: LadyShadowphyre / @ladylilithprime

Artist: sidewinder / @hawkland

Read on AO3 | Official Art Post

ON A TYPICAL Saturday, or really any day of the week when the residents of the old bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, were home and not off to some other corner of the country on a case, Sam Winchester could usually be reliably found sitting in the bunker's library and one or more of the lore books in his hands. Sometimes it was research for a case, sometimes it was updating records after a case, but frequently it was just reading for the sake of learning. The Men of Letters had some fascinating research, as well as some terrifying research, and even the fiction books they chose to include were a lot less fiction than the majority of the human population believed. While Dean was much more comfortable spending his downtime in more obviously fictional media when he wasn't spending some quality time tuning up the Impala, Sam found the real fantastical to be just as engaging and, he hoped, more helpful down the line in their field of work.

He had just settled in with a book about faeries, privately wishing that he and Dean had had access to this book years ago, when the stillness of the library was interrupted by the unfamiliar familiarity of wingbeats. Given the wards on the bunker and the fact that the alarms didn't even flicker, Sam was able to keep his sudden burst of alertness from turning into true alarm, but he was still putting down his book and halfway through reaching for a weapon by the time the winged visitors spoke.

"Sam--"

"Hey, Samalam--"

The two angels stopped and eyed each other uncertainly as Sam processed what he was seeing, weapons forgotten. It was Gabriel, looking stronger and healthier than he had been the last time Sam remembered seeing him, standing with a self-assurance that Sam hadn't seen from him since that fraught confrontation in a mystical hotel what felt like a lifetime ago. Beside him stood Castiel, looking younger than he had, physically much like he had appeared when they had first met despite the more at ease posture, as if the years of hardship and Falling and being human had been wiped away from his vessel without touching the mark those years had left upon the angel himself.

And they were here. Alive.

"Is it okay to hug you both?" Sam blurted out, already rising from his chair. Even if they said no, anything that had two previously dead and newly resurrected angels showing up in front of him was probably going to require standing, but damn if Sam didn't really, really want to hug them.

Castiel was the first to open his arms, no doubt because he was the more used to offering and receiving hugs when it involved Sam, but Gabriel was quick to do the same. Two long strides had Sam close enough to hug them, one arm going around each angel and feeling the solid weight of them both along with the familiar zip and crackle of Grace just beneath the surface. Gabriel tensed up a little at first, but he relaxed surprisingly quickly, melting into Sam just as much as Castiel was. Sam let himself indulge in just getting to hold them both for a long moment, reimprinting the scent and sound and feel of them both, physical and metaphysical.

Eventually, when he had managed to convince his brain that this was real and both Castiel and Gabriel were really here, Sam made himself loosen his grip on the pair. The slackened hold drew twin sighs from the angels, and neither of them appeared to be in a hurry to pull away, so Sam made himself ignore that insidious little voice trying to tell him he shouldn't be forcing the angels to endure contact with him and let his hands settle on their shoulders as he drew back enough to see their faces.

"So, uh, in case it wasn't obvious, I'm very glad to see you both," he said, swallowing down the lump of emotion that kept trying to form in his throat.

Castiel's expression brightened, apparently glad of the verbal confirmation despite the hugging, and Sam mentally resolved to reinforce the idea that the angel was welcome for as long as he could be there. Gabriel's expression, however, underwent a rapid shuffle through several different emotions too quickly for Sam to follow before settling on concerned. "What's wrong?"

Sam blinked. "Nothing? Well, I mean, there's probably something going wrong for someone somewhere, but I don't know about it."

"That is good to hear," Castiel offered, glancing at Gabriel, who frowned.

"Nothing's wrong?" Gabriel repeated, glancing around the room. "Where's Dean-o, then?"

"In the garage giving the Impala a spa day," Sam answered, lips twitching at the smacked-with-a-fish expression that crossed Gabriel's face. "Full wax, leather conditioning, and detailing. I stopped listening when he started muttering about finding the tiny brushes. Did you want me to go get him, or...?"

"Perhaps later," Castiel said, when Gabriel continued to just stare. "While I am sure Dean would appreciate being informed of our renewed existence at some point, now is perhaps not the best time to invite the inevitable awkwardness and shouting."

"So long as you don't leave it too long," Sam cautioned, before fixing Castiel with a stern look, "And seriously, Cas, you gotta quit using 'I love you' to mean 'goodbye', dude. That was the third time! He's developing a complex about it."

"Kinda thought that would've been reason for you to go to Dean first, bro," Gabriel drawled, eyeing Castiel in a way that made Sam very aware of a second conversation going on beneath the spoken words, and of the way neither angel had let go of him any more than he had released them.

"The awkwardness of dealing with the aftermath of how I left things with Dean is precisely why I chose not to seek him out first," Castiel said evenly. "While I would hope he would know better than to misconstrue the meaning behind my words at the time, unlike so many of our siblings, speaking with Dean about emotional topics is... delicate."

"And will probably require alcohol," Sam chimed in with a sigh. "He's getting better about it, but then we're both still sorting out exactly how much of ourselves is really us rather than how Chuck wrote us to be."

They had already noticed certain differences. Sam still focused more on eating healthy and avoided certain foods, but Dean was less resistant to the vegetables that became increasingly present in their meals. Sam, too, had noticed that he had less aversion to baked goods, and had even managed to pull up some of Jess's recipes from the far corner of his laptop hard drive to start baking again. The grief was still there, but it bit at him less sharply without Chuck prodding the wound for his entertainment.

"So, you two had a reason to come find me specifically?" he asked, forcefully dragging the conversation away from that road for now. Castiel and Gabriel exchanged another heavy look, and Sam heard the faint rustle of feathers. "And I take it everyone's wings have been restored, since you flew in here?"

"We probably should have knocked," Castiel murmured.

"Guests knock," Gabriel argued. "We're still residents, or at least I assume so since the wards didn't kick us out."

"You're both still keyed into the wards," Sam confirmed, mentally shying away from the reason for that. No use unkeying someone who's dead, and no reason to put up anti-angel wards with Jack having promised to keep Heaven's business contained to Heaven. Which brought him back to why Castiel and Gabriel were here. "Animal, vegetable, mineral, celestial, or infernal?"

"What?" Gabriel blinked, just as Castiel said, "Celestial. Partially animal."

"Okay, then... human, angel, vessel, or nephilum?" Sam followed up. At Gabriel's slightly strangled noise, he added, "There's only so many situations that can be attributed to both celestial and animal, and intent to be hands off or not I kinda figured Jack knows Dean and I are willing to be on-call for the things that slip through the cracks. Technically."

"There should not be any further instances of angels taking human vessels," Castiel said at length. Gabriel grimaced, but nodded.

"Kid wasn't wrong about how skeevy and disruptive it is," he said, sighing. "While the practice was originally meant to allow angels to have the counsel of their vessel's life experience and cultural understanding when down here on assignment, that part of the deal apparently got deliberately forgotten when Mike and Raph started ramping up the early Apocalypse in favor of just using the human's soul as a back-up battery for their own power. Even the angels like Cassie here who tried to learn about human culture anyway didn't always understand what they learned. So now, any angels who're gonna be spending a lot of time on Earth get custom-tailored vessels. Ta-da!" he added, with an eyebrow wiggle.

"I thought you were a little taller than I remembered," Sam teased lightly.

"Just because you grew up to be a Samsquatch," Gabriel started, breaking off with a grunt when Castiel shifted very slightly. He gave the seraph an incredulous look. "Did you seriously just--"

"It felt both appropriate and pertinent," Castiel interrupted dryly. Returning his attention visibly to Sam, he went on, "As you no doubt suspect, creating a custom vessel that does not need to be sustained by a human soul but will also hold up to the strain of containing the essence of an angel - or Archangel - is a rather energy-intensive and time-consuming process. To that end, those of us who had previously maintained a lengthy and consistent presence on Earth were given priority to allow us to establish ourselves and create an appropriate orientation center for any other angels required to be on Earth interacting with people. And yes, I am aware of the irony of my being considered most knowledgeable in how to interact with people," he added.

"Don't give yourself so little credit, Cas," Sam said, squeezing the seraph's shoulder gently. "For having had to figure it out largely on your own with only what little, inconsistent help Dean and I have been, you've done an amazing job. And I'm sorry we weren't better help to you when you needed us most."

"Extenuating circumstances," Castiel excused delicately, no doubt not wanting to bring up Gadreel and Dean's complicity in the deception and Castiel's banishment from their sides. Gabriel was looking less than happy but unsurprised, which probably meant he had either been informed about the situation or was reading Sam's mind. To test that, Sam quickly cycled his thoughts through the latest of Jess's recipes he'd been looking at, which caused Gabriel to hum and Castiel to look abashed. "Apologies, Sam. Our current situation and continued proximity is making it difficult to respect your mental privacy as much as we all would usually prefer."

"I'll let it slide for now," Sam murmured, catching the implication. "You were saying?"

"Yes, well," Castiel's eyes darted to the side away from Gabriel before going back to determinedly meeting Sam's. "Part of establishing ourselves on Earth and creating an orientation center is finding appropriate human partners. To help keep us in touch with the culture about which we are meant to instruct our brethren when they come down." He shifted, and Sam felt the hand the seraph still had resting on his back curl to grip his shirt. "While the nature of this partnership and the accompanying bond is not required to be romantic or sexual in nature, I trust you understand why I would choose to broach the subject with you first before speaking to your brother."

"Um," Sam managed intelligently. Yeah, he could understand why Castiel might want to hold off on talking to Dean about something like that, especially with the mention of a bond. It was hardly a secret that Dean had issues with intimacy and commitment, and after so many years and a bored God making them dance around for his amusement it was safe to say that Dean's issues had issues. Sam, at least, had been "lucky" enough to be the consistently emotionally self-aware one between the two of them and so had less of his own psychology to actively question or attempt to rewrite. Hearing words like "partnership" and "bond" didn't cause Sam the same level of panic he knew Dean would feel.

Nor was it at all unexpected that Castiel would choose to come to them to form those bonds, however undeserving they might feel of being chosen. Eleven years was a long time for a human, and Castiel's perceptions of time and humanity had undergone several changes during those eleven years. His attachment to the Winchesters had also undergone changes, but had remained fairly constant despite Naomi's best efforts, or so Castiel had told Sam once. It didn't surprise Sam that Castiel would come to him and Dean for such a partnership. It barely surprised him that Castiel would come to Sam first.

What did surprise him was Gabriel.

"Hell, Sambala, it's not like I spent a lot of time hanging out with a bunch humans knowing who and what I am," the Archangel huffed, avoiding his eyes when Sam looked at him. "You and Deanmeister are pretty much the closest I've got to friends left down here. Sure, I could probably go out, find someone to hook up with, but whether I could actually open up to them enough to bond like that... At least you know the history I've got, and if you say no then I'm no worse off than before."

"I see," Sam mumbled. And he did see. There was a lot of drama and upheaval and tragedy in Gabriel's history, things that made it difficult to open up to people. Sam had been there for some of that history, or been there for the aftermath and heard the stories. They had a connection, had since that case years ago in Ohio where Gabriel had led a pair of experienced but painfully naive hunters on a merry chase, even tried to make friends in his awkward way. Sam knew there was probably a lot that he didn't know, but apparently Gabriel trusted him to know it or to let Gabriel share it in his own time.

He also didn't seem to expect Sam to agree, but had still been surprised by Castiel's presence when they had arrived. And neither of them had left, or let go of Sam. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Tell me about these bonds. I'm guessing there's nothing preventing you from having bonds to multiple humans if Cas was looking for me with the idea of talking to Dean later. Are the humans restricted to bonding with just one angel?"

"Kinky," Gabriel drawled, waggling his eyebrows again. "Looking to start an angel harem, Samnykins?"

"Not sure two really counts as a harem, Gabrielicious," Sam deadpanned, getting a startled look from Gabriel in response. More seriously, Sam went on, "Look, whatever your reasons, you both came to me and I'm not going to turn either of you away. I missed you both."

I mourned you both. Again, he thought silently, unable to push the words past his throat but still needing to convey them. From the way both angels shifted closer, he could tell they heard it.

"There is no limit to the number of bonds permitted save in the compatibility of all individuals," Castiel murmured. "Monogamy is a human convention meant for tracking the lineage of children prior to science developing to the point of DNA testing, and is quite unnecessary in our case."

"Cassie's one of the few angels I can even relate to anymore, and I already figured we'd end up sharing space," Gabriel shrugged. "If he can put up with having me around, I'm fine with sharing."

"We're figuring out a different way of explaining it to Dean, though," Sam warned, getting understanding nods in return. "Anything else I should probably know about this before I agree?"

"Look at you, learning to get all the info before jumping in feet first," Gabriel cooed. This time, his jerk in response to whatever Castiel did put him in range for Sam to flick his ear. "Hey!"

"Nothing's broken and the world isn't ending," Sam said dryly. "I don't actually have to make a snap decision based on limited available information this time, and I do remember certain conversations about angelic bonds. Eternal commitment isn't something you just jump into or we'd be having this conversation in Vegas."

"We still could," Gabriel pointed out. His shoulders slumped at the looks both Sam and Castiel shot him. "Okay, no, we couldn't. Your brother would break out the holy oil to deep fry us if he didn't get to attend your wedding."

"So this is more along the lines of a marriage bond?" Sam raised an eyebrow, glancing between Castiel's sudden bashful look and Gabriel's unrepentant smirk.

"Hey, you're the one who brought up Vegas," the Archangel said. Sam just looked at him, and eventually Gabriel rolled his eyes. "It's more like an engagement than anything, at least for us. I'm not gonna make any promises when it comes to you and Cassie, though, especially given how thoroughly entangled he's been with you and your big bro the last decade."

"Those bonds would have been broken with my death," Castiel pointed out without inflection. Sam felt the very slight tremble in his frame and squeezed again. "The entity would have wanted to ensure that I had nothing tethering me to life any longer."

"That just means when you reestablish the bonds they could snap back into place even stronger," Gabriel pointed out. He shifted slightly, and Castiel's eyes fluttered closed before going wide to look at Gabriel. The Archangel smiled wryly at the seraph. "Can't fool me, baby brother. That's the real reason you came to Sam first, isn't it?"

"Is that not why you came to Sam first yourself, brother?" Castiel responded archly. Sam was once again aware of another layer of conversation taking place between the two angels, like a static feedback against his nerves. To his surprise, all humor fled from Gabriel's expression as he turned very serious.

"I was always going to come to Sam first," he admitted with the weight of confession. "Dean's easy enough to build a rapport with on the surface, but that's as deep as it goes. For a real bond, it was always going to be Sam." Then, like a light switch being flipped, the smirk was back. "Plus, as volatile as the Dean Machine was last I knew, I'd just as soon wait and see how his psychology is gonna shake out now before I trust him to get all up in my feathers. They need a delicate touch, you know!"

As if a skilled mechanic like Dean would not have a delicate enough touch for an angel's wings. Sam kept that thought silent where it could be ignored by the angels as he rather suspected that it wasn't the capability of Dean's hands to manage delicacy that was in question.

And then the full impact of the implications hit Sam and he found himself clutching at the angels' shoulders to keep himself from falling over or sinking to the floor as his vision tunneled. He vaguely heard what sounded like a yelp from Gabriel around the roaring in his ears as strong arms hurriedly went around him from two directions. The vague awareness he had of that skittering electric Grace grew stronger, enveloping him in buzzing bees and crashing waves.

Is this another dream? Sam wondered, closing his eyes and holding on to Castiel and Gabriel for dear life as he struggled to push past the dizziness and the magnitude threatening to sweep him under. Did I fall asleep and dream you both back to life again and that's why you're here offering me everything I ever could have imagined wanting?

"Breathe, Sam," Castiel's voice rumbled close to his ear, and Sam struggled to obey, to draw in a deep breath that filled his nose with the scents of petrichor and sage and candyfloss thick enough to drown in. "You are awake. I am here. Gabriel is here. We are real. We are alive."

"We love you, kiddo, honest," Gabriel's voice echoed, just a little further away, a whisper of breath against the skin of Sam's throat where his shirt collar opened. "Not a trick or a prank or a goodbye. No obligation, no time constraints, no need to choose between us or anything else dumb and limiting like that."

Sam trembled. Swallowed. "Can I... can I look at you?"

"All you gotta do is open your eyes," Gabriel answered, but there was a note of confusion in his voice, like he couldn't understand why Sam would ask such a thing.

Castiel understood better, if the sharply indrawn breath was anything to go by, and his voice held a note of urgency when he said, "Take it slowly. We are at full strength again and will be considerably brighter than when you last looked upon either of us."

"Oh, sh--" Gabriel cut himself off on the realization as Sam's hold on both angels tightened and he let down his mental walls, all the shields and barriers he had built to try and keep his powers in and other beings out, then gingerly opened his eyes.

Bright was an understatement. Staring directly into the sun would have seemed dim in comparison to the brilliant aurora that filled his vision, a clashing kaleidoscope of colorful energy patterns that swirled and danced together and apart, contained to each separate angelic sphere even as they reached across the barriers to entwine together with each other. Sam squinted into the brightness as he let his eyes adjust physically and metaphysically, the tears gathering in his eyes from seeing and recognizing the way those tendrils of angelic energy were reaching out to him as well, not as an invasion but as a supplication.

They really, truly, honestly wanted him, were practically yearning for him, and yet still they were leaving it up to him to say that they were welcome.

"Sam," the glowing form to his right resonated with the sounds of crashing waves and trumpeting horns. "Sammy, hey, dial it back a notch, kiddo, your eyeballs are starting to smoke."

"Can we not 'dial it back' for him?" came the voice to his left that echoed with tolling church bells and screaming crows amid the hiss of rain. A moment later the harshly glowing figure to his left became softer and less focused and yet somehow more solid. Sam caught the flurry of color from his right before that form, too, became both more condensed and more diffuse at once, easing the strain on his eyes and awareness.

With that lessening of brightness and pressure, Sam became aware of the fact that his eyes burned and his skull was practically splitting open from the pounding headache. Quickly, he began pulling up walls and barriers, one after another, until he could look at Castiel and Gabriel again and see their new, chosen vessels with only the hinted afterimages of their respective halos and the shifting, rustling expanses of full-fledged, whole and healthy wings, Castiel's two leftmost wings brushing and entwined with the three rightmost wings of Gabriel's set, the other five wings reaching out to embrace Sam without actually touching him, a silent and intangible offer of their support and trust.

"Are you sure?" Sam mumbled, then felt like kicking himself. They were angels, a seraph and an Archangel, older than Time! They knew better than he could even begin to imagine what "forever" meant, and yet he still couldn't stop himself from asking. From making sure that they had really thought about this, being bound to him, for eternity.

"Been sure since Ohio, Samaluscious," Gabriel answered with a crooked grin that didn't quite conceal the edge of pain and shadows haunting that humor with the ache of a mystery spot in Broward County, Florida. "Kinda gave up on the possibility for a while there, figured I'd blown my chances sky high. I mean, even your phenomenal capabilities for forgiveness had to have a limit, right?"

"I trust you have learned better since then," Castiel remarked in a dry tone, the feathers of his wings rustling with smugness. "After all, you have not harmed or betrayed Sam or Dean as cruelly and thoroughly as I have had occasion to do, and if Sam can find it in his heart to forgive me..."

"Yeah, well, he loves you," Gabriel huffed, eyes darting away. "Even traumatized and half-comatose, I could feel that. Yeah, you did a lot of shit, but you also stuck around to make up for it. Me, on the other hand..."

"You were deprived of the opportunity to either remain or return to Sam's side," Castiel pointed out with that same delicate bluntness he had used to refer to his and Sam's shared traumas. "We cannot know now what may have happened if you had been afforded the opportunity, not for certain, but you and I both know well the pull of Sam's soul on those willing to see."

"Oh, yeah..." Gabriel all but purred, golden eyes slanting up through darker golden lashes to look at Sam. Sam felt his cheeks heating up with embarrassment at the literally glowing intensity of that gaze, more than aware that the Archangel was taking the opportunity to get his own peep show at what Sam kept beneath the bounds of his physical body, just as Sam had been looking at him and Castiel before. He let him look, figuring it was only fair, and tried not to fidget in discomfort over being so thoroughly seen, every sharp edge and scar and shadow on display, more exposed to his angels' sight than he'd ever felt buck naked.

"Beautiful," Castiel murmured, soft and insistent close to Sam's ear before lightly chapped lips brushed the stubble-roughened line of his jaw in an unmistakable kiss.

"Like looking at kintsugi marble given life and breath to speak its history like a poet to a lover," Gabriel hummed in agreement, leaning in to press his own kiss to the rightmost just of bone at Sam's clavicle, his nose brushing Sam's throat as he swallowed. The Archangel once called the Messenger of God certainly had a way with words! "Don't ever think the damage you've survived makes you less than glorious, Samazing."

"I'll have to work on that," Sam muttered, unwilling to lie to them and say he believed them, not when he knew he didn't, but more than willing to try now that he knew there would be no more divine puppet master pulling his strings to keep him from healing the wounds on his heart and soul. He took another deep breath and let it out slowly. "How do we do this, then?"

"So, I'm not sure what Cassie's plan was gonna be," Gabriel started, and Sam felt more than saw the shift of one golden-edged teal wing nudging up into iridescent rainbow-brushed black, "but assuming you didn't laugh in my face or something at the suggestion I was thinking of taking you out on a date. Nothing fancy or over the top, not this time, just someplace new to explore without the excuse or distraction of a hunt or a fight for your life."

"I, too, had something similar in mind," Castiel admitted. "Perhaps a walk through the woods that surrounds the bunker, investigating some of the terrain we had not yet ventured into the past few years?"

"That sounds nice," Sam agreed, privately thinking that it also sounded safe in case Dean came looking for him and didn't take the note he planned to leave on the table beside his book at face value. He hesitated, biting his lower lip in indecision.

"You can tell him we're alive," Gabriel said with an air of resigned humor. "Neither of us expected you to keep that a secret from him. Just say we came to you because we had a more diplomatic situation going on and we'll be around to catch up with him later when the time crunch is more relaxed."

"Nice and vague and plausible," Sam snorted softly, but smiled. It took a few more long seconds and a stern mental reminder to himself that they wouldn't disappear on him the moment he let go for Sam to unwind his arms from around them and pull away enough to scribble the intended note on a clean sheet of notebook paper. Making sure that the notebook was positioned nicely visible on the table with the edge of his book pinning down the loose edge of the paper just enough to keep it from flipping over without obscuring it, Sam straightened up and turned back to the angels - his angels, soon, and potentially more - and reached out his hands to them, smiling a little helplessly when they both immediately reached back to clasp his hands in theirs. "So, going on a walk in the woods outside isn't far, but if you'd rather fly us out there..."

"You don't mind?" Gabriel's eyebrows went up.

"Eleven years I've been around Cas, and known you for longer," Sam reminded him. "I never had the same... difficulty with angel flight that Dean does, and even humans have a thing about when a limb that was broken is finally healed and useable again we can't help but want to use it a lot."

"Fair enough," Gabriel nodded, then looked at Castiel. "You lead. Since you suggested the woods, I bet you know just where to start."

"I promise not to drop you," Castiel deadpanned, smirking when Gabriel actually groaned.

"This is the thanks I get for restoring your memories," he lamented, shaking his head theatrically to Sam's amusement. Then he smirked, stepping closer to Sam's side. "I'll just hold on nice and tight to Sammykins here, since I know you won't dare drop him in a frozen ravine."

"Of course not," Castiel said in an affronted tone as he settled himself against Sam's side in mirror to Gabriel. "It's summer, after all."

A strong beat of dark wings, a twist of celestial energy, and the three of them disappeared from the library, leaving only the echo of Sam's laughter to mark their presence.

-End-

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight - December 2023

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@mayalaen -

Other SM names? - Mayalaen on AO3, Discord, Twitter, Bluesky, LiveJournal, Dreamwidth, etc.

OTP? - I'm a multishipper so no true OTP.

Other fandoms? - Mostly Stranger Things, OFMD, Stargate SGA/SG1, Star Trek, X-FIles, and Angel the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I'm interested in a lot of fandoms.

Looking for in the Pond? - I like to encourage people to write and create and I like to make friends in fandom. I was referred to the Pond for that by some members.

Something to signal boost? - I run a monthly writing/art challenge on AO3 called SPNColdestHits that you guys have already been boosting (THANK YOU!!). It's multifandom now and accepts art and original fic, not just fanfic. This is the AO3 collection link and of course, we're @spncoldesthits here on Tumblr, but we're also on Discord, Twitter, Bluesky, and Pillowfort.

Pairings you read? - I'll read pretty much any pairing, poly or otherwise. I'm not interested in reader insert, but I've read some.

Genres you read? - I prefer darkfic and/or kink, but I read anything.

Favorite writer(s)? - Xanthe Walter, but they haven't been active in fandom for about 2 years now.

What do you like to write? - My favorite is darkfic, D/S AU, and kink, but I also love writing crack and all other genres.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - It's newer but it has the least amount of hits from the list of non-crack/non-gift fics and is an SPN/Blacklist crossover. Caging the Mongoose.

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I really would like to write some SPN/HDM fusions. I keep toying with the idea, but have never posted any of them. I always work better when I have prompts or ideas from others to spur me on.

.@leatafandom -

Other SM names? - @leatawrites, Leata (AO3 and Discord)

OTP? - Sabriel

Other fandoms? - Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Marvel, BBC Merlin, Star Trek, Doctor Who

Looking for in the Pond? - I could use some help with tags and challenging myself to write different things.

Pairings you read? - Ships, Gens, Poly fics

Genres you read? - Angst is my favorite but fluff and smut are always wonderful

Favorite writer(s)? - Yes, @idabbleincrazy on Tumblr or Gabriel_is_my_guardian_angel89 on Ao3

What do you like to write? - Angst, Horror, Smut, Bittersweet/Sad Things

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - My most underappreciated story is probably one of my original horror short stories. My most underappreciated fanfic is probably Becoming One,Two, and One Again.

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -I really would like to write more horror however I feel like I struggle with expressing fear, scenery/detail descriptions, and word choice

@oganizediguana -

Other SM names? - Oganizediguana on Discord

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - I tiptoe through many fandoms, but SPN is my home. Good Omens

Looking for in the Pond? - I’d love to get encouragement for writing and the confidence to share my work. But I’d also love to just meet interesting people.

Pairings you read? - 99% destiel

Genres you read? - I read it all, but mutual pining slow burn is what makes me feel all the things. I love a good canon-compliant AU. I’m happy with anything that ends happily. Or at least hopefully.

Favorite writer(s)? - On AO3: NorthernSparrow, tenoko1, saltnhalo, there are so many amazing authors in this fandom!

What do you like to write? - Everything seems to turn into angst.

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I’d like the confidence to share what I have written.

@dragonslayer-5fanfiction -

Other SM names? - Ao3- Dragonslayer5

Other fandoms? - haikyuu, daria, lotr/the hobbit, tmnt

Looking for in the Pond? - I just want to make friends and read good fanfic. I like to beta read. Maybe write some fanfic, but I have writer's block rn.

Pairings you read? - Reader insert

Genres you read? - Fluff, crack. One bed, and arranged marriage forced proximity tropes.

What do you like to write? - Reader inserts. Fluff.

Masterlist! AO3 Works list

Most underappreciated fic? - Do You Think About Me? (not SPN)

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -Honestly, writing two characters from the Fandom. I typically stick to reader insert, and I'm a little scared I won't get the characteristics right or the dynamic.

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

[kurtfrankirl]

since i’ve never really posted before here is a small about me to kick things off! lf mutals/friends with similar interests to me! :3

,⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧๋࣭ ,

🕸️ NAME# Sabriel/Sejanus

🕷️ AGE# Nineteen

🦇 PRONOUNS# He/It / ASK!

🪦 GENDER# Genderqueer

⚰️ DMS# OPEN!

🐈‍⬛ SOCIALS# IG: KURTNAIB TT: KURTNAIB DISCORD: KURTNAIB

🖤 INTERESTS# Identity V, Mitski, JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure, Pokemon, Sonic The Hedgehog, The Hunger Games, Law and Order SVU, ETC..

🕯️GAME IDS# Identity V [16150157] Project Sekai [CandyParadox] Cookie Run Kingdom [CandyParadox] Genshin Impact [629809922] Honkai Star Rail [620835277]

🎃 EXTRAS# [https://kurtsnaib.carrd.co/]

# AUTISTIC! PLEASE BE PATIENT

,⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧๋࣭ ,

Hello! 🐾

My name is Sabriel.

I also use a few other names such as Sejanus, Sabrina, and Shadow. (I have a thing for ‘S’ names.)

I use he/it pronouns mostly, but in some cases I use neopronouns and mirrored pronouns. Basically, whatever pronouns you use, you can use on me. If not, default to he/it. Or, you can simply refer to me by my name and/or my username.

I am nineteen years old, and will be twenty in 25 days! My birthday is February 14th and I am an Aquarius.

I am genderqueer, and a lesbian. Though I use the term sapphic more often due to my gender identity.

I have a lot of interests (some are listed above, some are tagged.) and a lot more I am too lazy to add, because holy shit it’s a lot.

Anyway. I may or may not edit this in the future but rn it’s currently 12:49 AM and I am exhausted. GN!

[nobodymitskigabriel]

I saw someone refer to sabriel as a rare pair hello????