#archangle michael

[jokingmisfit]

The Archangles

[shipping-all-ships]

Thinking about my Midam cage baby Kate and how the regular angels are shocked at how lenient Michael is. Downright coddling them and eager to grant their every whim. For Father's sake, they can't even fly because Michael just tucks them into his grace and carries them there. It's a miracle they can even walk since both Michael and Adam never seem to put them down!

It's not really a surprise to the other archangles, who Michael did most of the raising and are used to his attentions. Lucifer did try to make fun of them since they can't even fly at 800+ years old but shut up when Raphael reminded him that HE didn't learn to fly until AFTER Gabriel was made.

[ineffable-suffering]

Aziraphale is gonna serve supreme archangle cunt realness in S3

no, because listen to me. i said listen to me:

new outfit slay (!!!!)

in charge as the Official Boss Ass Bitch Of Heaven* (*editor's note: remember the way he corrects Furfur when he can't pronounce his name in the Blitzkrieg minisode? yeah. that. that's the Aziraphale i wanna see werk in Heaven)

finally able to tell Uriel, Michael and Saraqael to shut the absolute capital-F Fuck up and obey his commands (in his own words, of course, he still has ✨standards✨)

secretly plotting against the Second Coming behind the Metatron's back– uh.. i mean, head, i guess? (because come on, what else is he gonna do, make it happen?! pfffft–)

keeping a close (and sad) eye on Crowley and Muriel through the weird floaty globe thingy in Heaven (it's gonna be sad, but he's still gonna be so cunty for it)

and (this is the real cuntylicious one): being the first ever kind, caring and smart archangel in the history of, well .. ever, really.

fellas, we're in for a treat in season 3.

[theconstellationprincess]

More Gabriel because I love him <3

Post-Armageddon’t Gabriel is not vibing. He’s very stressed, and She (God) has not been forthcoming with anything he needs to do. So, he works and works and works, he does so much paperwork that even Michael is impressed

And then he starts to get to know Beelzebub and he falls in love with them. And suddenly, his work ethics starts to dissipate, because when he’s with Beelzebub, he doesn’t need to worry about anything, and he wants to be like that… all the time.

And, after a particularly awful meeting with the other Archangles and the Metatron, it happens. The same feeling he gets around Beelzebub- well a little different. He doesn’t feel safe, or loved, but his thoughts slow, and things seem… simpler?

It’s strange. He’s almost tempted to contact Aziraphale to see if there’s a book about it. It fascinates him.

However, it’s very bad for his work ethic, so he avoids it as much as possible. He needs to work so that the next time something happens, he’s prepared. So what if he has actually started sleeping in short bursts because he can’t focus otherwise? So what if half of the time he has to squint when doing paperwork because his eyes are wet for some reason? He’ll be fine, he just needs to work.

And then some stupid misguided young angles decide to pop down to earth and wreak some havoc on Aziraphale and Crowley, resulting in a lot of paperwork, and so much stress. And Gabriel almost loses it on them. His wings come out, he gets a few extra eyes… not the whole shebang but enough that Michael ushers him away and Uriel takes over.

Michael is mad at him. He tucks himself away and apologizes, reassures her that it’s because of some Random excuses and it won’t happen again.

The moment he’s alone he heads to earth. He pops into a cave he knows is safe but empty, and let’s go. His wings come out, he gets extra eyes, but more importantly, his thoughts slow. He curls up on the ground, and his eyes do the wetness thing again, and he wraps his arms around himself.

He wants Bee- Beelzebub. He doesn’t need to breathe but finds himself struggling to anyways. He fumbled with his phone (sending a small thanks upwards that he had it with him, and calls their phone.

“Beelzebub,” he greets in a small voice. He hadn’t known his voice could be that high, or soft. “How are you?”

“Gabriel? Izzz everything alright?” He blinks at their tone. Why are they worried? Is his voice too weird?

“Yes.” He says. His corporal form must be malfunctioning, leaking so much fluid and now his mouth feels strange. “Sorry.” Why did he say that?

“It’zzz fine?” Beelzebub sounded confused. Gabriel made a sad noise. It was pathetic and he chastised himself for it. He did it again. “I need to get back to work.” He made the sad noise again. He wanted Bee, in person. He wanted close contact-

What? What was wrong with him? He’s an Archangel, one of the closest to the top of Heaven, why was he so desperate for human affection from a Prince of Hell?

“Gabriel?” Was Beelzebub still on the line? Gabriel made some sort of weird noise. Why was his corporation so odd?

“Bee,” he said, despite not meaning too. It came out soft and desperate. His lungs were burning, and his face was wet. Stupid Human form. Beelzebub was saying something, but he couldn’t understand what. He wanted them with him.

And there they were! Gabriel lit up when he saw them, literally. His wings glowed and his eyes perceived them with angelic light. “Bee!” He greeted, voice disorted but happy. Beelzebub looked a little nervous, and Gabriel frowned. He tried to wrangle himself back inwards, but it was hard. He got rid of most of his eyes, and 2 of his 3 sets of wings. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Oh zzilly angel.” Beelzebub whispered. “You can let yourself out, I don’t mind.” Gabriel hummed and released his (fragile) hold on his being. He relaxed. He had Bee here. He reached out towards them without thinking. They looked confused but approached him. He didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted, but Bee seemed to know.

As soon as he had an armful of demon, he felt himself fully slip away. This was the part he could never reach on his own. He sighed happily, and nuzzled into Beelzebubs neck. If he could stay here forever, he would be so happy.

[misc-obeyme]

☄️:

I have this interesting bit of lore about me (and hence my MC because they are my SI)

I graduated junior high from a school dedicated and named after ' Archangle Michael ' XD

I imagine a simple conversation of the demons asking hikari (my MC) about their schooling can go like:

One of the Demons: *asking about hikari's schooling*

Hikari: ok so , I completed my junior high from *pause* *surprised face and realization dawning on them* you are not going to believe what I am about say. You will think that I made that up but i swear I am telling the truth

Demon : *confused* umm , ok I will believe you. What is it?

Hikari : *says the schools name*

Demon : *probably diavolo lmao* how is Michael allowed to run a school in human realm but we aren't?!?

XD... new anon here , maybe ☄️ if it is not taken?

Hi there! Yes, you can be ☄️ anon, I have added it to the list!

And okay here's the thing... I feel like we always talk about Satan having weird human world sayings and like yeah... he does... you know, like Satanists and "not today Satan" and so on.

BUT I think there are A LOT of religious institutions (such as private schools) that are named after angels! Michael is the perfect example.

There's a hospital called St. Luke's that I see a lot in my day job and every time I think of our baby angel Luke lol.

Anyway, I do think it's more often saints who get such names, though, so I gotta say I think it's really funny that you went to a school called Archangel Michael. I mean what are the chances??

Can you imagine a school named after Diavolo in the human world?

Though I have to say it'd sound pretty badass to say that you attended Demon Prince Diavolo High School.

[onlineviolence]

where do you get inspo from to make your angel designs? ive been wanting to make some of my own archangles for ultrakill but ive been struggling with design ideas ):

it's mostly "gabriel but (something different)"

like. armor and cross on the face but I like giving them all different variations of crosses (Michael has the patriarchal cross, gamaliel unintentionally has an inverted cross)

also horns. horns and funny things on their helmets I cannot STAND them being bald

yuriel is inspired by the oc I based her off of (my tf oc Seraph)

i only decided she had a sort of light/sun motif After i already designed her

gamaliel definitely had more thought behind their design because I wanted horns that Stabbed back into the head like how it sometimes happens to rams

but most of the time I use the symmetry tool, and scribble until I find something I like and get advice from my partner

I'm a furry also so there's always animal traits somewhere

honestly go wild there's so many possibilities out there are no rules and if you don't like what you make you can always try again later

[dashfoward]

A more recruitment poster what the term refers to the term "Legionary" refers to this. The Hand its self has the Political Party Waist band.

The Legionary were the soldiers from the ancient Roman Empire until the empire fell.

There were "Legionary" states in the past this is one I know of.

National Legionary Romania, Romania was involved during ww2 fighting on the axis side for most of the war until the king Michael coup happened, and then Romania swapped to a Pro-Allied Government. Of course this would not save Romania from being a Soviet Satellite state

The Iron Guard party, the party/political movement that led Legionary Romania. They were Fascist, anti capitalist, anti communist, anti democratic and anti Semitic. Paramilitary group. The Movement its self was founded by Corneliu Zelea Codreanu in 1927 as the "legion of archangle micheal" the founder was assassinated in 1938. The Movement widely continued after he's death as a "legion" this movement was greatly tied with Romanian Orthodox and Christian mysticism.

How does this tie into ideas of a legion? The Iron Guard referred to them self's as a legion, thinking of them selves as "strong willed" thats what the poster I made refers to, creating a strong willed unstoppable army.

Iron Guard source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Guard

[grimwcr]

still icons of Tom Wisdom as Michael in Syfy’s Dominion. PT: 1

[klayr-de-gall]

Reunion 

As the last one to arrive to the Empty, and finally free of his fathers narrative, Michael manages to stay awake long enough to find his brothers and sister. Now they rest together, waiting for the moment to be awoken. Michael deserves to be a protective older brother! Also, in the good SPN ending that exists in my head, they would have deserved to team up. I had fun drawing all of them. This wings took me 7 hours. Now y'all know why I never draw Michael with all six of his wings xD

[Social Media Masterpost]

[toashesireturn]

I had to look this up because my Grandma made us do all sorts of prayers and I rote memorized most of them but the morning offering just makes my blood go cold.

Oh my god, I offer you every thought, word, and act of today. Please bless me god and make me good today.

I do not need the pressure that all of my fucking THOUGHTS need to be holy and my actions righteous. I would always feel bad if I swore in my head when she made us do that prayer

[fangirlingpuggle]

So with the Crowley was Raphael before he fell idea so what about an AU where the reason the angles are so harsh on Azhiraphale is because they all KNOW Raphael was crazy about him!! Like even pre-fall he was smitten and pining and all the arch angles know (they all teased their bother constantly)

Only they don't know Crowley was Raphael  (they think he is dead or lost)all they see is Azirapahale loving a demon and that’s just wrong when their brother loved him so much and he didn't even notice, when their brother hung the stars in the sky for him, made constellations all for him. and yet he chooses a demon.

Bonus: Angles hurt Zira and Crowley saves him only for archangels to realise who he is and just how badly they have fucked up!

[abadoodlesss]

Sometimes The Job’s Worth It - Chapter Nine

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Read previous chapters here!

Next: Chapter 10

Summary: Jane’s getting a bit of cabin fever ever since the boys started being more protective (i.e. keeping her in the Bunker) but not to worry, just because the Winchesters tell her to stay put doesn’t mean she’s gonna listen.

The sun shone brightly on the sleek exterior of the Impala as the rumble of the engine died down. The boys climbed out of the car in perfect synchronization, as they often did.

The two just got back from a neighboring town. There’s been a series of disappearances in the past month that’s left everyone confused and more importantly, terrified. Sam and Dean heard about the case while on a mid-week grocery shopping run a few days ago and instantly knew they had to get to the bottom of it. Unfortunately, they had no leads yet and already two more people had gone missing.

They entered the Bunker to find Cas and Jane at the war room table, playing a game of poker.

Dean was glad to find the two hanging out together. Cas was starting to stay at the Bunker more and more often, mostly to keep an eye on Jane when the boys had to leave. Dean hated keeping Jane locked away like some prisoner but he was pleased, a bit surprised, to find Cas made good company. He felt a little less guilty keeping her here now that he knew she wasn’t completely bored out of her mind.

“Hey guys!” Jane called, maintaining intense eye contact with the angel in an attempt to intimidate him, but she was starting to think Cas wasn’t capable of being anything but neutral.

“Hey, Jane.” Sam said as he shrugged off his coat. “How’s the game going?” He asked as Dean walked behind Cas, trying to communicate to Jane what cards Cas had in his hand.

“I’d say pretty good.” Jane replied as she laid down her cards, three aces and two queens. Cas showed his hand, all miscellaneous cards.  

“I don’t think I understand the rules of this game.” Cas admitted as Jane started to shuffle once more.

“Deal me in.” Dean said taking a seat at the head of the table.

“Don’t you think we have more important things to be doing?” Sam asked. They still had so much work left to do regarding the disappearances, they didn’t have time to waste playing poker.

“Right.” Dean muttered reluctantly, getting up out of his chair.

“Is something going on?” Jane asked hesitantly. She was always suspicious that the boys were talking about her situation. Every time they wanted to talk privately she was sure they were talking about her and what they could possibly do with her. Part of her felt she deserved to be part of the conversation, to hear everything upfront. The other part of her, however, thought she was better off not knowing.

Dean sensed Jane’s fear immediately. “Don’t worry, kid. We’re working on a case from a few towns over. We’re still trying to get to the bottom of everything.” He explained.

Sam glared at his brother. They decided that they would keep Jane away from anything and everything paranormal. Sam made Dean promise just days ago that they wouldn’t tell her anything about their cases and only involve her with the Michael/Lucifer situation if it was absolutely necessary for her safety. He thought it was best if Jane was distanced as far as possible from the world of supernatural creatures.

“Need any help?” She asked.

This was exactly why Sam didn’t want Jane to know anything about their cases, not even that one was going on. That girl was curious, which Sam admired. Jane was always trying to learn more and educate herself. But that can prove to be dangerous as her curiosity leads her to being involved in some seriously unsafe situations.

“I think we’ve got it covered.” Sam interjected before Dean could say anything stupid.

“C’mon, I have nothing better to do. Beating Cas gets boring after the thirty-somethingth time.” Jane joked. “Besides, if you’re stuck maybe you could use a fresh perspective.” She said, beginning to pack away that cards as she stood up.

“We appreciate it, Jane, but we’re all set.” Sam said, practically dragging Dean away.

Jane slumped back into her chair as she watched the brothers retreat.

Turning to Cas she said, “Wanna play go fish?”

Hours passed and so did card games. Cas was actually surprisingly good at go fish. After Jane explained the rules and that they would in fact not be going outside to fish, he caught on fast. He was even able to beat her a few times. War and Blackjack were different stories, however.  

Sam and Dean were still in the library, trying to find anything that would help them in their case. Even from this far away, Jane could make out little exasperated sighs and the slamming of books being closed and tossed around when deemed unuseful.  

After a particularly loud grumble, Jane saw the brothers emerge from the library.

The boys looked like they aged ten years in the few hours they’d been in there. Sam’s hair was a little messy, probably because he ran his fingers through it every time he got frustrated.

“Any progress?” Jane called. She didn’t mean anything by it, well maybe only as a little jab. She was certain that if they just let her help, they’d be able to get to the bottom of whatever this case was. Jane didn’t doubt that the Winchesters knew what they were doing, they were professionals after all, but she’s helped before and she could do it again.

Sam sent her an annoyed look but Jane chose to think that he was more annoyed with the case than her asking. He wiped away his crabby expression quickly, though, forcing a pleasant one instead as he explained, “We’re getting there”.

“Cas, we’re gonna head out for a little bit, check out the town’s library to get more info.” Dean called, throwing on his jacket.

“I could use some fresh air, I’ll come too.” Jane said, hopping out of her seat.

“No!” The Winchesters yelled in unison.

Realizing that was a little too aggressive, Dean tried to recover by saying, “I just mean uh- you don’t want to go to some boring old library, right?”

“That actually sounds like fun, I could borrow a good book.”

“We can check something out for you.” Sam said.

“Or I could just come with you. I don’t see what the big deal is.” Jane said.

She could understand that the boys wanted to keep her safe, she wasn’t arguing that. It’s just the way they tried to do it that bothered her. Keeping her locked away wasn’t going to do anything besides drive her mad. And it angered her even more because they were pretending that that's not exactly what they’re doing.

The boys couldn’t think of anything to say. Jane just rolled her eyes and let a defeated sigh out. There was no use in arguing.

“You know, never mind. I’ll find something to do here, I guess.”

“Don’t sound so sad, kid.” Dean said, reaching out an arm to pull Jane into a side hug, but she dodged him.

“See you when you get back.” She spoke, plopping down in a seat, her back to them. She was sure to make her tone even sadder than before.

Jane didn’t need to turn around to know the brothers’ faces were filled with guilt.

They both stared at her for a moment, again trying to think of something to say to ease the tension, but nothing came to mind.

Dean gave Cas a pat on the shoulder before heading out.

“You know, they do care about you.” Cas said as he heard the Impala retreating down the road. “They’re only trying to protect you.”

“If by protected you mean locked away like a princess in a tower,” Jane mumbled under her breath, but Cas heard her.

“They’re doing the best they can, you have to understand that.”

Jane knew Cas was right and just trying to help but she wasn’t ready to listen to it. She wanted to yell at Cas for trying to be the voice of reason, for being on their side. She almost did. But looking into his soft eyes, Jane couldn’t bring herself to yell. It wasn’t Cas she was mad at, hell it wasn’t even the Winchesters she was really mad at either. It was whoever got her into this mess in the first place.

“Can I just be left alone for a little while?”

Cas nodded. “If you need me, just call.”

And then he was gone.

Without wasting a single second, Jane was out of her seat and running into the library. She wasn’t about to sit around a mope while she waited for the Winchesters to come back. Maybe they could keep her from going outside, but they weren’t going to keep her from doing what she wanted inside the Bunker. Seems like a fair trade.

In the library, Jane could see a table covered in papers and books. Taking a closer look, she could see reports printed out, detailing missing persons cases as well as short biographies of the men who had gone missing.

Jane could assume that the men weren’t just missing, something much more sinister must have happened.

In skimming through the articles and biographies written about the men, the only similarities Jane could find were that they were all married and lived in the town. No wonder the boys were so stressed out, there was nothing.

Jane wasn’t going to give up, though. Maybe if she helped with this case and got to the bottom of things, the Winchesters would let her help out on more cases, let her go beyond the walls of the bunker. Okay, maybe that was pushing it, but at the very least they’d probably see her as less of a little girl and more of an asset to the team.

Thankfully, Sam left his laptop on and open, so Jane opened a tab and started searching. She thought to check for monsters that only target men, not anticipating how many man-hating monsters were out there. She found a pad of paper and a pencil and got to work, writing down each monster that fit the very broad criteria. She took to Wikipedia and countless conspiracy theory websites, but she couldn’t be sure if anything she was reading was too credible. Cross-referencing with some pretty legit looking mythology websites, Jane collected notes about each monster, trying to narrow down which could be taking these men. Her list alone almost took up two pages and her notes added at least another seven.

She could tell this was going to be a grueling process, but she remained determined.

Unfortunately, Jane was cut short when she heard a voice calling, “Cas? Jane?”

Sam and Dean were home.

Quickly, Jane exited every tab she’d opened on Sam’s laptop, frantically erasing the search history as to not leave a single trace of her sleuthing. She put papers back in the order she thought they were in earlier, not having time to second guess herself. Scrambling to gather her notes, Jane ran out of the library sure to grab a book from the shelf Sam dedicated to non-lore-related books.

Jane shoved her notes in between the pages of the book just in time to run into the boys.

Both brothers looked relieved to see Jane turn the corner, but it was soon replaced by agitation.

“We’ve been calling your name for like three minutes.” Sam started.

“When you weren’t answering and Cas wasn’t here,” Dean sighed. “We got worried, kid.” “Sorry,” Jane said, showing them the book she grabbed. “I was just in the library-”

Jane noticed the way Sam’s face contorted as she revealed where she was.

“Promise I didn’t mess with your stuff, I was only trying to find a book to read or something to do since I couldn’t come to the library with you guys.” She said, taking them on a full guilt trip as a way to distract Sam from his anger.

“Right,” Dean said after a moment. “Well, we uh- we better get back to work.”

The two retreated into the library where they would spend almost the rest of the night.

Jane spent the night going through the rest of her list.

Someone was going to get to the bottom of this case, and Jane will be damned if it isn’t her.

[pugzman3]

CERN links and connections. Part 2 of 2 part video. This one has audio.

Just like all the other things they do and show us, when you see it one piece at a time, it seems like nothing. Many people do not realize they are being told what is happening; and that one little bit of info is the piece of a puzzle. By the time they get another piece, they have forgotten about the first.

Now, a couple of things. Both in this video and the first one, other things are tied in that go off into other rabbit holes. These two videos are just about CERN and there links.

BUT...... to go off a bit into one of those rabbit holes. You heard what the guy said in the video, "mimicking the temperatures and conditions", (And I have heard this same theory from a few people), but....how else could temperatures and conditions be replicated or modified? Does DARPA come to mind? Chemtrails? Weather modification? What if they are creating those temps and changes for a much more nefarious reasons than just to push "climate change"? I know I have said many times where every rabbit hole leads to right?

Enter.... The Restrainer, the Epistle from Paul to the Thessalonians, particularly verses 6 and 7.

In other words, there is a restrainer in place right now. The Book of Enoch points to the Archangle Michael holding it (he who now letteth will let). But that restrainer will be removed, and (v8) then shall that Wicked be revealed.

[sayuricorner]

THE ASK BOX IS NOW OPEN!!!

I officialy activated my ask box! ^^

Don’t hesitate to come ask me anything about my AUs and stories ideas if you have questions! ;)

Here’s a little list of my AUs and story ideas as a recap:

-Ever After High x Twisted Wonderland AU

-ML x Batman: Arkham’s princess AU

-ML x Carmen Sandiego crossover salt prompt

-Carmen Sandiego: Big brother! Mime Bomb AU

-Lil’ Lucifer x Identity V: Hunter! Lucifer AU

-Maribat salt prompt: Lost & alone in Gotham

-Good Omens: Archangle Samael AU

-Lil’ Lucifer au and Forsaken au fanfiction idea: Amnesiac! Michael, Journey to the West crossover (2 parts story story concept + 2 oneshots)

-ML salt x Twisted Wonderland prompt

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[damimates]

The Archangle Michael

[kiwismoon]

Is michael the soviet union

michael likw the archangle???? is a soviet unionion the thing thats like in russian? like you know? do you know what i’m saying ??? like it doesn’t like it doesn’t seem like ??? like doesnt like it doesn’t really seem like ??? you know like i dont know what the fuck a union is ???? a u nioin???? like i dont understand what the fuck you’re talking about what is a union ?? a soviey youn?