#muse-gabriel

[toranoya]

OC: Archangel Gabriel Morningstar

“Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it!”

Archangel Gabriel Morningstar of Heaven is a legendary Archangel of the Morningstar family who represents the Virtue of Charity. Known for his boundless kindness, endearing dorkiness, and pure-hearted, head-in-the-clouds attitude, he is one of the owners of the Thrones Industries, a charity organization in Heaven that invents angelic technology and miracle cures to make the lives of humans and angels alike better, especially for the injured. Gabriel being one of the Nephilim angels, is one of the purest and most powerful in Heaven.

Gabriel is also the bearer of a legendary trumpet which can be heard across all dimensions. It is said that he will blow his trumpet to sound the beginning of Judgement Day.

Name: Gabriel Morningstar Nicknames: Archangel Gabriel, Charity, Gabe, Gabby, Daddy's Boy (by Azrael), Jibril, The Messenger Species: True Archangel (First 5) Gender: Genderfluid (Male presenting) Age: Billions of years (chronologically), Early 20s (biologically) Occupation: Archangel of Charity, Creation, Temperance, Revelations and Messengers, Morningstar royalty, Inventor, Founder of Thrones Industries Father: The big G Siblings: Michael, Luci, Raphael, Uriel (true siblings), other brothers would include all other Archangels and Seraphim.

Likes: His trumpet, Inventing things, Harmony, Charity, Jazz, Show tunes, Humans, Coffee, Hot guys, Helping others, Butterflies, his satchel (always carrying too much), cartoons

Dislikes: People suffering, Money, Being teased by his siblings, Their Father being disrespected in any way Swearing, The Extermination, Newspapers that don't have funnies, Being unable to help

Abilities: Archangel physiology, Immortality, Flight, Genius-level intelligence, Supernatural Strength, Supernatural Endurance & Stamina, Extrasensory Perception (ESP), Dream Manipulation (pleasant), Photokinesis, Charisma, Healing, Blessing inducement, Master swordsmanship, Leadership, Teleportation, Cloudwalking, Master craftsmanship, Sealing, Resurrection, Clone Creation

HEADCANON: -Gabriel’s name means "God is my Strength" or "God is my Hero" in Hebrew. -Gabriel’s counterpart in the Seven Deadly Sins is Belphegor. (Sloth. He seduces people by proposing incredible inventions that will make them rich.) -Being a fan of jazz and not liking swears, Gabriel is not a fan of Adam and avoids him as much as he can. -Before Luci’s fall, Gabriel often enjoyed the little gifts his older brother would make for him. -Gabriel tests his inventions and medicines on himself. -Gabriel invented coffee and gave it to humans. -Almost always accompanied by his older brother Raphael ever since the War in Heaven. -One of Luci’s siblings to argue against his execution after his fall. He also persuaded Raphael to vote against the execution by use of unfair “puppy eyes.” -Gabriel is seen as the most “human” of the Morningstars, often spending a lot of time amongst humans on Earth. -Gabriel as seen as the kid brother of the Morningstars because of his youthful appearance and because he couldn’t defeat Belial during the War in Heaven without his brother Raphael’s help. -Dance of Yahweh: The Dance of Yahweh is a technique created by Gabriel. The technique has a clean and pure fighting style, being more of a dance than a battle style. Gabriel with this technique uses clean and smooth attacks, with calm and smooth movements. This technique is perfect for fighting brute attack opponents.

PERSONALITY Gabriel is a charismatic and compassionate archangel who is nice to almost everyone. Gabriel is deeply connected to humanity, often spending time among them. His laid-back and eccentric personality makes him approachable and easy to be around. Despite his relaxed demeanor, Gabriel is incredibly cunning and serious when necessary. He is earnest, community-minded, loyal, and values kindness, innovation, empathy, and justice. As the founder of Thrones Industries, he uses his intelligence to create inventions that help the sick and injured. Gabriel's personality is vibrant, enthusiastic, and confident, with a hopeful and idealistic outlook on life. He embodies warmth and kindness, seeing beauty and renewal in the world, and is driven by a divine sense of purpose that transcends typical human concerns. His sincerity, faith in his mission, and focus on the bigger picture make him a unique and inspiring figure.

APPEARANCE Gabriel has an ethereal and androgynous appearance. He has porcelain skin with twin expansive wings which extend from his back, while his platinum locks and scelera shimmer with a celestial glow. His eyes are blue and a two-ringed halo hovers just above his head.

Like the other angels, Gabriel's true form cannot be seen by humans. They say that his light is so intense that it burns the eyes of those who see it and explodes the eardrums of those who hear his voice. As a True Archangel, Gabriel's appearance shifts to whatever he desires or needs at that very moment. He almost always appears as a slender young man, youthful in appearance.

[maggie44paint]

HE HURLED HIS THUNDERBOLT!

I kept seeing that one zeus meme with godzilla and had to do a gabe version lol

[undyingdevotee]

my friend said ‘polycruel’ and i was inspired

[tvinspo]

CULPA MIA (2023)

[arylleth]

“You blossom under kindness, don't you? Like a rose.”  Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel's Inferno

[moonlight-prose]

Maybe I need Gabriel to chase me thru the woods as a wolf only to find and tackle me in his human form 🤭

note: i love that you sent me three delicious fucking asks. these have been living in my head rent free for days and i need to basically live in all of them. this one especially. fuck if it isn't just the scenario with him.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!! stalking, chasing, he's a werewolf it's freaky deal with it, dry humping, biting, marking/bruising.

He's faster than you anticipated. A predator who became consumed with the thought of hunting down someone innocent. A helpless prey that didn't know they were about to become his meal. His sacrifice for the devout God above that damned him to live this way.

Moving with a swiftness that is relentless enough to thread terror through your veins, crawling its way up your throat, he plays a game. Cat and mouse. Wolf and gazelle. The pretty little thing running past trees and ripping the skirts of their dress on fallen branches - their feet cracking the dead leaves with each step.

He can smell your fear like a deep saturated wine that fills his senses. The adrenaline that sweetly courses up and down your body, pushing you further than you needed to go. There was no use in fleeing from the big bad wolf. Not when he had you in his sights - ready to pounce when you made the next move.

Danger was an easy thing to come by in a forest this haunted.

The screams of the innocent punctured the air like a knife, carving free the stench of death that seeped up from the damp ground. You began to wonder how many bones were lost to the soil beneath you. Only to realize that's what he wanted. He yearned for you to fall into his wayward trap - his clever fucking ruse.

"Not this time," you muttered, gasping for air as you took off to the right.

His clawed feet pounded against the floor, the sharp growl of irritation at your change in course rumbling loudly. He made his presence known. Perhaps that's what sent a thrill of fear down your spine, curling right at the base and trickling into your bloodstream. You understood the feeling well - cherished it like a companion that would remain with you. Till death did you part with the timeless horror that trekked beside you in this dense forest.

A sharp piercing snarl cracked like a whip along your skin, prickling at your heart and nearly forcing it to stop. You pushed your legs faster, hands gripping the heavy weight of your dress as you sprinted for your life.

The edge of the treeline was within reach. Only a bit further to go. But one simple mistake hung over your head like the strands of a puppet, pulling you to and fro in this deranged frantic escape he liked to call fun.

You turned right. Not left.

You ran right towards a path he knew well, the shortcut too now facing directly beside your right shoulder. And in a quick attempt to rectify your error, you slipped and nearly fell to the ground. Sharply crying out in pain, you gave away the spot where you started to run towards - dooming you to the only consequence that remained.

A mass of black fur barreled in your direction, leaping through the air with a harsh bitten out growl that vibrated the very breath in your lungs. Shouting in fear, you felt him knock you the ground - a searing pain shooting up your thigh - before clambering atop your writhing body.

"I almost won you fur faced bastard!" you hissed, clawing your way to freedom.

Only for a very warm and very human hand to wrap around your ankle, dragging you back. He straddled your thighs, pressed his face into the back of your neck, and moaned like a pitiful animal who finally got to claim his prize. You lay on the ground in silence, hoping the heat between your legs went unnoticed by him.

It didn't.

"You never win love," he chuckled, turning you onto your back - face pressed gently into the side of your neck. "I could have let you."

"Cheating," you retorted, fingers carding through his hair in an attempt to drag him closer.

Though the forest was thick with humidity, the air still held a chill. One that would bring death to your doorstep if you stayed out in it for longer than necessary. He shuffled down your body, hooking your knees over his bare hips to encase you in the heat that poured off his skin. Later by a fire he'd strip you of the layers that kept you from him, but right now he only sought to keep you safe.

"I could smell you," he muttered, nose nudging along the curve of your jaw. "Sweet like the flowers in your garden."

"That's an unfair advantage Gabriel."

"Mm." Lips trailed down to your throat, his hips nudging up to where your skirts gaped across your waist - the dripping heat of your cunt close off for what he wanted most.

"You said you wanted to-"

"Fuck what I said," he gasped, rutting his cock into your thigh, teeth scraping against the jugular that pulsed sporadically beneath his tongue. "I wanted to catch you. To own you."

"Oh." Feeling him unravel above you - his hands grasping for any part of you he could reach - caused a wash of dizziness to settle in your head. "You already do."

A whine broke past his parted mouth and before you could drag his lips to yours, his teeth latched onto the juncture of your shoulder. Clamping down hard enough to shove pain along your chest. Gripping his hair, you canted your hips up to meet his desperate thrusts - a cry breaking free to echo in the empty forest.

He was feral as he humped you. Borderline obscene in how he bit down hard enough to leave an indent of his teeth - a mark of the animal who you belonged to. A glob of drool leaked down into your hair, spilling across the dirt beneath you, and if you were to catch a glimpse of his face you'd see the glazed expressed. The eyes that flashed gold as he leaked over your skirts in an attempt to stain you with his scent.

One final harsh yank of his hair dragged him over the edge with a pitiful muffled cry. He spurted onto your skirts, hips rolling with a speed that you could practically feel inside of you. You knew a second bite mark would be set beside the first once he got you inside.

Another claim in the confines of your shared home, where he could take you properly.

The string of mumbled Latin words were too soft for you to hear, but their sentiment remained the same.

I love you. I belong to you. I'll die for you.

"Take me home Gabriel," you whispered, catching his spit covered lips in a soft kiss.

He rumbled an agreement with his tongue halfway down your throat, his hands shifting to lift you as he stood. The daunting beast in the forest now placated with his prize - his prey to be devoured.

[iinspos]

culpa mia, 2023.

[folk-angelic]

Gathering some basic info on the archangels... here's what I have so far! (I don't remember any of the sources, I'm afraid...)

[writerformanymuses]

so the first time I forced my cousin to watch IWTV season two, she literally went mute for the last two episodes because she was so devastated.

literally choking back tears for nearly two hours. claudia's death. louis' banishment. the loumand betrayal. the loustat reunion.

hysterically grief stricken and emotionally ruined.... and my autistic ass as the hurricane scene starts and the silence falls in....

what did I say to comfort her?

"Lestat fucks his mom, if that helps."

it did not help.

[preraphaelitepaintings]

A Vision of Fiammetta

Artist: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (English, 1828–1882)

Date: 1878

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Private Collection

Description

The painting was one half of one of Rossetti's "double works", accompanying his Ballads and Sonnets (1881). Maria Spartali Stillman modelled for the painting. The subject of painting is Boccaccio's muse named Fiammetta.

The frame of the painting is inscribed with three texts: the sonnet by Boccaccio entitled "On his Last Sight of Fiammetta," which inspired the painting; Rossetti's translation of it, and his own poem mirroring the painting:

Behold Fiammetta, shown in Vision here.

Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands; And as she sways the branches with her hands, Along her arm the sundered bloom falls sheer, In separate petals shed, each like a tear; While from the quivering bough the bird expands His wings. And lo! thy spirit understands Life shaken and shower'd and flown, and Death drawn near.

All stirs with change. Her garments beat the air: The angel circling round her aureole Shimmers in flight against the tree's grey bole: While she, with reassuring eyes most fair, A presage and a promise stands; as 'twere

On Death's dark storm the rainbow of the Soul.

[0g-cr34tor]

I gave up rendering these sh*t bruh 😭

Anyways... I give one of my favorite horror characters with some custom outfit ^_^

Final :3

<Yea, idk why it took myself awhile lmao, you can take the outfit if you want, only if you credits to me. I put their sexuality as well, if don't like it or not, I'm okay with it.>

[hoziersmilligan]

adam is a cat person btw and accidentally tricked michael into thinking cats are quite literally god’s best, most loved creation. and then when they get out of the cage and michael actually meets a cat he’s a little underwhelmed. but he gets to know the creature and learns they are strikingly similar. they both want attention and love, but are unsure how to ask for it, and are scared it’ll make them look weak. they’re both perceived as unemotional and aloof by those not willing to give them a chance. and maybe michael understands a little better why adam was so willing to understand michael

[toranoya]

@themosthatedbeingg

Gabriel hummed a cheerful tune as he adjusted the straps of his satchel, which was filled with gifts and gadgets of his own invention. His wings shimmered with anticipation, casting a soft glow that illuminated the golden corridor of the Celestial Plane. It wasn’t every day that an archangel got to visit Hell, especially not for a friendly visit.

"Gabby, are you sure this is a good idea?" Raphael’s voice was tinged with hesitation as he approached, his wings folded tightly against his back. His usually serene face was marred by concern.

Gabriel grinned, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Of course, it is! It's been too long since we last saw Luci. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the company."

Raphael sighed, his wings rustling with unease. "Lucifer isn’t exactly known for being… hospitable. And Hell isn’t exactly a vacation spot."

"Which is exactly why we should go!" Gabriel clapped Raphael on the shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring. "He’s our brother, after all. We should check on him, see how he’s doing. Besides, I’ve got some new inventions to show him that might make his life down there a little easier. Please! You promised!" Gabriel said as he turned his puppy eyes on his brother.

Raphael frowned, but the warmth of Gabriel’s optimism was hard to resist. Despite his reservations, he knew Gabriel’s heart was in the right place. And deep down, Raphael felt a pang of guilt for not visiting their fallen brother more often. With a resigned nod, he unfolded his wings.

"Alright, Gabby. Let’s go see Lucifer. Also, not fair."

The journey to Hell was not an easy one. The golden light of Heaven gradually dimmed as they descended, the warmth fading into a cold, oppressive darkness. The air grew thicker, tinged with the scent of sulfur and ash. As they crossed the threshold into Hell, the once-vibrant colors of their celestial wings dulled, and the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on them.

Gabriel, however, remained undeterred. His enthusiasm seemed unshakeable, and he whistled softly as he led the way through the shadowy landscape. Raphael followed closely, his eyes scanning their surroundings warily.

Gabriel’s smile didn’t falter as he marched confidently through the gate around Luci’s mansion and hopped up the steps to ring the bell. He was certain Luci had sensed their holy presence by then anyway, their radiant light being like a huge beacon in the dinginess of Hell, a literal flashlight in the dark.

Heavenly reunion

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[moon-kissed-corner]

The painting Bocca Baciata "The Mouth that has been Kissed" (1859), by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

[tvinspo]

This can't ever happen again. CULPA MIA (2023)

[sketchymoof]

oh yeah i finally realised i have somewhere i can post this

shamelessly ripped off of this post by Alzward