Archangel, Trickster,
Runaway Little Brother
"Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel."
Someone, or something has brought Gabriel back from the dead. He doesn't remember what happened while he was gone, just that he has a slight feeling he doesn't want to know.

Either way, he's back. No need to look a gift horse in the mouth. Right? Wings need stretching, and assholes need to be put in their place.

Independent multi-verse and multi-ship RP blog for Gabriel from Supernatural.
All fandoms welcome!
Mun is 24+. NSWF welcome and will be tagged.
Tracktag: sugarcoatedwings
FC: Richard Speight Jr.
M!A: None, not accepting at the moment.
Oh, and watch out for the auto play.

BQ

{outofsweets} Hopping off here for right now to go do some neglected drafts on my other account and get some noms. Should be back later, though!


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Gabriel hadn’t been paying attention, more looking around the city and just taking everything in. After being dead, though he couldn’t remember a lick of it, it felt good to be out in the world again. That much he did know.

“Shit!” He spat when someone suddenly ran into him. “Hey, it’s alright I…” Gabriel was slammed with the Grace of his sibling. Wow, was his wiring off because he should have felt Ramiel from a mile away. Angel Radio on or not.

“Ramiel?” He had to confirm it with himself, pulling himself back just a little. “Woah. What…” Gabriel chuckled and pulled her back for a hug. He honestly hadn’t expected such a positive response from one of his siblings, figuring his name had been slandered like… He shook the thought from his head before the panic and bile rose in his throat much further. “How’re you, squirt? It’s been a while.”

She grinned as he pulled her back into a tight hug. Ramiel, or Ramie as some of her siblings called her, nuzzled into his hold, enjoying the feel of her siblings arms around her. She’d always been pretty family orientated but she hadn’t seen much of her closest siblings in so long. Not since she fell really. Sure she’d run into Luci a few weeks back and Castiel, though he’d never been too close to her. She squeezed her arms around him once more before she free’d him.

“It has. It’s been far far too long, Gabe.” she glanced around then grabbed his arm. “Come on, I’ll take you back to my Vessel’s apartment. I help keep it shielded for her so it’s pretty safe. How have things been up yonder recently?” she wasn’t aware of much of what happened. She knew about the Winchesters, the averted Apocalypse, and Castiel’s little stint as “God” but mostly she kept to herself down on earth. 

"Sounds good to me." Gabriel grinned, following the younger archangel. At her question he huffed a laugh, shrugging a shoulder and not too sure how to answer. Ramiel left long before Gabriel did, so she couldn’t have known he ran away and joined the Pagans.

"Dunno, really. Haven’t been upstairs in a long time, Ramie. Ran away and carved out my own little chunk of the world to hide in." He started. "It’s a long story," he drew out the ‘long’ to prove some sort of point, "so we have quite a bit to catch up with."


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Grace was in a bad mood. Michael had renewed his efforts to hunt her down and kill her and Ramiel had started possessing her more and more. Sure she should be pleased the archangel didn’t wear her 100% of the time but suddenly finding herself covered in blood three states from home was getting agitating.

Grace had spent most of the morning at home doing pretty much nothing but she couldn’t hang out at home any more. She stepped out and started wandering the streets just to alleviate the boredom. One moment she was skipping around a corner then WHAM, she slammed right into the guy. “I’m so sorry-!” she began but suddenly she was gone.

Grace was shoved out of her own body more or less as Ramiel took over. Ramiel smiled brightly, throwing her arms around Gabriel. “Big brother!” she cheered brightly then pulled away. The Archangel Ramiel hadn’t seen her brother in a LONG time.

Gabriel hadn’t been paying attention, more looking around the city and just taking everything in. After being dead, though he couldn’t remember a lick of it, it felt good to be out in the world again. That much he did know.

"Shit!" He spat when someone suddenly ran into him. "Hey, it’s alright I…" Gabriel was slammed with the Grace of his sibling. Wow, was his wiring off because he should have felt Ramiel from a mile away. Angel Radio on or not.

"Ramiel?" He had to confirm it with himself, pulling himself back just a little. "Woah. What…" Gabriel chuckled and pulled her back for a hug. He honestly hadn’t expected such a positive response from one of his siblings, figuring his name had been slandered like… He shook the thought from his head before the panic and bile rose in his throat much further. "How’re you, squirt? It’s been a while."


Guidelines to Roleplaying with Gabriel and I

Just a few guidelines that are good to know about roleplaying with Gabriel and I on here.

  • If you ever want to roleplay with me and I fail to think of a starter (because I am TERRIBLE at starters) or greet you, don’t hesitate to ask or tag me in a starter or message me about plotting! I’ve never turned down a roleplay, and I’m a very laid back person normally.
  • If I haven’t replied to our thread in a while it’s not because I decided to just end it or hate you. It’s probably because I either didn’t see the notification, haven’t gotten to it yet, or thought I replied already. Just give me a nudge in my inbox and I’ll find it again.
  • Reading Gabe’s about me and headcanons are a brilliant thing before starting a thread. 
  • I tend to do more paragraph roleplaying instead of one sentence roleplaying. I read a lot, so my prose tends to show. You don’t have to do the same amount as me if you don’t want to. I’ll do anything from a few sentences to 6+ paragraphs.
  • As for shipping and such, I am a big multi-shipper with no hate sent to any others. There’s not much I WON’T ship, and I am more than willing to talk about Gabriel being in a relationship. I won’t force a relationship if Gabriel doesn’t like the character, though. So please, don’t force a ship on me.
  • God modding is a pet peeve of mine. I don’t control your muse, you don’t control mine. Sometimes a little modding is needed to move the plot along (like moving from one place to another in flight), and I don’t mind discussing it out of character beforehand.
  • Smut will happen. When it happens is honestly up to Gabriel. Most of the time it may not happen until far along in the thread, unless discussed beforehand for the plot.
  • All smut will be tagged ‘nsfw’. I won’t put them under ‘read more’s unless you ask me to. If that’s the case, then I am more than happy to.
  • Gabriel is not my first blog, nor the one I will be focusing on the most. I have three other roleplaying blogs, one of which I spend a lot of time while the other two are around for a few threads. If I don’t reply to our threads in a week or so and I’m not away for some reason, feel free to give me a gentle nudge.

Other than that, if you guys ever need someone to talk to or want to be friends, I am always open for talking to! I’ll listen to your problems and won’t judge you in the slightest. I’ll offer help to the best of my ability, or be throwing shinies in your face to make you smile and take your mind off of it.

My skype is kitsusilverblade. I’m always online when I’m on my laptop, unless playing Minecraft. 

Questions? Comments? My askbox is always open, though anon is not always on.


//fallen-from-heavens

Gabriel looked up, feeling the familiar Grace of an angel he raised. He grinned. “Hey br…” He stopped when he noticed the new vessel. “Look who got a face lift. Like the new vessel, Castiel.”


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Gabriel popped another piece of candy in his mouth before shoving his hand back into his jacket pocket. A few months above ground and not much seems to have changed. The world was still here, so he knows the Winchesters must have stopped the Apocalypse, so that was good. He’d checked Heaven’s radio, but quickly shut it off for all the screaming about Castiel an the tablets. The archangel figured it was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan again.

Not that he was involving himself again. Nope. Wasn’t going to happen. Dying hurt. He wasn’t planning on doing that ever again.

Ever.

Again.

Wasn’t going to happen.

Teeth crunched the watermelon flavoured treat, letting the sour powder inside it coat his tongue and mingle with the actually sweet bits of candy as he stood at a pedestrian crossing. Mixing in with the humans he inadvertently helped save, and they knew no different.

With Heaven busy, he buried his Grace deep inside himself to hide, because there were sights to see. Tricks to catch up on. To find someplace to use as a home-base again.

The city was always the best place to hide, and surprise those who might not be looking who weren’t so bad after all.


Gabriel can play instruments…

…of many different kinds, especially when it comes to brass instruments. For obvious reasons. He has a love for the “different” instruments, though. Like bagpipes, French horns, tiny pianos, and especially ukuleles and mandolins.

He owns three ukuleles and two mandolins. When he’s bored, he’ll snap up his mahogany concert ukulele (pic) and play anything that comes to mind.

Gabriel can also sing. He was one of the angels in Heaven’s Choir, after all, and is quite proud of his vocal range. Have to train those vocal chords at a young age to be able to announce the presence of God.

Or just scare the neighbour’s dog.


The Man Who Sold The World||Gabriel and Sam

The humidity was stifling. The stench of blood, torment, death hung just as thick in the air. Gabriel hated it, though he could do nothing about it. Bound to a chair, wounds healing badly and the fresher ones still oozing blood. Sweat and grime caked his body, plastering his hair to his head and face. Golden eyes were hazy, unfocused, or they were when he was conscious.

Gabriel remembered waking up inside the ruins of Elysian Fields to the touches of someone else. Someone not kind. Being jerked to his feet, drug away. Why he couldn’t fight it, he couldn’t say.

All he knows is, when the fog clears in his mind a little, is that he is in pain. Everything hurts. Tears are hot. Then he prays.

He prays to God. The missing Father who never answers.

He prays someone will find him. One name sticks out in his mind. Through all the muck and smoke.

"Sam."

Every day, in and out. Being bled and used as a chew toy. He’s given up screaming now, just whines when they come in to feed. He’ll wake up during it, then pass out by the end of it from just how much it hurts. Tears will flow, he’ll quietly beg for them to stop. When they leave, he prays until unconsciousness comes again. Prays and says the name he never realizes. The name of the man who he cared for before he died, but never got to say.

"Sam."


Sweet Treats and Random Human-ish Things

Gabriel still loves his sweets, but it does go deeper than that. He is a foodie. Gabriel LOVES food, and all the nuances of making it and enjoying the end product. Over the years, he’s learned to cook a lot of things. What Gabriel excels in, of course, is sweets. Candy, cakes, cookies, you name it and it’s sweet? He can make it.

Gabriel’s ideal meal: Lightly blackened ahi tuna sashimi for an appetizer, grilled rosemary and garlic crusted leg of lamb with freshly steamed season vegetables for an entree, and a deliciously dark and sinful Devil’s Food cake with raspberries. All paired with the right wines to compliment, of course.

The archangel loves his music. It comes from one of the brothers who helped raise him who was deeply involved with music in Heaven. There’s not much Gabriel WON’T listen to. A lot of rap and hip hop he won’t touch, as well as some older country. His favourite decades for music tends to be the 70s and 80s. He loves Asia (evident from the Mystery Spot event), Supertramp, Electric Light Orchestra, and Rush.

Gabriel also loves television, movies, and comic books. He tries to keep up with the latest TV show and movies, though he has a lot to catch up on now.