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ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɢᴀᴅʀᴇᴇʟ. ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴅᴇɴ. ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ. ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ. ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ. ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴄᴡ'ꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ .ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅɪᴀ.

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new blog meaning NEW STARTER CALL! so simply click the heart and like this post for a starter from the angel gadreel. reminder that gadreel canonically died in season 9. if you want current seasons, do please let me know as I fuzzy on s9.

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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gcldenichor​:

It’s a shame to think of that, to think of Gadreel being forced to make those decisions and to abide by the orders handed down from the highest of authorities. It was selfish too to think that no one could understand, that no one could relate to being given such responsibility. 

“Perhaps you would have,” Michael nodded. “Or perhaps you would have found a better way than I did, a more fair and just way. I think, sometimes, that a few of you could have.” 

It was more than Michael usually was willing to admit, but there was a heavy truth in his words. While he knew no one could understand the weight of Father’s orders, the pain of carrying them out without question, he had thought that perhaps others were better suited for the job. Perhaps Gadreel would have questioned things more, lead a different and better way than he had.

“Who dictates what is just and what is fair, brother? His will, and you were abiding by such.“ he might be bitter on that subject, but he is also aware that michael was one who followed the orders, and not just because michael was a soldier, but because michael was a good son. that was the tale everyone heard. even gadreel, in his billions of years confided, gadreel knew.

There is a pause as Gadreel simply frowns, looking away in deep thought. “I would never presume to be a better leader. I trained under you, Michael. And look at my fellow warriors. the grigori, gone, monstrous.” a disgrace to heaven. “No. I stopped presuming a long time ago.” Presuming the best had gotten him into this mess.

He looks at humanity’s failures and he sees himself. His fault, letting the serpent seduce eve with knowledge out of time and sweet words.

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gadreel and anna were probably one cell away from one another in heaven.

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hello i’m here too and i want things ok. gimme things.

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hello i’m here too and i want things ok. gimme things.

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smmie isn’t there one weird gadreel kin blog that reblogs like every single one of your hc things w tags that say ‘you get it’ on every one

yep, and honestly, I hardly noticed because I usually just stay on the dash and don’t see the activity but I saw it yesterday. honestly.

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I come back for my night round here to see personal blogs reblogging my hesdcanons. PLEASE DON'T.

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sanctuhs you're on your own, buddy :/

you keep doing this, michael.

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gadreel, praying someone shows up to save him from the big bad leviathan.

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spnevils if he left for milk when you were 3 and never came back is he even your dad gadreel cmon

i’m not supposed to do things without asking for permission. sorry.

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sanctuhs ; ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ & ɢᴀᴅʀᴇᴇʟ.

𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒, 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖. gadreel, former guard of the garden, a grigori, was created as a leader but even then, he had superiors. archangels - heaven’s mighty force - his superiors in many ways. his head glance down and bows, involuntary so, but he had never rebelled against the plan. his fall was against his will and he was tricked to become a renegade in heaven’s eyes. michael’s is the first of all, their prince and commander. gadreel remembers a time, when he fought side by side; his second. but that was a long time ago. “michael.” familiar name, too familiar. he had prayed plenty of times to his eldest. prayed for release and be forgiven. when the torture began, he had prayed again. but it was to no prevail. if he is bitter, gadreel does a great job of showing no emotions. he got that from michael. “am I being taken away?” locked again, perhaps. he is resigned. heaven wants him gone still. perhaps, he no longer cares. 

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spnevils dick vc: im licking my lips bc im preparing to talk to you. not because i want to eat your frontal lobe. c'mon, we're all friends here

lemme ask my dad real quick. 

@ethreali dad the leviathan wants to speak to me.

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spnevils dick vc: cmere flyboy-

that sounds ominous and dangerous. I’ll pass

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all my angel muses are dead, are dormant, except gadreel for some reason.

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technically, you were the one that most people thought would be a serial killer.

“. . .what’s is that supposed to mean?“ how could he a serial killer in any capacity? concepts as such don’t belong in the angel’s world. vessel’s eyes frown upon. “I have never killed anyone. human.”

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hello i’m here too and i want things ok. gimme things.