OOC: 

Okay, I really hate to do this and I’m really sorry, but I think I’m going to have to go on an indefinite hiatus on this blog. My life commitments are piling up, and while I adore both Gabriel and roleplaying, this season has made me really dislike Supernatural in general; it upsets me to the point of it being difficult to function healthily and I need to get away from that for awhile.

I’m sure I’ll be back at some point, but until then thank you all for the wonderful threads, I’ll miss you all! <3

askcastiel:

That… is really good to hear. *nods his head a little before he falls silent again* …I… am cut off from Heaven.

-smiles maybe a little too fondly to herself, but it doesn’t last long at that news- You’re—

Why?

hailtheboyking:

Sam looked at the woman before him. He hadn’t met her before, but there was something oddly familiar about her. It wasn’t until she spoke that it completely hit him.

But it couldn’t be. Could it? Then it wouldn’t be the first time held changed forms to trick them. 

“Loki?” The trickster that had made life a living hell last time they’d met. Just to teach him a ‘lesson’. Not that Sam had learned from it. He hadn’t been able to let Dean go. 

“If that’s what you wanna call me, sure,” Gabriel replied coolly. She certainly wasn’t angry enough to try and start anything, not with Hell’s golden child; not now, at least. Before he’d been halfways fun to poke at, but now she wasn’t quite sure it’d end in her favor. 

“I did warn you, y’know, you can’t say you went into it blind.” Her tone was a little flippant, but her eyes were just as hard as ever, and she shifted just slightly, pre-emptively defensive. Just in case.

the—scapegoat:

He really ought to get back to the motel room; who knows who this woman was? A demon, maybe, with her seeming familiarity with him? The book’s tucked under his arm before she can get a proper look at the text. 

Angel—pagan? “Holy—holy crap, Gabriel?” His tone is exasperated, his eyes just a bit wary as he takes a small fraction of a step back; he—now she—was always a strange one, and Sam was never quite sure which side (s)he was on. “Gabriel—or, Gabrielle, I guess? How did you manage that? There was that…tape, and everything. You were dead.”

The suspicion was a good sign, Gabriel figured; it meant Sam was keeping on his toes, which was nice to know. Sad as it was, she wasn’t the most dangerous thing on the planet anymore; and while she was sure spending day and night ensuring the Winchesters didn’t bite the dust too early was oodles of fun, she’d leave it to Castiel, if he still had the juice.

“Nice guess,” she returned, Sam’s exasperation countered with her own amusement. “It’s still Gabriel, though, and….yeah, well. Almost dead, more like. For a while, too, coming back from that was a bitch and a half.” Her smile’s a little less cheerful at the memory of the far-too-long spent useless and vulnerable, but it’d done the trick and save for a scar and some minor warping of her Grace, she was back on her feet. Mostly.

barelymissedhistory-rp:

A Group Which Barely Missed History Class
➤ a modern day les misérables rpg set in nyc

Hello, and welcome to Abelard University, one of the most prestigious universities in New York!

So you didn’t get into NYU… that’s okay! Abelard is home to many fine students and brilliant professors, and we’ll sure you’ll love your time with us. We must warn you, though, that there are rumors of administrative changes and the president of the university is on the outs. But everybody loves a scandal, right?

How much trouble can you get into freshman year? Let’s find out.

Abelard University
Brooklyn, NY

main . rules . characters . application . campus map

askcastiel:

*stays silent at that comment, his brows still furrowed* …I am doing fine. What about you?

I’m pretty good, all things considered. What’ve you been getting up to?

[ hey y’all

it’s end of term and i am swamped with work, so i’m gonna be scarce on this blog; i’ll reply to all my threads when i get a free moment, but chances are i’m going to be as absentee from here for the next few days/week as i’ve been over the weekend.

i’ll be back though once i’m done!

xoxoxoxo,

nat ]

thenhumorme:

Probably, but yeah.

-shoots him a somewhat uncharacteristically kind smile- Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you. 

hailtheboyking started following you

  It wasn’t as if Gabriel meant to stare; it was just an instinctive reaction to the…offness.

If she was honest with herself, it was kind of a piss-off that he seemed to be radiating Hell. 

“So,” she greeted, her tone perhaps a little hardened, “do I get to say I told you so in Broward County?”

thenhumorme:

Eh…I mean, you’re welcomed to? As long as I get a promise I won’t be hearing Heat of Moment, or turned into the Impala…

-laughs quietly- That’d probably be counterproductive, I think.