Tag Yourself (Archangel Edition)

My kale

-the Mom Friend™
-judges everyone
-always looks calm and collected
-internally scrEAMING
-gets advice from cracker jack boxes


-needs attention 24/7 for survival
-has never once used an ‘indoor voice’, probably has never heard of the concept
-the Vodka Aunt™
-has a sarcastic comment for EvERYTHiNG
-thinks they’re hot stuff


-has no time for your shit
-the voice of reason
-the Smartest™
-constantly ignored
-Will beat u up in a dirty ally for looking at them the wrong way
-likes wearing dresses and makeup


-will fight u
-makes fun of inappropriate things
-randomly giggles at stuff they saw 3 years ago
-actual anime character
-thinks playing dead is cool

Hi, Momma.

(Series Masterlist)

Summary: Be the mother of all angels isn’t easy, specially if they’re already adults. 
a.k.a. = The written proof that if the angels had a mother, the apocalypse would be solved in less than an hour.
Pairing: Chuck x Reader
Prompt: Imagine being able to see every Angels’ wings because you’re Chuck’s Mate. Thus making you mother of all angels and them being very protective of you. - @dirtysupernaturalimagines (x)
Characters: Reader, Gabriel, Mentions of God!Chuck,  Raphael, Lucifer, Michael, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley
Warnings: Mom!Reader;
Word counting: 1.5k words

(Series Masterlist)

“Gabriel.” You called.

The young archangel’s whiskey eyes widened when he heard your voice, and he dropped the weird animal behind him, trying to hide it with his figure and wings.

“Hi, momma.”

“What is it behind you?”  You asked calmly.

Keep reading

  • Chuck: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
  • Michael: I did. I broke it...
  • Chuck: No. No, you didn’t. Gabriel?
  • Gabriel: Don’t look at me. Look at Lucifer.
  • Lucifer: What?! I didn’t break it.
  • Gabriel: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Lucifer: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Gabriel: Suspicious.
  • Lucifer: No it’s not!
  • Metatron: If it matters, probably not... Amara was the last one to use it.
  • Amara: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Metatron: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Amara: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Metatron!
  • Michael: Alright let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Dad.
  • Chuck: No. Who broke it?
  • Lucifer: [whispering] Dad, Raphael's been awfully quiet...
  • Raphael: Really?!
  • Gabriel: Yeah, really!
  • Chuck: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it.
  • I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
  • Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.