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Archangel Fucking Gabriel

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This blog is for Gabriel content, and also caters to angel-centric content in general, with the Metatron, Uriel, Sandalphon, and Michael! Feel free to submit your posts and I'll reblog them! Run by Dictionary.

Book Giveaway!

I’m doing a giveaway for my book, Heart of Stone!

Simply reblog this post - please note that  you must be following me. You can reblog multiple times to enter! 

Winner will be drawn on Tuesday 10th of November at 7pm UTC.

Please note that I will need to be able to DM the winner in some way in order to ascertain a delivery address, but if the winner would prefer an eBook instead, I’ll send an eBook to them and a friend! 

The year is 1764, and following a glowing recommendation from his last employer, Henry Coffey, vampire, takes on a new personal secretary: young Theophilus Essex. The man is quite unlike any secretary - or any man, for that matter - that Henry has ever met. — ‘Heart of Stone’ is a slowly unfolding period romance between a vampire and his inimitably devoted clerk: lushly depicted in flowing, lovingly appended prose, we follow the slow understanding these two men grasp of one another, and the cross of their two worlds into each other’s. Heart of Stone on GoodReads / Simultaneous Giveaway on Twitter - and yes, you can enter both!

Disappointed with Supernatural?

Has this final Destiel disappointment left you with a bad taste in your mouth?

Do you wish you could have content with real gay angels, where none of the angels get killed for being gay? A complicated relationship between a fallen angel who makes more than questionable decisions and a depressed, exhausted human who ends up having faith in him? A depressed, exhausted human with daddy issues out the wazoo, I might add?

Do you want complicated politics and discussions between angels? Do you want an exploration of the intersection between human religion and angelic existence? 

Do you want sibling dynamics? Do you want the difficulty between genuine moral differences and the desperate love and loyalty to one’s brothers?

Would you like an angel who is transgender, and is never misgendered, or attacked because he is trans?

Do you like dark humour, fucked-up situations, and generally, a lot of extremely gay shit? 

Might I suggest my ongoing original fic, Powder and Feathers, which currently stands at 75k+, and is being updated regularly with a view to be completed before the end of the year? Written by an actual gay trans man, and not by the clown squad at Supernatural?

Read on Ao3 / Read on Wattpad / Read on Medium

just a reminder that I don't do Good Omens anymore but I publish original stuff!

Anonymous asked:

Do you think angels moult their feathers? Just imagine one of the other Archangels popping into Michael's office and seeing feathers everywhere because she's moulting.

I actually do think angels moult their feathers, but it’s probably on a continuous basis, as well as a seasonal big moult, like birds have. With that said, though, I don’t know how often that season would be - most actual birds moult once a year or more, but I imagine angels would be a bit different.

So like, when you have your feathers on wings, what’s happening is that they’re constantly wearing out and being replaced, just like hair is - new feathers grow in the place of the old ones, and one of the big centres for wing grooming is in removing feathers that are old or dirty or that have gotten bent and letting the new ones grow in. 

That’s also why preen oil (which in wing fic is usually called wing oil, and secreted from the base of the shoulders, but in actual birds is secreted from the uropygial gland at the base of the tail, is so important - the specific point of the oil depends on the birds (e.g. water birds would have a different base than land birds, but it depends on bird size, location, etc), but all kinds of different birds secrete it. So if you ever have a bird thump against or land on your windscreen or your window, you’ll sometimes see the greasy mark they’ve left with the marks of their feathers, and that’s from the preen oil. 

There are a few different reasons for that oil, like… For some it contains pheromones, so for mating and courtship reasons (for fanfic purposes, you can use that to explain the scent of wings etc); for some it’s for general feather moving so like… To basically put everything neatly in its place?

If you look at a feather:

See how it’s not just one unit, but lots of individual fibres, called barbs, running along the quill? Part of the purpose of preen oil is to allow birds to easily put all those fibres back into the position they should be in, for the best aerodynamic flow - if you pick up a feather on the ground, sometimes you’ll see that all of the barbs are facing different directions rather than running all smoothly in the same direction, which is a mess for the wings, but if you have a little grease, just as if you were trying to push your hair into a certain position, you have an easier time fixing it.

Then you have like… So the oil can make it more difficult for mites and similar little parasitic bugs to catch hold, and oil could also be important for waterproofing purposes, like in swans or other water birds. 

Flamingos actually secrete coloured preen oil, and so when they apply it it gives them a brighter pink colour? So they usually add that bit of make-up in certain spots to brighten up the feathers.

So on top of the wing oil and the basic expectation of different kinds of feathers, like your primaries, coverts, alulas, scapulas, etc, I’d also generally expect from well-written wings to see like, the regular moulting of feathers, but with the big moult, like…

So birds look SO GROSS when they moult, and it’s hilarious. Some birds actually end up flightless during their moulting period, but generally they all look a bit grim and tend to be a bit more clumsy and vulnerable, so they’re normally close to home and that. Big swathes of feathers all come out, but it’s a drawn-out process that takes a while, and birds usually help it along by plucking out the feathers that need to go, but they obviously need to keep most at a time? They can’t just walk around completely bald, like, they’d freeze to death.  

As you can imagine though, it takes a huge amount of like, food and stored-up energy to go through a wing moult because they’re taking off a good fraction of their body and then growing it back, so it normally happens post-breeding season, once the important stuff (fucking and laying eggs) has been gotten out of the way, and like…

That’s an extremely funny concept, honestly. The angels finally fuck and then trigger this utterly miserable moulting period. 

One of the cool things in wing fic is that you can go with a lot of different directions, but I admit, one of the most disappointing things about the GO fandom tendency for me is how like… Non-material wings are, and how interesting body building is abandoned to instead make up more spiritual ideas of like, reaching into someone when you touch their wings, et cetera, which I just find to be a bit dull. Not a cop-out, per se, just that when everyone’s like “oh, you’re reaching into his spirit by touching his wings!” it just feels like people are trying to ignore how wings would actually be set up on a person. 

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every time i think of gabriel interacting with the human world in any capacity it’s just. new ways to break my ribs laughing.

  • gabriel making bright and happy small talk with an increasingly baffled waiter
  • gabriel wrestling with a self-check out machine
  • gabriel wrestling playfully with a check-out cashier
  • gabriel asking what a public bathroom is for and going in to observe
  • gabriel insisting aziraphale come with him to a cat café because you have to purchase something but he doesn’t eat or drink, so aziraphale can eat and drink while gabriel sits there, covered in cats
  • gabriel going swimming in the fucking arctic ocean and terrifying nature photographers and scientists alike when he gets into a fucking butterfly race with a polar bear
  • gabriel and beelzebub going on dates to butterfly gardens or insect houses and gabriel just sitting for hours, utterly entranced by all these animals
  • gabriel and sandalphon going shopping in your average outlet mall
  • gabriel and michael getting their hair and nails done together
  • gabriel bringing uriel around museums because his dumb ass can’t read and she likes the exhibits
  • gabriel and uriel going to fucking. karate classes or fencing classes and being their jock selves together
  • gabriel going skydiving
  • gabriel going caving
  • gabriel in a canoe
  • GABRIEL WRESTLING WITH AN UMBRELLA IN THE WIND

I’m torn between two ideas about how Beelzebub acts in the Ineffable Bureaucracy ship regarding expressing affection

  • Beelzebub rejecting any form of physical contact and intimacy, being violently independent, and snapping at Gabriel everytime he tries to so much as hold their hand (initially, at least). They have millennia worth of reputation to uphold.
  • Beelzebub demanding attention and physical contact consistently to assert their dominance over Gabriel i.e. Beelz pulling Gabe down to sit in their lap, Beelz making Gabe give them massages every time they’re alone, etc. Maybe they do this to embarrass Gabe for funzies.

And while I love both ideas, I feel like the former is more accurate. But the latter has more potential for dominant Beelzebub, which I am an absolute, unrepentant slut for.