#angelposts

[fallenangel8906]

Theres something so unexplainably poetic about fingering a boy on his period. Like wdym I get to be covered in his blood while he moans this is the best thing ever!!!

[angelvvrath]

god made me trans to realize that it was me with the slutty male waist

[bedtime-angel]

Dream journal, 6/8/23

1. My mum was one of the mimics from vita carnis, and she was mostly controlled. Because she only consumed human flesh, she would allocate an hour a day to what she called "me time"- we'd all scatter to safe rooms around the house or our workplaces, and wait out the timing. We had to hide very well, because since she knew our faces, she would hunt for us first. I always tried not to resent her for it, but I could never quite get past it. I also knew that it wouldn't work forever, because the more time you spend around a mimic, the more likely they are to target you specifically, and I'd spent my entire life around her. I remember a specific moment, when I was hiding in a basement classroom in university, waiting out the timer, when I realised that she'd be more likely to attack if I had no easy escape route.

2. I was staying at a caravan camp and I taught abdominal self massage to this elf guy who kept getting sick from human food. It was pleasant and sunny. My mum was still a mimic though.

[pigswithwings]

watch as the freshly hatched angel unfolds its wings... it is exceedingly clumsy, which is only natural given its newness to the world. see - oh. okay the angel appears to have fallen the fuck over. can somebody please pick it up we're trying to film a professional documentary here

[porcelanitaa]

[beepshroom]

[luetta]

capturing angels is easy. snipe them from the skies, break their halos, and watch the divine light fade from their eyes as you turn them into fleshlights.

capturing a seraph is harder.

they live in the upper atmosphere, far beyond reach. luckily nothing grabs their attention better than desecrating nature. you’ll have one hovering above you the moment you start pouring oil into the river.

but they’re invisible, they don’t actually do anything. they just watch with seething rage. but you can tell where they are, if you look carefully at the ripples in the sky. and they can be speargunned like any other piece of meat, they’re not intangible.

but they’re fast. once they get hit they’ll try to fly away, faster than you can blink. but it’s against their code to break something holy. that’s why i soaked the speargun rope in the blood of that drunk priest. it simply can’t snap the rope.

it’ll try attack you now, lifting it’s veil of invisibility and showing you it’s form. it’s beautiful, it’s blinding. that’s why we wear these industrial goggles to block most of its rays.

after the initial blast of light, you can see it’s true form. a 3m tall body of white porcelain, with undulating red spirals flowing from her talons. 3 halos, 2 pairs of wings, 6 uncaring eyes. it tries to attack us, shred us to pieces. but with a few more unbreakable spears, she’s essentially pinned in place.

it lets out a screech, attracting other seraphs. they come, but they just watch from afar. the leaves of all the trees nearby shrivel up. putting 2 pikes into her main wings, she can’t move. turning her head to look at us like an owl, she starts to speak.

“SURRENDIPITY. AMALGAMATION. DESECRATION. VOLITION. QUINTESSENCE.”

it’s best to just ignore them during this part. and instead just focus on the halos. that’s the target.

striking it with tools - sparks flying off - it’s amazing how much these floating discs feel like they’re anchored in place. they simply don’t react. but that’s a boon in our favour, not theirs. it means, eventually, they’ll shatter. if they warped it’d be exponentially harder to destroy.

eventually, the first one breaks with the help of a winch attached to the truck.

the seraph starts to struggle against her binds now, strange new feelings of danger making it panic.

“LIGHT FLOW BEAUTY RESIST ERODE TRANQUILITY. WATER AIR SPLIT GROW RECEDE. MAPLE LIMESTONE WIND TIDE BLOOD.”

the second halo breaks.

“SMOKE FIRE WAR WAR WAR. SHARK DARKNESS DEATH. MISERY. BLOODSHED. FEAR. TERROR. ACID BLINDNESS DECAY.”

the last halo cracks, it’s about to give out. the seraph is straining against the spears, shaking, desperate emotion in her eyes.

“LOVE WISDOM HAPPINESS. JOY PROSPERITY ENDLESS. RAINDROPS. YOURS. OWNERSHIP SUBJUGATION FREEDOM. LOVE EMPATHY ENVY PLEASURE RESPITE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. HOSPITALITY. INTIMACY. MERCY.”

the halo shatters to a million pieces. the area is no longer illuminated by some unseen source. the ripples in the sky disappear, the watchers retreat, uninterested now. the scared creature is speechless, her eyes wide and unbelieving. dirt now sticks to her body, instead of just sliding off. flesh instead of ceramic. we take the spears out, but bind her with ropes much harsher now. she’s still has strength, but it’s no longer unfathomable like it was.

now she’s just another fallen angel, about to learn the one thing divinity lacks, and humanity excels in. physicality. we have a lot of breaking in to do before she’s ready to join the other angels downtown. or perhaps i’ll find a private, permanent buyer. something like this would probably fetch enough to let us get out of this shithole finally.

as we throw her into its new room, a cold, stone room, with hooks in the walls to attach chains to, she speaks again.

“hurt. sadness. freedom fear anxiety. lost indecision hubris. mercy pain silence. separation beauty uncountability. exploration … limitations. unknown darkness fear. ”

“don’t worry darling. we’ll have you singing again in no time.”

[witchpassing]

notable categories of wing restraint

type A: elaborately adapted shibari ties, designed to showcase as much as restrict. true virtuosos of the art display their subjects in intricate midair suspensions, wings drawn out and set like the work of a taxidermist, birds hung in the hardpoint-to-hardpoint webs of unseen tarantulae. red rope is, as ever, a popular choice, complimenting or contrasting the plumage of most common morphs.

type B: gear, paired or monowing sheathes in canvas, latex, leather; claustrophobic, and thus best suited for punishment. harness-style binders are also available, if tactile access or an unpanicked angel is a concern.

type C: ratchet straps. you know, those things they use for lashing cargo to flatbeds? you can get them at any hardware store; some angels just don't deserve better.

[verity-hollow]

Have you ever seen an angel crash?

No, not that kind of crash, where an errant gust of wind or a Fall sends an angel hurtling into the ground, but an internal crash, a shutdown. We've seen dolls and drones of all kinds of construction break down. Limp yet rigid stillness, bluescreened visors and lcd eyes, the sounds and smells of burning wires, straining servos, broken gears.

But an angel crash is a whole other affair. It stops perfectly, fixed in place wherever it may be, airborne, grounded or underwater. It's eyes in a thousand yard stare, but one that pierces your heart at any range or angle, focused on every point in space at once No force may change this position unable to escape the halo it is bound to. Without its host to siphon off its excess light, the halo will expand and brighten, constantly generating more purpose that must be poured somewhere, into something. Should the angel fail to resume function, it may warp around this accretion disk of purpose becoming abstract and terrible. Further inability to reboot itself may cause the angel to be destroyed entirely, annihilated by its own lack of performance, and the failure to contain that entity that was its responsibility.

The halo will shatter and collapse, condensing into a geode of silver and starlight, and the density of its purpose will draw it deep into the earth.

[athayuna]

the "born as a tool/weapon, they slowly learn emotion and how to be human" archetype of character is inherently angelic btw

[fallenangel8906]

!!!Autistic x Autistic sex!!!

Turning some lights off so they don't get overstimulated. Taking breaks if it gets to be too much. Keeping some clothes on or taking all clothes depending on sensory issues. Constant check ins.

God Autistic sex is such a beautiful individualized experience that's so comforting and human it makes me happy.

[kittenwithabelle]

If someone pinned me down and grabbed my wings, forcing them back so that the area between them became a hole and then fucked it I would... Uh... That would be cool I think...

[bedtime-angel]

How has ANYONE ever gotten out of bed... it's so comfy!

[pigswithwings]

angels can be transgender but in the sense of like. hey i wish i had a body. hey i wish i wasn't made of light i wish i had flesh and blood. like you. i wish i had skin, i wish i had eyes. i wish i could tan. i wish i could get a tattoo. i wish i could be marked by the things that affected me, instead of being immortal and pure and unblemished. i wish i could show it. i wish i didn't have to go into battle and come out without a scratch, i wish i could fall and i wish i could scrape my knee. oh shit

[porcelanitaa]

[beepshroom]

it’s an angel…….