#winged messenger

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« L'Espérance » (The Hope) by Luc-Olivier Merson and Charles Girault

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Legends of Runeterra - The Darkin Saga: World Ender Mihira, Aspect of Justice - Divine Clerk - Seraphic Wyvern - Lawkeeper - Winged Messenger

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Wikipedia : Georg Janny

Wikimedia Commons : the whole painting

An Allegory of Power by Georg Janny  (1864-1935)  

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[Medicine]

"The Caduceus. Commonly mixed up with the Rod of Asclepius."

Guys I think it'd be really funny if Pharma and Ratchet had the same voice

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Thinking about how 2016 was like literally the best time of my life when it came to my interests like:

-Haikyuu Season 2 episodes came out on like Tuesdays (I would literally be waiting for the schoolbus after school watching the new episodes shaking so bad because I was excited)

-Yuri on ice episodes coming out on Thursdays (and the kiss being spoiled on tumblr before I got to watch the actual episode,, and then me accidentally spoiling it for my friend bc I reblogged like every post w the kiss I saw)

- RWBY volume 3 on Sundays but seeing spoilers on tumblr the day before bc people that had roosterteeth subscriptions couldn't wait one day 😭😭

-Miraculous ladybug episodes being released on youtube in like parts in the French dub and I'd have to watch it before my mom would make me get up to start cleaning

-BTS released their wings album and the whole conspiracy that Jin was gonna leave the band bc of "awake" and the lyrics 'I can never fly' even tho the album was called wings. And then me only listening to BTS that entire year

-o yah and Steven universe releasing "Steven bombs" like once in a blue moon and me dying for more progress in the story only for it to be like 6 episodes about the fucking mailman, and me truly believing that Lapis Lazuli was secretly Blue Diamond

-O yah and playing mystic messenger for the first time and deadass falling in love with Yoosung

I would do anything to go back to that year I swear 😭😭

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Wikipedia : Rockwell Kent

Rockwell Kent Peace oath, 1967

[otomiyaa]

I have a type?

@lovelynim rightfully called me out the other day, my type is showing.

[inushimas]

don't forget who paved the way

[imaginal-ai]

"Mikail" (0002)

(More of The Divine Helper Series)

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studies : Čiurlionistics

The Angel

Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis

pastel on paper, 1905

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So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; And, pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.

— Joseph Addison

[artbyanca]

So I came across this little vase painting of Iris with baby Hermes and I just had to do it in my style. I don't know the context of the original artwork, I haven't been able to find anything about Hermes being raised by Iris or a version where Iris was his mother instead of Maia, so let's just call it veteran herald showing the new baby the ropes.

[astral-schools]

enjoy your stay!

[sunnydayaoe]

Even gods of destruction get eepy sometimes.

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Hey, could I request a trans (ftm) and Gabriel fic perferrably with a wing kink/preening?

Thank you so much for the request. I think I went through like four iterations until I felt it was what the wonderful user wanted. I feel very honored for the request. I hope it is what you wanted. ❤️💛

Request: Gabriel x ftm Reader, Wing Preening

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,073

Summary: Gabriel flirts his way into getting his husband to assist preening his wings.

A/N: I suck at titles. Hush.

I want to thank @mochatheangelkiller for their help.

Gabriel walked into the bedroom shirtless, in boxer briefs, and with his golden wings folded behind him. “Hey,” he said to Y/N, flirtatiously.

Y/N looked up from his book with a small smile upon seeing Gabe as he was. “Do you need something?” He asks, teasingly.

Gabriel saunters in, raising his wings up and about, a mating display, he knows that Y/N likes to see, especially once the archangel explained them. He finds Gabriel’s wings beautiful and loves to touch the soft feathers when Gabe has them out.

Y/N grins, wondering if Gabe is trying to seduce him or wanting him to help preen him. He knows his archangel boyfriend likes to seduce and tease, sometimes at the same time.

Gabriel crawled onto their four-poster bed towards Y/N. He put his book down on the nightstand waiting to see what the lovely golden-eyed angel does.

Y/N quirks a brow at Gabriel, their smile relaxes watching the angel’s movements.

The messenger of god straddles Y/N's comforter-covered thighs and wraps his hands around his neck.

“Gabriel,” warns Y/N. He crosses his arms, not reciprocating Gabriel’s advances.

The archangel rolls his eyes and crosses his arm. “Ok. Ok. I need help with my wings,” he mumbles sheepishly.

Y/N’s face softens, leans forward, and places a chaste kiss on Gabriel’s lips. “The word is ‘preen’.”

“I’m not calling it that,” the Angel pouted.

Y/N grins, amused. It’s an argument the Y/N uses to tease the Angel since it’s hard to tease The Trickster who claimed to be Loki, Norse God.

“Go on, sit down,” Y/N pats next to them and slides off their side of the bed so Gabriel can spread out one of his wings to allow Y/N to work. He goes over to their laptop on the desk and puts on their usual playlist for preening.

Returning, Y/N begins first with the left wing by straightening and ‘zipping’ feathers before gently removing loose ones. Gabriel shivers at the initial contact and relaxes into his touch. The messenger sighs in contentment. Y/N smiles at the sound and then focuses on the task at hand. The gentle movements and massaging stimulation the oil glands throughout the wing and on Gabriel’s back. Knowing where they are across his boyfriend’s wing, Y/N begins to slowly spread the oil and then skims their hands down Gabriel’s back. He can feel goosebumps rise at their touch along the Angel’s back as they collect more oil. He coats the oil on each feather as the youngest archangel showed them.

It’s so easy to do the task and just relax especially with the instrumental music playlist. The scent of the oil permeates the air: a sweet, clover-like scent, honeysuckle with a hint of tobacco. Y/N takes a deep breath and just loves the scent that embodies the one who has their heart. Their nipples tighten under their T-shirt and feel themselves becoming aroused.

“I love you, Gabriel.” He smiles as he works on the front of the left wing.

“I love you too, hot stuff.”

Y/N chuckles at the angel’s endearment for them.

“You doing okay?” He asks, worried that holding the wing up may be tiresome for the angel.

“I’m good,” Gabriel responds, confidently.

There is a pile of broken and loose feathers next to the man. He takes them and puts them on Gabriel’s nightstand.

“Okay, swap sides.”

Gabriel folds his wing back and moves to sit on the left side to allow Y/N to work on the right wing. Gabriel spreads the wing out, and Y/N gets on the bed and starts again. Straightening and ‘zipping’ the feathers back followed by removing loose feathers, making another pile.

Y/N has always been affected by Gabriel’s scent. His arousal simmering as they work on the other side of the wing. He can see that Gabriel is just as affected as he is if the bulge in his underwear is anything to go by.

“Enjoying yourself?” Y/N teases.

Gabriel looks at them as his eyes remain on the wing. “What do you think?”

Y/N grins, wide, at the returned tease. He slows down about halfway done with the inside of the right wing. He relaxes his face, trying to seem focused on the task and not trying to ignore their arousal. Breathing deep and slowly doesn’t exactly help, it does help them focus. They have a goal in mind with Gabriel’s progressive bulge.

Gabriel presses on his hardness over his boxer briefs.

Y/N reaches over and smacks his hand. “No,” he commands.

Gabriel whines, pursing his lips into a frown.

“Patience, Angel.”

“You know I can't do that.”

Y/N chuckles. “Liar. You waited for me.”

Gabriel smiles and rolls his golden eyes. “True,” he quietly agrees. “You were worth it.”

Y/N smiles, feeling heat rise to their cheeks, as they continue along the ‘arm’ oiling the feathers.

Gabriel shivers through his wings.

Y/N grins, wickedly. He knee-walks and straddles Gabriel.

“He-llo,” Gabriel greets and wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist.

“Hey,” Y/N greets back. He wraps his arms around the angel’s shoulders and grounds down on the angel.

He throws his head back and groans. Y/N leans forward and sucks marks along the angel’s tendon, his neck nipping, laying kitten licks, and soothing them. He slides his hands down Gabriel’s back to the main oil glands and presses on them drawing a gasp from him as he arches his back.

Y/N leans forward, lips against his ear. “You like that, Angel?”

Gabriel is panting and pushes his hips upward, two pieces of cloth separating their bodies. Y/N hums in pleasure, leans back, and takes off his shirt, revealing two silver scars across their chest from their top surgery. The Angel’s hand comes up and traces them like he does every time. He revels in Y/N’s bravery, determination, and resilience. The scars speak so much of Y/N’s past struggles and knows how lucky he is to call him his.

Y/N bites his lower lip, his eyes watching the awe on Gabriel’s face the angel has every single time. He smiles at his angel.

“Gabriel,” he whispers.

The angel looks at him, pupil large with a sliver of golden at the edges. Y/N smiles, ready for so much more.

Want me to write more? Let me know. I would love to hear from you. 📝❤️

[officiallordvetinari]

The funniest thing in the Silmarillion is when Sauron is described as "lord of werewolves" and names his stronghold the Isle of Werewolves, and you just have to be like "Ok. I guess they have those." And then in the next chapter you hear about how Beren was tormented by wolves in Sauron's dungeon, and how his lover Lúthien came to free him with a great wolfhound, and how Sauron sent greater and greater wolves to stop them, and you start to think "Oh, so these are just big evil wolves? Likely thing for Sauron to have actually." And then Sauron takes the form of a werewolf himself, and you get so caught up in the drama of this great battle between wolf and dog that you forget the initial incongruity of the term "werewolf" entirely. So finally the dog has Sauron pinned and Lúthien forces him to surrender the island, and then...

Sauron flies away in the form of a vampire.