#copper black wing archangel

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Domestic flight

In ‘Fancy Pigeons,’ Brendan Burden Captures the Flair of Underappreciated Birds

Top left: Crested pigeon. Top right: Copper black wing archangel. Bottom left: Egyptian swift. Bottom right: Crested pigeon

Ring necked dove

#brendan burden #photographer #domestic flight #pigeon #bird photography #nature #crested pigeon #copper black wing archangel #egyptian swift #ring necked dove

[theramseyloft]

Is there a reason Cheeto looks kinda…oily or more shiny in comparison to your other birds? His cere is pink and his feathers look greasy almost

That extra shine is a genetic trait called Grease Quill.

Probably the most extreme example is in the Archangel breed:

This copper black wing individual is an excellent example.

That green color isn't pigment. It's an optical illusion from the glossy shine of these pitch black feathers.

Cheeto is blushing in this picture.

A pigeons ceres turn very bright pink for the same reasons our cheeks flush: blood vessels at the surface of the skin dilate to increase blood flow.

Cheeto is an extremely excitable bird that gets worked up over attention and play the same way an agility dog gets excited to run a course.

He is difficult to get clear pictures of because his constant pacing, dancing, bowing, and launching into my arms wanting to be held make for a TON of motion blur.

By the finger of God, I got a single clear picture at the end of a nearly half hour session. XD

Bright blushing like this can be a stress indicator, just like extremely flushed cheeks on a human.

If your pigeon is blushing, look at the rest of their face and posture.

Is the bird dancing, cooing, curious about their surroundings... generally acting like a pigeon?

They're just excited.

Is the bird standing stiff and still, either poised to launch or hunched down?

Probably getting stressed. Time to head somewhere quiet and familiar.

Bright blushing with a cracked mouth and gular fluttering on an otherwise still bird with loose posture indicates that the pigeon is most likely overheated, and needs to immediately be either brought somewhere cooler, or given access to cold water to bathe in.

Pacing, blushing, and gular fluttering are signs that a pigeon is panicking in a circumstance it sees no escape from.

If a harnessed bird is having this reaction, stop whatever you are doing and go straight home with them. That bird needs to be done for the day.

This is why it's best to bring a team if you do events.

When one bird starts to express that they have had enough, they can be returned to their travel enclosure for a rest and some one who is fresh and ready to come out can have their turn.

[cypriathus]

Here's my version of Zerachiel!

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: I briefly mention pedophilia and talk about OCD.

Zurachoniel Absevomuthi is a self-confident, honest, and patient charismatic fallen hybrid between an archangel and a choir angel with a strong fondness for young children. He’s exceptionally compassionate and wise, and often behaves in an enthusiastic and cheerful way, trying to inspire positivity within others. However, he can come off as frustratingly boisterous, gullible, naive, and even mischievous at times. Despite the betrayal of his kind and his persistent loneliness, he tries to maintain an optimistic outlook on life. He’s a workaholic with intense loyalty in his relationships and materialistic desires. Due to his pragmatic nature, he’s concerned more with matters of fact than with what could or should be. He’s tenacious and stubborn when it comes to his responsibilities and love of music, but can make brash and clumsy decisions. Whenever he feels extremely stressed out or mentally exhausted, he tries to remain calm, bubbly, and stoic. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), possessing an irrational fear of contamination and misplacing items. He has a need for things to be orderly and balanced, and a difficult time dealing with uncertainty. He experiences unwanted, aggressive, and horrific thoughts about sexual objects, losing control, and harming himself and others. Zurachoniel tries to think of more pleasant thoughts, follows a strict cleaning and organising routine, and often demands reassurance.

He’s a 5’ 3” (160.02 cm) ectomorph with an inverted triangular figure, sloping shoulders, a square chest, and a mediocre musculature. He has pallid skin with cut marks on his thighs and greyish-brown freckles on his face, neck, hands, and feet. He has inverted T transgender mastectomy scars and a silvery birthmark that’s shaped like a long-haired comet on his lower right abdominopelvic quadrant. Zurachoniel’s side-swept hair is a silvery-green with messy surfer vibes, and he has sunburst soft maroon-salmon pink eyes with blue tapetum lucidum. He used to have two wings that mimic the natural hues of a purple starling, but changed into a glossy black with pink sheen after his fall. He has two tattoos: a fiery gyrfalcon emerging from an old-fashioned furnace and a blue serpent coiling around a golden trumpet on his right arm.

During his time in heaven, he wore a linen alb of shimmering blue-green with slight ripples and it reached above his mid-calves. Over his alb is a golden dalmatic that had embroidered designs of hibiscus flowers, rivers, shooting comets, turtle doves, and circles of fire. He wears a cashmere red-violet skirt with white ermine trim at the bottom and gilt-brass anklets. Around his waist was a metallic purple girdle of bluish-yellow bells, red grapes, and poet’s daffodils. He originally had a simple golden halo that gleamed with bright light, but that would turn into a smoky black with sharp spikes. After Zurachoniel’s fall from grace, he wears a tight broadcloth shirt of mine shaft and a viola bowtie with diagonal marigold stripes. He dons a fuzzy wuzzy brown tuxedo and dusty grey trousers with copper rust and pirate’s gold polka dots. He also has an acapulco formal V-neck vest and gypsum rose lace-ups with metallic blue bottoms. He carries around an acoustic guitar made from Hawaiian koa wood and a golden carnyx that has a bell styled in an open-mouthed dragon’s head. His gryphon-adorned thurible is tied to his black leather belt and his carnyx has a thin, yet sturdy shoulder strap.

Zurachoniel can manipulate holy music, fragrance, bitterness, and angels, and use omni-telepathy, meta-teleportation, and psychokinesis. His omniscience is nearly perfect, but various details and topics are mentally blocked. However, he possesses absolute knowledge on moons, the musical arts, and the apocalypse of each universe. He’s a master of singing and musical instruments, using his voice to purify negativity in those who are willing to listen. His physical strength and emotional intelligence is enhanced by prayers, and he can sense the coming of death and act of dying. He can create a violent firestorm and falling comets that poison rivers and water springs. He’s able to freeze the movement of the stars, moons, and the Sun, diminishing light and causing complete darkness during day and night. He has the ability to summon crowned locusts, earthquakes, hailstorms, lightning, and thunder. He can heal people of their physical and mental scars, and damage the souls of parents for their incompetence to protect and educate their children. Zurachoniel has dominion over the earth and purifying light, and can absorb addictions, night terrors, and memory problems.

FAMILY:

Unknown

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Zerachiel

Acrid Wyrm

Angel of Bitterness, Fractured Childhood, and Slow Healing

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s questioning and transgender

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Zurachoniel means “god has remembered” and Absevomuthi means “woodworm”.

He views door handles, empty sinks, and public toilets as sources of contamination.

He silently repeats a series of words in gibberish nonsense while doing unrelated tasks

When organising his clothing, antique items, books, and musical instruments, he always counts backwards and avoids the number 7.

During his time in Eylvhraszokjumni, he was a babysitter, an educator, and the leader of the choir angels.

He questioned the divine council on the unjust rules they impose on sinners and how some people were unfairly judged. The divine council weren’t impressed, so they orchestrated a plan to turn most of the angels against him by proclaiming that he’s a pedophile. They used fabricated evidence to strengthen their claim, so they can “justify” why he was kicked out of heaven.

His penis was surgically removed and his vagina mutilated with a ceremonial dagger, basilisk venom, and medicinal alcohol.

He dislikes to admit that he’s a fallen angel

He’s the vocalist and acoustic guitarist of Amara Lignum (“Bitter Wood” in Latin), a funky jazz band he founded.

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #pedophillia mention #mental health mention #mental health issues #original character #personality #physical appearance #outfit #abilities #power #zerachiel #fallen angel #archangel #choir angel #jazz #singer #vocalist #guitarist #fun facts #extra information

[kemuele]

Another world, an apocalyptic scene, and his place in it all.

Dominion, the two-season television show takes place in an apocalyptic world where God left the building twenty-five years prior. Where there are five (four) archangels: Gabriel and Michael, Uriel and Raphael, as well as Lucifer himself. Kemuel’s an archangel as well, but his name and ‘fame’ establish him as a relic and nothing more. Much like the others, his wings are not their notable copper and golds like they standardly are. Rather, the vibrant hues are exchanged for deep, rich blacks that shine indigo in direct sunlight.

Bulletproof, communication source, and capable of flight, wings are both a weapon and means of transport. Considering his height, they’re quite the hefty set. 16 foot wingspan; while that is (in realistic terms) incapable of any flight whatsoever, the show seems to prove otherwise. Kemuel’s wings are more often than not hidden during his residency in the world, yet he does bring them out for either defense, communication, or a sign of trust amongst peers. 

He does not live in Vega. Nor Helena, nor New Delphi. Kemuel still holds the mountains and forests of Washington state as his ‘home’, yet...it isn’t as untouched as it seems. Seclusion favors the hardy; small outposts line the city limits with a mixture of walls and a canopy system connecting lookout stations via tall, hulking, western red cedars. Kemuel’s town is situated in the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, a dense array of douglas firs, western red cedars, hemlock, and more.

In regards to the war, the humans or angels debate, he’s human-aligned. Kemuel’s since delved to his own part of the world to keep it free of eight-balls and ensure their livelihoods, yet family is one thing known to draw him in from the horizon. The archangel’s weapon, much like standard verse, is a longsword made of Empyrean steel. He keeps it on his back and its sheath between his shoulder blades. Considering his height alone, it’d be easy to equip on his hip rather than back. When flying, he keeps it to his side. Fighting is a hit or miss; it’s kept at the side or behind the back for maneuverability.

As an archangel, he inherits all the show’s qualities about them: flight, communication, superhuman abilities/senses, demotion of spheres, healing/longevity/immortality (to an extent; can be killed via empyrean steel and critical wounds), and so on. 

#voice from above | ooc #recent scripture | headcanons #jumping boundaries | dominion au #/it is time #dominion time #I haven't watched /all/ of it yet but I am close!! #virtue of soul | queue

[mellifexfarm]

@razz-ma-tazz-berry tagged me asking me to explain the color genes that make up archangel pigeons

archangels are a wonderful amalgamation of several genes. the most special being archangel bronze, otherwise known as gimple/gimple bronze. its what gives them their metallic copper/gold body. copper blackwing archangels (pictured here)

are the most common and recognizable, but if you add the Pale gene to them you get gold blackwing archangels, like this

archangels are blue based genetically (pigeons can be 1 of 3 base colors, blue, ash-red and brown) (which i think is funny considering they are... mostly red) with heavily t-check patterned wings that give the appearance of them being entirely black (hence, blackwing archangel)

they also have a gene for enhanced iridescence and grease quills. which are specialized feathers that look like waxy straws and are thought to improve feather condition and shine. theyre very common in color-bred pigeons (my lucernes have quite a few) and they feel kind of gross when you touch them. kind of crunchy

also fun fact, the name Archangel is the american name for the breed. theyre called Gimple pigeons by pretty much everyone else. Gimple is german for Eurasian bullfinch, the bird species they're named after.

Gimple pigeons come in a billion other colors though, this neat little poster lists them all and their genetics. My favorite are the whitewings

#made this into its own post and not a rb because i dont want to be annoying. i like to talk too much about pigeon genes #please give me more pigeons to analyze. thank you

[quillomens]

Crowley stands on the edge of a cliff over the Aegean Sea and opens his wings, blacker than the night sky, blotting out the stars.

They were always black.  My wings. 

He turns, holds out a hand. Aziraphale feels nervous but can’t resist the mischief in that smile; never has, though he played otherwise.  He steps forward on bare feet, palm touching reaching fingertips.

A lot of us had black wings, then.  You weren’t made yet, not for eons.

“Trust me?” the demon asks, and there’s six thousand years and hundreds of denials: I don’t know him, he’s not my friend, you go too fast for me, humming under the words.  He isn’t certain.

“Of course, my dear,” the angel answers, and he means it.  His choice is made, and he is nothing if not loyal and resolute.

It was the color of space, and the open, and everything She told us to fill it with light and life.  There was no other color, in the Beginning.

Aziraphale has only a bark of a laugh as warning before Crowley grabs his other hand and twists, a pull of incredible power and then-

He throws the angel, white wings fluttering, into the warm night air.

The Archangels made the materials but we made the stars, the nebulae, the shapes of planets.  We mixed this material and that gas and made something new, and we found blue and purple and pink and yellow.  And some angels changed their wings then, when we knew something other than the reach of Space.

But I like it.  Beautiful color, black.  Every color, all at once, ready to be born.

Aziraphale lets out a yelp of surprise, but his wings are strong and Crowley read the currents.

His laugh is boyishly delighted as he dances upward on a burst of wind.  

He remembers, in the early days of Eden, leaping from the walls with the guardians of the other gates, a tumble of youth and energy and discovery.  The older angels stayed away, avoiding the earth Principalities were made for, fearing the corruption of the Fallen.

I made a color.  I found it first.  Mixed a bit of this, and a bit of that, and there it was.  Something new.  Something never seen before.

The sound of beating wings brings Crowley into view, his mouth open in a grin, his yellow eyes gleaming in the moonlight.  He is long and warm and beautiful, hair dancing in the wind.  Over his shoulders, billions of stars, the splash of a galaxy, the spark of planets. 

Uriel is the one who put it in my hair.

She loved my color.  Red.  She laughed and ran her fingers along the curls and then it wasn’t white-gold anymore, but burnished copper.

She used to laugh, before the war.  Have you never heard it?

Their fingers brush then break away, and they circle each other in the sky, lazy circles, the miracle of flying, the guidance of wings. 

Aziraphale never has heard Uriel laugh, but Crowley’s is wild and thrilled and he doesn’t believe any other sound in heaven or earth could ever compare.

His heart is full to bursting, and the stars are in Crowley’s eyes, a scattering across his skin.

I miss it, Red.  I miss all of them, I guess.  The colors.  Orange and pink and purple and green.  

Snakes only see yellow, you know.  Yellow, and a bit of blue.  

But I remember what it looked like, the new universe in all its glory.  I remember every color, and every new name, the beautiful and the ugly. They couldn’t take that away from me, even in the Fall.

Crowley tucks his wings and dives, a bullet toward the twinkling waters.  Aziraphale is so shocked by the move that he forgets to beat his wings, and plummets with none of the demon’s grace.

Crowley twists at the last moment, snaps out his wings, miracles his stop.

His scaled toes touch the surface of the water and send out gentle ripples.  

I don’t remember my name, but I remember that.

Aziraphale concentrates, slows, and steps onto the delicate surface tension to stand beside him with only the faintest of wobbles.  Little waves tease the tops of their toes.  Aziraphale reaches out this time, and Crowley takes his hand.  “Not bad, Angel,” he says, and there’s sharp humor and genuine praise all tangled in his voice.

But I can always see you, Angel.  Your hair, your eyes.  

Aziraphale knows.  He always knew, and he’s lived in creams and blues and hints of yellow, and he’s left his hair golden white and his wings like pearls: a blank slate of an Angel for a Demon to see.

They glide together, hand on sharp shoulder, at soft waist, a waltz across the sea.  Small waves kick up cool spatters of water and salt and Aziraphale giggles like a new angel, soaring above a great garden.  Crowley’s eyes are ancient and wise and playful and astonished.

The reflected stars dance around their feet.  The tips of their wings brush as Crowley twirls him away and claims him back. 

The angel takes the lead. The demon steals a kiss: what an utterly human bit of thievery. The angel looks under pale lashes and invites another.

I can always see you. 

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #quill writes #fanfiction #good omens fanfiction #gomens #long post #it's been a shit two days and I'm completely drained #So! #say hi! #hmmm what are they wearing #ARE THEY WEARING ANYTHING AT ALL #I dunno but they're not making an Effort so~~

[simply-brightly-zee]

I didn’t mean to fall.

He stood on the battlefield. The wind bit at his wings and clutched at his hair, hot and cloying as he breathed it in in ragged gasps. Fire burned around him. Sounds echoed off the jagged rocks; the beat of wings, the clash of metal, the wordless shouts ripped from a million-score angelic throats.

I didn’t want this.

The ground beneath him bucked, shuddering and quaking, and he staggered. The rock hissed, rolling under him in a great wave, rising and falling and changing. Sharp slate, then fine sand, then pocked sandstone, caught by the conflicting wills of the warring entities.

A crack, a flash, and a figure fell from the dark sky. They hit a newly formed outcrop, and tumbled to a stop at his feet, wings impossibly bent and feathers drenched in red. He stared.

Not this.

The earth tilted, melting to sand and rising up and up, a wave that threatened to crash over him. He snarled, baring his teeth and sharpening his imagination to match the sword clutched in his hand. The wave split, roaring by on either side of him and hardening back to granite. The effort rocked him backwards. He flared his wings to keep his balance, and when he focused forward again an angel dropped to the ground in front of him.

“Traitor!”

She advanced on him, sword aloft and eyes flashing. Her wings were pale, speckled grey, marred with soot and blood.

“No…” He took a step backwards.

I just wanted to ask.

She launched. He jerked, instinctively willing the rock between them to sharpen and spike. She tripped. Fell.

His sword bit into her.

I just wanted to know.

“Nice one!” The voice made him flinch. Two angels vaulted over the frozen granite ridge. The one with wings of iridescent blue leered at him as they approached.

He let go of his sword. The grey-winged angel’s body slumped to the ground.

“Here’s another!”

Numb, he looked from his red soaked hands to follow the pointing finger. 

The earth shifted, falling away to reveal an angel kneeling, one wing dangling uselessly at his side. The blue winged angel and their companion stalked forward, smiles widening. The kneeling angel cried out, scrabbling backwards.

Was that so bad? Asking?

A sound registered on the edge of his hearing; a discordant hum that swiftly grew to agonising volume. He screamed, clutching at his ears and falling to his knees. The ground underneath the rebel angels shattered, exploding outwards in burning white light. He got a glimpse of rows of wings and rending claws and countless blazing eyes descending from overhead.

Then the rippling blast hit him.

Burning pain, whirling disorientation, and he was in the air, flung high above the battlefield. He twisted, trying desperately to angle his wings and catch the scorching wind beneath them.

He managed it. Coppery feathers rose and fell, sending the smoke around him billowing. Below him the battlefield stretched; fire and death as far as he could see in any direction.

Is this my answer?

His ears started to ring again. Terrified, he dropped, folding his wings in tight. Air whistled past him. He flared his wings as the ground raced up, too fast. The earth kicked up as he landed and he tripped, rolled, momentum throwing him forward. The rocks smashed into him, once, then twice, then he slid to a bone-jarring stop against a boulder.  

He drifted. Stars whirled through his mind. He remembered the feeling of cosmic dust pooling in his hands, pure creation at his fingertips.

“Please… please, no.”

He stirred.

“I’m… I’m so sorry.”  

He looked up. There was an angel standing on the scorched earth, facing away. He had white-blond hair to match his gleaming white wings, and a glowing crown of silver metal. There was a sword in his hands, fire flickering along its length, and he was holding its point to the throat of a figure stretched out on the ground at his feet.

“Please…” the angel on the ground asked again.

The angel with the sword hesitated, turning his face to the sky. His expression was visible in profile; grief, and confusion and regret.

As the angel’s attention wavered his adversary surged upwards. There was a bubbling hiss, and a scream… and the white winged angel yanked his sword back. The figure beneath him was still.

Is this my punishment for asking?

“So sorry.” The angel’s words were barely a whisper, but he heard them all the same.  

He pushed himself up, wary eyes fixed on angel’s back. He didn’t have his own sword.

“WELL DONE, AZIRAPHALE.”

The words split him open, a jangling wall of sound. He clutched at his head as the white winged angel, Aziraphale, looked up.

Wings of flame beat the dusty air as a presence descended, smothering pressure exuding from it. He cowered, grateful for the black soot that still coated his wings and hid their shine.

Archangel.

“M-Michael,” said Aziraphale. “I don’t… this is…”

“THE BATTLE IS NEAR WON, AZIRAPHALE. LOOK.”

Above them, a pure, white light was flickering into being against the inky sky. It grew, brighter and brighter, cutting through the smog and burning ash.

It fell on him. Warm and peaceful, right and true, soothing his pain and his fear, and burnishing his feathers to shining bright copper.

Aziraphale noticed the reflected shine, meeting his eyes across the scarred earth. The light shone on his hair, on his skin, on his shimmering white wings. The angel’s pale eyes widened in surprise.

The light grew, brighter, brighter, chasing away the shadows and the smoke, snuffing out the fires and soothing the roiling earth. With it came peace. Forgiveness.

Love.

Everything stilled. Weapons fell to the ground, millions of faces tilted up to the brightness.

Hope kindled in his chest.

You will forgive us?

The light flared. Relief sagged his shoulders. It would be fine. It was going to be okay.

Gaze still locked with Aziraphale’s, he smiled, letting his relief show. The angel took a sharp breath, and matched him, beautiful grin bathed in light.

You will forgive us.

Something tugged.

He blinked, confused.

Aziraphale’s grin faded.

Another tug, sharper this time.

He looked down. The light was still shining around him, but shadows were quickening on his skin.

Oh.

He looked back up. Aziraphale’s eyes were wide with shock. He took a half step forwards, reaching out a hand.

And the light tore itself free.

There, and then gone. No more. Empty. Lacking.

He Fell.

I didn’t mean to.

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#Good Omens #Ineffable Husbands #Folks this is WAY MORE ANGSTY than I usually write #I took this project on as a writing challenge to take myself outside of my comfort zone #I'm way out of my wheelhouse here #I need to go write some fluff to recover #zee writes stuff

[thefragileblackdahlia]

Lazarus Rising: Final Part

Chapter Summary: Dean wakes up in a pine box, freed from Hell. He has a joyful reunion with Sam but they wonder what pulled Dean from Hell – and why.

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Archangel!OFC, Castiel x sister!Ariel

Warning(s): Typical Supernatural violence, Mild Language, Self-loathing(i guess)

A/N: This story will be in 3rd person cause it makes sense. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is welcome. Italics without quotations are summaries. The episodes will get more immersive as we go along but for now, the first episode will be like the show except for a few subtle changes, like I will be skipping Sam exorcising with his mind cause it doesn’t add to the story. It still happened but I just didn’t write it. Beta’d by no one so if there are any errors I’m sorry.

Word count: 2,198

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"Castiel, these vessels are..." Ariel looked down at her shoulders, then at her wings.

Their fight in hell had taken a toll on her self-image, the white of her wings were scorched with hell-fire. The tips of her feathers were now a deep, dark black that faded into a pearl white and then a blood-red at the marginal coverts and scapulars... Castiel's once bright wings were both now scorched and black. He didn't mind though, he seemed unphased by the change.

She ruffled the feathers as she continued after the long pause, "Constricting." She peered over to her side as she watched Castiel gaze at the wall with intense focus. He appeared to be evading eye contact. Did her vessel make him uncomfortable? She glanced down at her nude figure, taking in all of the curves of her new body.

Castiel cleared his throat before making eye contact with his older sister, "Ariel, We must hurry. Humans don't like waiting." He notified the red-head. He peeped at her vessel's body, inhaling sharply as he saw her slip-on lacey white thongs and then a silky, baby pink gown.

"I am hurrying, Castiel. No need to rush me. I like to look good during my time on earth, unlike others..." She jeered, giving him a slight nudge with her elbow as she strutted past him into the bathroom.

Ariel grabbed the hairbrush and moved it through her copper, wavy tresses, styling it in a 40s wave and side part style. She flashed herself a soft smile and then turned to her companion.

"Castiel, It's time." She set the brush down as she spoke and fluttered her wings as best she could to get the feathers all sorted out. It didn't exactly matter if her wings were presentable, humans could not see them with the naked eye, but other angels would and she felt as snd archangel...she had to look her best.

Meanwhile, Dean and Bobby sat for almost a half-hour waiting for the mysterious Ariel and Castiel to show.

Dean let out a hefty sigh, swinging his legs like a child. "Bobby, you sure you did the ritual right?" He glanced up at the hunter, only getting a bitch-face in return. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?" Dean chuckled but it soon subsided after the shutters on the roof began rattling and swinging open.

Dean leaped from the table, shaken, he lurched for a shotgun and Bobby did the same. Dean yelled over the noise, "Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind." Dean quipped, clasping the barrel of his shotgun.

The doors of the warehouse were flung off its hinges. Two shadow figures stood in the distance as rain and thunder began to pick up outside. Dean could make out that one was a man, the other, a woman. As the two had advanced forward, the light bulbs above their heads began exploding one by one, intimidating the two hunters.

Dean pumped his sawed-off, directing it at the man. He wasn't sexist but he felt like the woman in the pink dress wasn't a threat. He shot Castiel twice but it did nothing to slow him down.

Castiel smirked at the human's feeble attempts at defense. They had no idea who they were dealing with and he figured it would be hard to convince a faithless man like Dean to believe in something like him and his sister.

Dean kept his eyes on the woman, her ginger locks swaying in the thunderous wind. Her dress was soft silk, pink, strapless and off the shoulder. The sleeves were long and formed a bell shape a the hems. It resembled something a 21st-century princess would've worn. It was nice.

Dean reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, white-knuckling the demon-killing knife as he followed Ariel and Castiel with his eyes. Dean took a step back as Castiel moved to his side, overlooking Bobby completely.

Ariel stood 5 feet from Dean, her icy blue eyes settled on his gorgeous emerald gems. She didn't appear that very tall, maybe about 5 foot 3 inches. She was small but still, Dean was cautious of what she could be.

"Who are you?" The righteous man demanded as he slowly paced around the two, in an effort to at least have an advantage.

The man in the trench coat spoke first, "We are the ones who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." Castiel motioned to him and Ariel.

"Uh-huh, Yeah thanks for that." Dean quipped as he lunged at Ariel, closing the distance between them. He grabbed her left shoulder as he plunged the demon-knife into her heart.

Ariel looked down, slight concern seeped through her emotionless facade. she pulled the knife out of her breast and dropped it to the floor.

As this went on, Bobby went to swipe at Castiel with a sword and without even looking at him, he seized the weapon and used it to swing Bobby around to his front. The soldier placed two fingers on his forehead and watched the surly hunter crumpled to the ground.

Ariel spoke, a softness in her voice, "We need to talk, Dean. Alone."

Dean stared at two with wide eyes. He yielded at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. He locked his eyes on hers, furrowing his brows. What were they? He looked to Bobby who lied on the ground. Was he dead? No, he couldn't be, nothing happened.

Dean squatted beside Bobby, intuitively checking his pulse which appeared fine. He glared at Castiel, jaw clenched tight.

Castiel wandered over to the books that were on the table, flipping through the pages as Ariel treated her knife wound, a pinkish glow pouring out of her hand as it hovered over the top of her left breast.

Castiel looked up at the wall, slightly annoyed. "Your friend's alive." He grumbled. He looked back at his sister, watching as she healed herself. Ariel looked up immediately catching Castiel's gaze. They stayed that way for the remainder of the minute.

He watched as the two conversed silently like they had a telepathic link. "Who are you?" Dean questioned again.

"Castiel," The rough Angel responded but was rudely interrupted,

"Yeah, I figured that much I mean what are you?" Dean motioned to Ariel who had now finished healing herself.

He rose to his feet, reclining against the table but not completely letting down his guard. He occasionally peeped at the Ariel.

Ariel lifted a brow at the hunter. Why did he keep looking at her? What did he want? Ariel parted her lips to speak but decided not to.

Castiel looked up from the book to study Dean. "I am an Angel of the Lord."

"And her?" Dean signed to Ariel. "Is she an Angel also?" He interrogated, waving his hand in a circular motion, signaling that he wanted more than a few words.

"I am the Archangel Ariel." She finally spoke up. She offered the human a friendly smile.

There wasn't much light that could make out her features but the light that there, bounced off of her ivory skin, casting a soft cerulean glow.

"Yeah and I am the Easter Bunny, Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing." Dean sneered, picking up the demon knife and wiping the blood off on his jacket sleeve.

"That is your problem, Dean Winchester." Ariel took a step toward Dean, frustration in her voice. "You have no faith." She continued as the lightning outside struck the roof. A soft red glow emitted from her vessel, a bright pink light, emitting over the graffiti-covered walls.

Dean's eyes darted around at the display in front of him, his mouth agape as he saw the silhouette of two very large wings projected onto the wall. The wingspan almost reached the back wall. As suddenly as the light appeared, it dissolved, leaving Ariel standing in her gown.

Dean closed his mouth, doubt still on his mind. Dean adjusted his jacket before he spoke bitterly, "Some Angels you are, You burned out that poor woman's eyes."

Castiel stayed on the side, meddling with some of the things on the table. He figured it was best to let Ariel carry the rest of the conversation, she seemed to have grown restless.

"Castiel warned her not to spy on our true forms, I'm surprised she is alive after getting a peek of me. It can be uh... overwhelming to humans, and so can our real voices. But you already knew that."

The archangel's voice held a sultry tone that was filled with disappointment, hoping Dean was as smart as they said.

Ariel inched closer to the faithless man, the sole of her flats dragging against the ground.

Dean shifted onto the other foot, rolling his head as he recalled the Gas station and motel incident.

"So at the gas station and the motel... that was you talking?" Ariel nodded. "Sweetheart, next time, lower the volume." He laughed half-heartedly, "Not that I mind a woman being as loud as she can, but I nearly went deaf." He appended.

Ariel was taken aback by his flirtation. It wasn't unusual for humans to flirt but she didn't expect anyone to flirt with her. She furrowed her brows as she thought of a better reply, "That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive our true visage."

She chuckled lightly as she brought her hands to her front, interlacing her fingers.

"I thought you would be one of them, Dean. I was wrong."

For a moment Castiel looked up at his sibling, watching her interact with Dean. He watched her body language as she spoke the last line and for a small moment he could hear hope in her voice. Hope for what? He didn't know but it was obvious she had hope. Promptly after that, he went back to fiddling with the books on the table.

"And uh... what visage are you in now, huh? What, a victoria secret model?" Dean continued to flirt.

"This? This is...a vessel." Ariel spoke slowly, inching closer to Dean. Now only 3 feet from Dean.

"You're possessing some poor girl?" He asked in a bothered tone, almost as if he was accusing her of forcing the woman to be her vessel.

"She's a devout woman, she actually prayed for this, Winchester." The redhaired gentlewoman corrected, holding out her arms and turning in a complete circle.

Dean swallowed slowly before subconsciously licking his semi-chapped lips.

Dean shook his head in disbelief. "Well, Lady, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are y'all really?" He waved the hand with the knife in it, point the tip at both of the two.

"Dean...I told you" Ariel scowled, inching closer to the man, soon closing the three feet gap. A one-foot gap separated the two, tension thick in the air.

Of course, Castiel ignored the whole debacle, Ariel was a fearsome warrior, she didn't need to be looked after. Besides, Castiel was too enveloped in the Latin he was reading to even spare a passing glance at the two.

The green-eyed beauty mocked, meeting Ariel's glacier blue eyes. He furrowed his brows as he vocalized, doubt in his tone. "Right... And why would an Archangel rescue me from Hell?"

His question seemed genuine, almost like he believe he didn't deserve to be raised. Dean swiveled his head, looking at the back wall then at the shotgun on the table. Suddenly the shotgun seemed interesting to him.

"Good things do happen, Dean." Ariel's voice was melodious, it was the exact opposite of Castiel's who spoke roughly. It was like his voice went through a cheese grater and then he smoked a pack of cigarettes. But if Dean could describe her voice, ironically, he would describe it as heaven or a children's lullaby. When she spoke it spontaneously relaxed him, he wasn't sure if it was some spell but whatever it was, nothing good would come of it.

Dean shook his head and turned to face the gentlewoman, but keeping his eyes down. "Not in my experience." He mumbled, he clutched the table.

He didn't blink once, not since he turned to her. He just stared at the floor almost as if he was reliving a war flashback.

"PTSD," Ariel thought. She placed her right hand on the table and stood now five inches from the man. She made sure to get in the line of his sight so he could snap out of his fugue state.

"What's the matter, Winchester? You don't think you deserve to be saved?" She said in a hushed whisper. She searched his eyes for hope, but sadly there was none.

"Why'd you do it?" He choked out.

Castiel felt like it was time to cut in. It was annoyed him how someone could be that faithless. He closed the book, a loud thud echoing and breaking the silence. Ariel stepped back from the individual, returning to her position next to her younger brother."Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you." Castiel affirmed with determination in his voice.

Dean's eyes darted to Castiel, worry written all over his face.

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[sevensdeadly-if]

What's Gabriel and Michael like? What do they physically look like? What's their personalities like? Do they like earth and humans, or do they not care for them at all? What are their jobs in Heaven?

Gabriel and Michael are very close in power there’s a reason they are the two highest rank archangels. They both control heavens armies and are the hands of god.

Gabriel is a man of great stature. Even his wings, a golden set, are intimidating and impressive. His hair is a white color that is a stark contrast to his dark skin. His eyes are the color of copper. He is the left hand of god. You meet him for a bit in the prologue and if you can’t tell his job is to handle the unsavory things. That includes beings that need to be gotten out of the way. He cares for earth in that as long as the demons don’t get it he doesn’t care.

Michael is slightly shorter than Gabriel but still impressive. He has copper colored wings that are built for endurance. His hair is short cropped blonde and peach colored skin. His eyes are a deep black. He is the right hand. With that his job is to train the army and assist in other matters. He actually is interested in earth. A small bit at least. He finds their strategies for war impressive.

They both despise the sins, believing the separation and war was all due to the betrayal. The don’t care for Jerahmeel all that much finding his curious and neutral nature irritating, Uriel is usually defending him.

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[destielfanfic]

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I'm trying to find the name of a fic with angel cas but it mentions how some of the angel rituals or habits are bird-like. I don't know if dean & cas had to marry or anything like that, but the scene i remember is dean scratching the back of cas' head without realizing it's a sensual action done between mates. Cas is hurt because he knows dean doesn't understand what the action means, but later dean figures it out & confesses his love by scratching cas' neck again. It's freaking adorable.

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Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you, but I lost a fic to the abyss that is tumblr. I found it on your blog ( which is a godsend to be honest) and tumblr somehow closed it. I’ve looked through your tags, but I can’t remember what I searched before. I think it was about Jensen and Jared playing characters Sam and Dean in an rpg game? There was Destiel and they met in a graveyard? If you could help me find it, I would be so thankful! Thank you!

Found by @welcomedistractionlove: A Fighter, A Ranger, and a Cleric Walk Into a Tavern by amoosebouche

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I've been looking for a fic I read a while back but I just can't seem to find it, so I hope maybe you can. Dean, Sam, and a friend whose name I can't remember inherit a house and the basement is full of human experiments, one of which is cas. He can't properly communicated in the beginning. I also remember an OC little girl. Cas freaks out when he sees his picture or reflection. It's a pretty long fic if I remember correctly. Thanks so much x

Suggested by Susan and @justjennyj: Experimental by Zafona [T, 276,000 word count] From poor and frugal livings to the little Winchester family finding themselves exploring their new mansion. It had to be too good to be true - no Winchester was ever that lucky. And that same fact held true when Dean discovered an underground lab set up by the previous owner. There were numerous testing chambers with strange creatures lurking inside. Dean's venturing stops at the only enclosure with a single name engraved above the door; Castiel.

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Hey there! I was hoping you guys could help me find a fic whose name I can't remember :) In it, Dean hires sexworker!Cas after a bad breakup from Lisa & they slowly fall in love. It's a pretty long piece. (Also thanks for all your hard work & have a lovely day!)

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Hi there, I was wondering if you knew of a story where Cas is (I'm pretty sure) a catboy, and he goes into heat and Dean has sex with him. It is implied that he can't get Cas pregnant. Afterwards, it cuts to them at the doctors where the Doctor is giving Dean nasty looks because Cas was obviously impregnated by him. It's not 'there are cat people and there are cat people', and I've gone through the catboy tag on ao3. Thanks!

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I read a fanfic a long time ago where Castiel moved into a town where Dean was the town "bad boy" and they went to school together. Dean smoked cigarettes and developed a habit of putting them out on his skin, and it got worse with time. He also hung out with some druggies and things got bad with that. Dean and Cas went to a party together and things really heated up between them there. Does anyone have any idea what fanfic this is? Please help! (it was on Ao3 if that helps)

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First off, thank you for the work you do running this blog. I’m hoping y’all can help me find a fic that’s been driving me crazy. I remember that it’s an AU, Cas is an angel, the fic possibly starts with him in his garrison in Heaven...I don’t remember too much about the plot, but Cas and Dean and etc fight whoever has taken charge of Heaven. In a fight between Cas and possibly Metatron? (very unsure which Angel he’s fighting), Cas dies and comes back to life as God(?)/Archangel/BAMF.

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Hey!! I have a favor to ask. I don’t know if you find fics but there’s one I’ve been desperately looking for to no avail. Dean and Bobby and a few others run like a safety shelter for angels and when they find Cas he’s super damaged and stabs Dean with the bones of his wings. Cas like works in the barn of the safety shelter and helps with the birth of a colt that he befriends and loves dearly. They have to smuggle Cas at the end?? Let me know if you know what I’m talking about or if you need more details!! Thank you!!!!

Found by @bunnymcbunnister and Susan: Angel Rescue by squirrel_loves_wings

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Hi I’ve been looking for this specific Destiel fanfic a while ago. it’s about homeless Castiel who is broken and Dean finds him in the alleyway with injuries and muttering stuff about demons attacked him and that dean is an angel but. They fall in love and live on the streets together. They went to the barbershop together and took a shower I think. One day dean went quick to buy something to eat and while he was gone cas got killed. Dean found him dead with black angel wings burnt on the floor.

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Found by @anarchiana:  Copper Park by Castiel_Left_His_Mark_On_Me [NC-17, 10,000] Not having a home doesn't make you homeless. Not seeing doesn't make you blind. Not feeling love doesn't mean you aren't.

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Hey! I love your blog, thank you for all your hard work. I'm looking for a fix where Dean fakes a case to take Cas to a cabin up in the mountains where he tells him his feelings. It's slow and domestic and they hike a lot and it's only one chapter on Ao3 and I never got to finish it! Please help!

Found by @theactualpiemaker and @viridiandecisions:  When It Comes to Being Loved by Sass_Master [NC-17, 37,800 word count] Dean’s extended period of self-discovery and inner reflection, of addressing all those fleeting little notions of his that maybe weren’t so little or fleeting after all, had culminated in one inescapable, terrifying fact.He’s in love with Cas. Hopelessly, completely, embarrassingly in love with him.They’ve just never had what they needed to explore this before, never had time, solitude, a real moment to breathe.But they have it now, Dean thinks. He’s made damn sure of that.

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[spiritsofrebellion]

m!a: I diagnose satanael with baby

Well, that couldn’t be good. On the one hand, it just sounded like one of his Trickster’s silly memes. On the other, he knew what these gray shadows were like…

Would this come to-

And with a burst of light, everything was different. 

Left in the wake of the mighty demon lord was an archangel, no larger than any other. Tanned skin and yellow eyes, hair that looked like it was spun from copper and gold. 

But there was one difference to him that would not be seen in other angels. He spread out three sets of wings, feathers that looked as black as soot. He blinked against the light, extended a wing to block it from his eyes as he tried to take in the area around him. 

And this place…

“…This isn’t heaven.” He feels as if he should know this place. The name Mementos, echoes in his mind. 

But what is Mementos…?

He spread out his wings and took to the air.

There must be a way out.

#Anonymous #☽ ;; status / satanael #☽ ;; m!a / foreshadowing wings ;; youth event

[theramseyloft]

Can you show us some pretty pigeon breeds? I'm personally really partial to the ones with iridescent feathers and ones with sharp, lovely contrasts like lahores. What are your favorite pigeon appearances? I think mine is the Egyptian swift

Here are my personal favorite purebreds from least to most aesthetically pleasing to me:

Racing Homer

Portuguese Tumbler

Show Type Racing Homer

Valencian Figurita

Lahore

Old German Owl

Chinese Owl

Old Dutch Capuchine

Frillback

Lucerne Peak Crest

Classic Old Frill

But honestly, the most gorgeous pigeon I have ever seen is a mix

Jet was sired by a black Archangel out of a Classic Old Frill.

Black pigeons are the most beautiful creatures in existence to me.

He has all the traits I love about the Classic Old Frill, slightly more stream lined, and sun-on-an-oil-slick BLACK and vividly iridescent.

For reference:

This is the default color of an Archangel; The Copper Black Wing. They also come in bronze base and blue or white wing.

Archangels are a color breed, like Siamese cats. Birds of this breed but a different color are referred to a Gimple.

And that’s technically what this gorgeous black individual, referred to as a Green Fire, is classified as.

[todaysbird]

a black-winged copper archangel pigeon poses for the camera. archangel pigeons are bred for appearance, and are known for their highly iridescent plumage.

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[vikingwolfdad]

A Fallen Angel - A Shadowhunters Short Story

A trashing sound of wings jammed the air contemporaneously with the searing wind, screeching echoed in the distance as the ground parted under their feet. One after another the angels with the fairest wings now stained with blood shoot down towards the surface of the sinners. Roaring thwacks, cracking and deafening screams extinguished of the levitating ashes as the embodiments struck the ground in a heated world. The unknown world to the fallen angels hotter than anything you could imagine, an ever burning fire tearing on the skin and feathers. An angel with big thick imbrued white wings and black hair, scattered from the group rose to his feet. His wings hung from his back in an unnatural manner as he contemplated the area he had been exiled to, the copper wasteland widened in front of him and he turned around only to be accosted by a equivalent field of vision from every other point of view. His wings turned a coppery red in the manner of the dust climbing onto the white wings whilst he stumbled across the hot desert. Airborne demons circulated high above his head, nevertheless could the fallen angel feel the breeze of scorching wind against his skin.

He fell to his knees of exhaustion after days of straying, his body dehydrated and stale of the scorching air. Establishing his gaze to the skies, he cried out in agony, as all air escaped his lungs he bent over, gasping for air, the heavy wings plastered against his skin the same way as if they were glued to him. The burdensome wings, escaping the ferocious creatures hunting him and the heat constantly encircling him manifested on his mind with a grotesque mindset. He grasped a beautiful silver dagger with loads of tiny dazzling lithographs along the razor-sharp blade, he had held the dagger in it's decorative sheath so cramped when he were cast out of heaven that his knuckles had turned white. The angel clutched his wings, those damned wings, a signature he weren't free, and roughly slashed the blade nether to the bone. The searing pain shot through his whole body as the blade gouged it’s way through the sensitive wings, feeling the crushing of bones under his grasp as he determined gashed his own wings from his body. Aggrieved cries died out, his back stained in crimson as he blacked out in the desert of Edom with his dismembered wings on each side.

The fallen angel jolted up, gasping for air, hunted by the memories of his past as he had dozed off on his throne with a book in hand. He looked around only to find himself alone in his home of Edom, raising to his feet he silently moved over to a chiffonier. Looking into the per glass he reached back touching the top of the deep, misshapen scars where he once had carried his white wings with pride. He walked over to a silver sheath and with gentle fingers he opened the heavy lid, exposing one of the primary feathers of his wings, a memory of what the so called “good God” did to him and the seven other archangels for expressing that the course they journeyed weren’t the right one, the only ones having the courage to assert the way of God. “What kind of fool do you take me for?” he growled lowly as he let the lid fall shut with a heavy cling as metal clashed. His mind set on vengeance.

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[ajtorres0]

TCFFP Characters

Characters from my Novella

I don’t know why I took so long to do this but I guess better late than never lol. I’m still waiting on my critique partner/editor to go through the final chapter of my novella so how about some character introductions while I wait.

@a-j-torres0 is my straight up WIP account. Anything and everything related to my WIP will be found there along with WTH they are lol. I will pretty much reblog WIP from this account for easier access.

Salvia VerdaderaFe

Main Character

Type: Human from Eldara

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Brown

Skin: Copper

Age: 17

Country: Cabreo, Spain like country.

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Calamar, The Great Kraken of the Seas and the Ocean, all of Cabreo worships him.

Salvia is a kind and caring young woman but isn’t overly trusting, not anymore, but she is willing to listen. She will give you a chance to gain her trust but if you haven’t gained it she will only be willing to put up with you. She is also a very faithful and loyal person. She is one of many in her fishing village that sends a tribute to her God Calamar once a year for the seas to not ravish her village and a tribute every time her fiance sails out to sea to gather fish, a way to ask Calamar to keep him and his fishing boat safe and not drown him, hoping to soothe her God from any and all anguish. Her family owns a quaint little inn by the beach, enjoying to cook for all who is hungry.

Ultor

Supporting Character

Type: Demon from Infernos

Eyes: Icy Violet

Demon Color: Black and Purple

Appearances vary from what ring of Infernos the demon is from. He is a demon from the Ring of Pride. They are tall and almost lanky creatures with many horns, fangs, and claws. They have webbed wings and a long, sharp tail. The demons of Pride are warriors, they are fast, strong, and don’t have an affinity to magic.

Ultor is a sarcastic and witty demon. He wholeheartedly prides himself in torturing sinners, torturing those how will gladly do harm onto others for enjoyment, so he enjoys inflicting pain and misery onto them. Although he has a terrifying demeanor he is very caring to those who are faithful and, to him, annoyingly loyal, which is why he was drawn to Salvia when he entered Eldara searching for a vessel to carry him for a time.

Captain Baldric Fede Cieca

Supporting Character

Type: Human from Eldara

Hair: Silver

Eyes: Dark Blue

Skin: Fair

Age: 18

Country: Marlela, United Kingdom like country.

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Cristu, a Templar Equitum for the Great One and the city Lumen Magnum.

Baldric is overly faithful but begrudgingly loyal. He isn’t really fond of most of the high ranking members of his faith but he will never show it for he wishes to remain on their good side, thanking them quietly for providing him and the Great One for the life he was given. Sadly he isn’t a kind man as he will ignore a plea from anyone who asks, especially if it means his life will be endangered if he helps. Many dwarves, elves, and foreign humans have gone ignored by him but he will never abuse anyone.

Sergeant Zinnia Colpo Penetrante

Supporting Character

Type: Human from Eldara

Hair: Red

Eyes: Green

Skin: Freckled Warm Ivory

Age: 21

Country: Marlela, United Kingdom like country.

Sexuality: Unsure, literally she doesn’t know.

Religion: Cristu, a Templar Equitum for the Great One and the city Lumen Magnum.

Zinnia is quite the confused individual but she will never show it. Because of her time being abused by her father and then by her husband she honestly can’t trust men, regardless of how kind they are to her, especially if she is alone with them. Also because women were never treated fairly by her faith and society, her husband accused her for failing to bare a child for him, she was thrown to the foot of the Papa Regem(Pope/King) and given a choice, sort of, join the Cristu order as a Soror Fidei(Sister/Nun) or a Templar Equitum. She chose to be a Knight, but by doing so has placed her on the spot with all eyes on her as she is the very first woman to be a Templar Equitum. She is overly dutiful, following any and all orders given to her by her superiors. Sadly not many care to have her in their squad for she was a woman with the exception of Baldric. He saw that she was great with her crossbows, always aiming where she wanted her bolts to land and wanted to use her for her skills. Being as he didn’t have an Archer in his squad he desperately wanted her to keep him and his men safe when out on patrol.

Abimelech

Minor Character

Type: Archangel from Hevellum

Hair: Black

Eyes: Aqua

Skin: Golden Brown

Age: Infinite(Looks like in his twenties)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Archangels have the longest wings in all of Hevellum and only have aqua green eyes. They are lightly armored which makes them very quick in a fight unlike Powers which are fully armored warriors that are strong. Any and all angel can be a guardian to any mortal being on Eldara but their point isn’t to safeguard them for all of their lives. All they can do is send whispers into their ears that provide a guiding suggestion, it’s like a faint wind blowing about the mortals, it’s up to them if they should/can follow the guidance given to them.

Abimelech is a caring and soothing man. He watched and guided Salvia for all of her life, helping her go on without harm. Sadly when things don’t go his way he may sulk and hate himself for not doing better or finding a better solution. He is a dutiful and loyal archangel who has a small distaste for demons but never seeks out a battle for one, even when provoked. He is patient in a fight but has a short fuse, especially when someone doesn’t listen to him when he is explaining or just wanting to talk.

Rose

Minor Character

Type: Human from Eldara

Hair: Black

Eyes: Hazel Green

Skin: Ivory

Age: 5

Country: Marlela, United Kingdom like country.

Sexuality: To young to figure out.

Religion: None

Rose is a child who loves gardening with her mother and enjoys playing with her father when he should be tending to the farm animals. She is kind and playful, the embodiment of innocence.

Soror Fidei Heather

Minor Character

Type: Human from Eldara

Hair: Grey Black

Eyes: Dark Brown

Skin: Fair

Age: 68

Country: Marlela, United Kingdom like country.

Sexuality: Asexual

Religion: Cristu, a type of Nun/Sister for the order.

Heather is a tense and overly cautious woman. She has little trust and care for the highest officials of her order, especially the Papa Regem(Pope/King). She is very driven and focused but sometimes too focused as many times she fails to sense her surroundings and pushes herself to attempt things she isn’t capable of achieving but tries anyway. Although she has a cold demeanor she has a large soft spot for children and will try to help them in anyway she can. She doesn’t like nor care that her church spouts such terrible things of those not human and not of Marlela and has been secretly liberating and attempting to liberate those forced into shackles.

Cardinali Deacon Limus

Villain

Type: Human from Eldara

Hair: Yellowish Grey

Eyes: Sky Blue

Skin: Fair

Age: 53

Country: Marlela, United Kingdom like country.

Sexuality: He is a sick bastard, that’s all you need to know.

Religion: Cristu, a type of Cardinal for the order.

Deacon is a dangerously ambitious man. If he wants something he will stop at nothing to get it. He will start wars, he will send assassins if it means something he wants passed will get passed, and he will spread lies at any and all competition to the papal crown. As hansom as he is Deacon has a vicious tongue and he isn’t afraid to use it.

~*~

Well there you go, my characters of my novella. It’s a pretty small cast as you can see lol. How do you like my characters or at least how I showcased them? I know some people go full on detailed with aesthetics and stuff but I wanted a quick and short one.

If you guys have any questions about my characters and the story then please feel free to ask, I really don’t mind. Thank you all so much for reading, please tell me what you think. I’ll be looking for beta readers soon.

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[greeny-witchling]

Sun / Sol Masterpost

! DISCLAIMER: The following informationc are may wrong. If you see any misinformations, let me know, but not in the harsh way please! The links where the infromations (mainly) are from, are at the bottom. There are everything assosiated with the sun, use, what is helpful !

Note: i’m starting to post things like this. Mainly about astronomy, green witchery, kitchen witchcraft, zodiacs and more. If you are intrested or it was helpful please let me know!

Probably the most popular of the planetary influences for the general population, Sun rules over prosperity and general protection. Choose Sun plants when you are looking for centering, doing money magic, or honoring aspects of the divine that are sun-associated. Sun plants often have sun-shaped flowers (daisies, for instance) or when ingested give a feeling of calm warmth (unlike the heating of Mars, which can lead to violent action).

Higher Self is the crystallization of a transcendental awareness that is a Fulcrum of Equilibrium of the Force-Form dynamics between Jupiterian grace and expanse and Martial tempering and rigor. Emanative from the Nondual and Eternal: Source Consciousness, Solar Self does experience duality yet is a Throne of Stability from which the Lunar personality can be forged and directed and from which suffering is mitigated through understanding some of the roots of attachment that give rise to Lunar mechanicity. But the Solar Fulcrum is dual-toroidal: from which causally antecedent Form-Form dynamics are expressed and through which the Force-Form dynamics of Venusian impulsivity and Mercurial patterning (the Lunar personality and, ultimately, physicality) are integrated and processed. Waiting to be explored are the astrophysical implications of Solar Self, the Sun in our Solar System, and their relationship to the collective consciousness of humanity.

other names: The Sun, Microprosopus, The Lesser Countenance, Melech ("King") (מֶלֶך), sol kabbalistic attributions: Tiphereth ("Tiferet") ("Beauty") (תפארת) mantric sound: „I” numbers: 6, 36, 111, 666 zodiac: leo metal: gold day: Sunday animals: lion, sparrowhawk beings: Will o’the Wisp colour/s: yellow, orange, amber, rayed red, rich amber, golden yellow stone/s: amber, topaz, ruby, diamond, cat’s eye, chrysoleth, carbuncle, citrin symbols: lion, hexagram, sparrowhawk, dragon, head, heart, swan influences: renown, potency, success, fortune, tyranny, pride, ambition, masculinity, arrogance, bigotry, vitality, health, leadership, money, prosperity, empowerment, enlightenment, goals, generosity, spirituality, male energy, the gods, freedom, matters of heart, creativity, friendship, growwth, personal fulfilment, self confidence, wealth, individuality, energy power unpopular correspondences: Ego (“I”, me, pride, self-expression, selfishness, conceit, vitality), Honor (the father, men, nobility, power, will), Creativity (Actors and actresses, entertainment, hobbies), Children (holidays, sports, vacations, games, speculation), Pleasure (Love affairs, heart, constitution) (infromation from: mystic-bss) deities: Aditi, Ah Kinchil, Ama-Terasu, Apollo, Aten, Brighid, Dhatara, Frey, Helios/Sol, Itzamna, Lucifer, Mithra, Mystere, Nitten, Paiva, Ra, Savitar, Jesus Christ, Osiris herbs, plants: Acacia tree (seeds, resin), Angelica, Archangel, Arctic Poppy, Armenian Poppy, Ash, Birch, Bistort, Black-Eyed Susan, Blue Water Lily, Broom, Burnet, Butterbur,  Buttercup bush, Calamus (seed, herb, essential oil), Calendula, Catechu, Cedarwood (herb, oil, seed), Celandine, Centaury, Chamomile (seed, oil, herb), Cinnamon, Citron, Citrus (oil, herb), Desert Cassia, Everlasting, Eyebright, Frangipani, Globeflower, Graveyard tree, Helen's flower, Heliotrope, Hibiscus, Hops (seed), apanese, calamus, Laurel, Lovage, Marigold - all kinds (herb, seed), Marshmallow, Marsh marigold, Mexican marigold, Meadow rue, Mistletoe, Mock orange, Moroccan Poppy, Mouse-eared hawkweed, Old man senna bush, Peony, Pimpernel, Poinciana, Potentilla cinqufoil, Pot marigold,Rosemary (oil) Rue (herb, seeds), Saffron, Sneezeweed, Spanish Poppy, St. John's wort, Sundew, Sunflower, Tabasheer, Tormentil, Viper's bugloss, Walnut, Wartweed, Winged Everlasting, Yauhtli, poppy, acacia ash sun plant qualities: Plants resembling the sun in shape and color. Plants that open to the sun and close at night. Medicinal plants affecting the heart. Plants that make one feel warm and relaxed. planetary gualities: Illumination. Resplendence. Inspiration. Leadership. Living. Loving. Ascendance. Dominion over aspects of Lunar Self and other domains of magic and manifestation. body parts: circulation system, hearth, blood, eyes, right eye, upper back, spleen, spinal clomn, thoracic spine diseases: hearth disease, allergy, dermatitis, skin cancer, sunstroke, fever, hearth attack, radiation poisoning, photophobia, chills, hot flashes, skin rashes, eye diseases, substance abuse when arising from self-esteem issues scents: all gloirous odors, Benzoin, Calamus (herb, oils), Cedar, Center Incense, Cinnamon (herb, essential oil), Clove (herb, oil), Citrus (oil, herb), Frangipani, Frankincense (resin, essential oil), Labdanum, Marigold, Oil of Sun, Olibanum (resin, essential oil), Resins of the Sun Incense, Rosemary (herb, essential oil), Rowan, Saffron, Tiphareth Oil incenses: Frankincense (Olibanum), Galangal, Abramelin Incense drugs: alcohol, tonics, antdepressants, Warming drugs, but not as much as Mars and not quickening like Mercury but instead relaxing magick: The Red Tincture, power of acquiring wealth; weapon is the lamen or bow and arrow; figure is the hexagram. Protection, prosperity

Sun phases: 

Just like the moon, the sun has phases which can be used to tie in with your magical workings to add an extra boost of power.  The sun measures time, where it sits in the sky denotes what time of the day it is, and a sun dial would be quite useless without the sun to cast a shadow!  I also think that point between night and day and vice versa, that moment of hand over is quite special.

Sunrise – Basically when the sun wakes up and peers over the horizon.  This phase is all about new beginnings, changes, health, employment, renewal, resurrection and finding the right direction. It can also be very cleansing. The morning – This is when the sun is growing in strength, so it brings the magical power for growth, positive energy, resolutions, courage, harmony, happiness, strength, activity, building projects and plans, prosperity and expansion of ideas. High noon – When the sun reaches its peak in the sky at midday – work magic for health, physical energy, wisdom and knowledge. It is also a good time to pop your tools or crystals out that need charging.  (Note: some crystals can fade in strong sunlight so check first before putting them out). The afternoon – The sun is heading back down, and the energy now is good for working on business matters, communication, clarity, travel, exploring and anything professional. Sunset – As the sun takes itself off down below the horizon, work magic for removing depression, stress and confusion, letting go, releasing or finding out the truth of a situation.

Sun altar:

I always say that an altar is very personal, it has to be for you to be able to connect with the energy. You will know what needs to be put on your altar.  If you aren’t sure then start with a guide or suggestions from others (books, friends, internet etc) but keep it simple and then live with it for a bit.  You will find that you are drawn to add other items to it. My suggestions for a sun altar, you don’t have to use all or even any of these, in fact if you put everything listed on there it would be pretty crowded, sometimes less is more. Any spells you are working on can be popped on your sun altar to give them a boost of solar energy. Altar cloth; which could be a head scarf, a table cloth, napkin or bandana, it doesn’t have to be an expensive item.  I like to use yellow and orange colours. Sun symbols – well that’s a given really, you can get all sorts of items, ornaments and bric a brac in sun shapes. Flowers – fresh, dried or imitation, go for sunny yellows, oranges and reds but any bright flowers will sit nicely. Fruit – oranges and lemons look fabulous on an altar, you could even dry some slices to decorate with. Crystals – go with whatever you are drawn to but if you need some guidance there is a list of sun crystals in this book. Candles – there probably aren’t many altars that don’t have candles on!  Go with sunny or fiery colours.

other things:

Flame symbols to represent fire. Triskelion or phoenix images. Coloured ribbons. Circles and discs in yellow, brass, copper or gold colours. Equal armed crosses or the swastika. God’s eyes (see craft section on how to make one) Oak leaves and any fresh greenery. The Sun or Chariot tarot card. Antlers and horns work well to bring in the masculine energy of the sun. A wand, again for the masculine energy. Flower wreaths, I often use my flower circlets on an altar. Bees – not real ones obviously, how would you stop them from buzzing about? Honey – a little dish or pot full. If you are working with a solstice or equinox you can add in symbols and correspondences that tie in with the energy of the season.

Fire of sun

deities: bel, horus, demeter borne by lion, vishnu zodiac: leo stones: amber, topaz, ruby, diamnd, cat’s eye plants: Calamus root (seed, herb, essential oil), Cowslip, Hops, Marigold, Mexican Marigold, Mistletoe, Pericon, Sunflower, Yauhtli colors: gold, red, yellow, orange, greenish yellow, reddish amber, gray, deep purple day: Sunday plant qualities: Radiant, strong, and enriching plants. Plants resembling the sun in shape and color. Plants that open to the sun and close at night. Medicinal plants affecting the heart. Plants that make one feel warm and relaxed. angels and animals: Michael, lion, Cherub of Fire, Seraphim body parts: heart beings: horros, dragons scent: Olibanum (resin, essential oil), Marigold, Hops, Sulfur drugs: carminatives, tonics magick: Power with wild beasts; weapon is discipline; figures are Fortuna Major and Fortuna Minor

More information:

Sol I - Solar Consciousness and Self – Contemplation in the Sphere of the Sun Sol II - Correspondences in Sol – Altar and Physical Foundations Sol III - Symbolism in Sol – Meditational and Initiatory Foundations Sol IV - Solar Magic – Illumination and Transmutation Sol V - Continuance of Solar Work – Stabilizing Solar Consciousness Sol VI - Solar Astrophysics – Advancing the Art https://christopherpenczak.com/2013/07/29/planetary-magic-1-the-sun-success-and-health/

Where the infromations are from(just in case and for giving credit):

https://www.alchemy-works.com/planets_sun.html https://luxsaturni.com/planetary-magic/sol/ https://www.patheos.com/blogs/beneaththemoon/2019/05/sun-magic/

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