❤️Lateral Liminality❤️

This is a reference to a post a really hateful tumblr user thats been circulating made. Here is the original gif mine is based off of. I usually dont make pro-para posts like this, as im not one to like xenosatanists or xenosatanism, but the OP in question is really ableist towards sexual disorders and is really unfortunately uneducated and misinformed about paraphilias. I wish people took their time fighting against real predators/offenders instead of starting petty tumblr radqueer harassment wars and wasting everyone’s time. (Also hanging the transid flag along side them is .. super fucking weird lol. Dont they know transgender is a transid? The fuck is wrong with trans identities?? 😭)

-> Hunger:

♡ Poor Abel does not take being hungry very well, at all. Not because he gets hangry or anything, his body just has such a visceral reaction if he doesn't stick to a good meal schedule. His blood sugar drops, he becomes a dazed, shaky mess, and god does his stomach know the most inopportune moments to growl. The echoing of heaven's walls make sure the message gets shared loud and clear. ♡ I imagine his stomach has done this few times during important meetings. Whether it's out of pity or respect for his sanity, it'll usually go ignored. At least until the meeting is over, where Sera expresses concerns over Abel's ability to take good care of himself, Emily urgently tugs him to the dining hall to get some food in his tummy, but Lute? She makes sure to cement just how immature and embarrassing she finds him to be. Yeahhh... that one stings a little. ♡ He's so casual about asking for food, not shy but not dramatic either. I just imagine him wincing, rubbing a hand against his stomach briefly before asking: "Ohhh man, I'm starving. 'S there any snack foods around here?" -> [Cont.] but, if it's a situation where it wouldn't feel appropriate to ask for food, he simply won't. Lute's outbursts have taught him to hold his tongue. Unfortunately though, between the deep ache in his stomach and having his mind infiltrated by the idea of food, all words spoken to him fall on deaf ears. No thoughts, head (and stomach) too empty. ♡ I don't see Abel being a big breakfast person, he's an early bird who gets a nervous tummy first thing in the morning. But by time brunch/lunch rolls around, the caffeine from his coffee is causing full-body trembles and the hunger hits him like an iridium brick. ♡ Usually his stomach isn't obscenely noisy when he's hungry, but the longer he waits to eat, the growls go from being kind of cute to being downright vicious; long-winded, visceral growls that feel like they're being squeezed right from the pit of his stomach. At that point he can't try to suppress it, he's hunched over with his wings drawn close, cramping and humiliated and so, so hungry.

-> Stuffing:

♡ RUB! HIS! TUMMY!!! This could easily be applied across the board but Abel melts like chocolate in someone's palms when they rub his tummy. He makes these sweet sighs, his feathers fluff up- it's an adorable sight. ♡ If there's one thing he inherited from Adam, it's his appetite, because Abel is capable of eating more in a single sitting that even sometimes surprises him. Especially if it's a meal filled with variety, he loves to have options to a point he will find room to try everything there's to offer. Heaven's banquets are indulgent to a sinful degree. -> [Cont.] When he does manage to taste everything and clear his plate, there's been times where he was rendered unable to fly from the sheer fullness. Completely worth it, even if it's a little embarrassing. ♡ Abel gets sooo sleepy when he's full. Something about a delicious meal warms him up right from the core, makes him feel whole and cozy, grounded in reality. After a big meal it's safe to say you'd find him curled up in his bed nest, sleepily preening the feathers of his wings until the fullness in his tummy lulls him into a nap. -> [Cont.] post-meal angel snuggle pile, with Abel lovingly pressed between Emily and Peter. Thank you. ♡ He finds so much comfort in food, it's his love language and how he focuses on self-care. Food is not only delicious, it also nourishes the body, it's a language that brings people together to bond and commune. Sure he's not going to be scrawny with how passionate he is at the end of the day, but Abel likes his size! It feels right for him. ♡ When he's digesting, his tummy can get a little vocal, not to a disruptive degree but it's enough for him to get red in the face even if he's not in big company. He'll just be sitting there, working on something, and his tummy is 'grrrumbll...' 'groooann'... 'grrrrggglleeee...'-ing up a storm. ♡ It's not always immediately noticeable given his stature: Abel's stomach rounds out very easily when he overindulges. His sides and upper belly start feeling drum-tight and warm with how much his stomach is working to digest everything inside it. No wonder he can do nothing but sleep after a meal like that.

-> Stomachaches:

♡ "Please try to not stress too much it'll- it'll hurt your tummy.." - Abel, 2025. -> And then the entire fandom collectively agreed he's speaking from experience and, is too, a chronic tummyache survivor. ♡ I am also one of those people who consider Abel to be privy to stomach upset, mostly stressed-induced given how easily he's subjected to it. Queasiness greets him when he wakes up, nervous swallowing traps air where it pinches his insides if he doesn't manage to (quietly and discreetly, heaven has standards /hj) belch it back up, and the pressures of anxiety cause his stomach to roll like waves in a riptide. ♡ Abel always carries a pocketful of individually wrapped ginger and peppermint candies in his robe, both for himself and in case a poor soul nearby is in need of an easy tummy soother. ♡ Pain is one thing he can't hide well, let alone stomach pain. He's not going to be saving face during these dark moments, no he's going to be curled up, cradling and trying to soothe away the ache in his tummy with his hands, softly groaning between each sharp, assaulting cramp that rolls through him. It's pitiful to witness. ♡ He'll try and refrain from taking flight if his stomach feels even the tiniest bit upset, the strain and jostling can trigger a flare-up before he can even reach the ground again. But, unfortunately, flying is not always an option that can be opted out of given the infostructure of heaven. It's pain that future him will just have to deal with </3

-> Soft v.ore:

!! This is entirely soft/safe! BUT I'm willing to explore digestion later. For reference, prey will be half-sized, he needs a good, healthy meal.

♡ Abel is hands-down one of the most gentle preds out there, goodness this man would be holding you like you're the most precious thing in the world. ♡ In actuality, he would nervous even at the idea of swallowing someone, wouldn't that hurt? What if he couldn't bring them back up? Why do they want to be eaten anyways? Isn't cannibalism forbidden? That's a weird thing to do and want- -> [Cont.] With enough convincing though, he'd start to feel more at ease to the idea, but only if the prey doesn't oppose to being let out early whenever he chooses. 'S not like he's exactly done this before, and he's not going to let some stubborn soul get accidentally hurt by his hands. He just doesn't rock like that. ♡ After swallowing someone down, he ensures he's relaxed and as gentle as a lamb. He kind of needs to be, in case his stomach decides it's going to rebel the moment there's an anxiety spike. The prey is in there to chill and ease their nerves, not to be rolled and churned around in the midst of a stomachache. ♡ Thinking about Abel not handling squirmy prey well, because he's a very new pred and, combined with his already sensitive stomach, it'll take a lot of belly rubs and getting used to the new sensations before he can feel fully comfortable with this.

-> [I'm gay don't look at me] "Haha, oh- wow, you guys can get a little heavy in there- mmngh..." A soft, slow groan gets drawn out of Abel's throat when the weight in his belly shifts, as if in attempt to find a more comfortable position. This was all very new for his stomach, the foreign movement competing with how tense the organ was and nearly taking his breath away. He hadn't even noticed how puffed up his feathers were.

Abel huffed, turning a little on his side in vain attempt to give his tummy more room to swell out; seems like the little one in there was going to need it if either of them wanted this to continue without a premature expulsion.

"C'mon, nngh- settle down now, you're okay.." Another squirm, another sharp throb through his inexperienced stomach. God, this was going to be a long night.