Cig Harvey, Petunias, 2020

if you find yourself restless, hopping from one identity to another and unable to pin yourself down, feeling like nothing fits? look through all your past kintypes. all of them. what part of the wolf resonated in your being? what was it about that videogame character that burned in your blood? find those things. collect them in a scrapbook of the heart. you'll gain a clearer picture and realize that you found yourself right where you left yourself - in the pieces you have left behind.

🖤 Welcome to my Deity kinblog 🖤

My identity as a Deity is not as straightforward as some: I was once an Angel. I fell. Or, as I prefer to say, dropped. And then when my Domain was gifted to me, I became a Deity.

There is much that I am still remembering, so as time goes on some details may change; but these are absolute.

I am not searching for followers.

As much as I do truly miss that connection, and my humble purpose, there is no way to recreate that. I am of mortal flesh and capability: I cannot, and will not, be your God. I have, and will continue to, talk about having a similar dynamic with my Beloved. However, this is something that developed after knowing each other for a long while, and with the knowledge that we are of the same flesh and ability. Please do not take that as invitation. It is not.

Offerings and communication of casual and friendly intent are acceptable, but please- no worship. Only those significantly close to me would ever be considered safe to do so.

🖤 About Myself 🖤

• 22 years old

• He/They pronouns

• Masc-aligned

• Pagan (Norse/Celtic)

🖤 About This Kin 🖤

• Deity of the Hearth and Home

• Appearance: Black hair, veil that covers my lower face, gold eyes, black wings. I usually wore/was depicted in a black cloak with a fur-lined hood, with an opening in the back for my wings.

• Associations: Homely Comforts, Fires (specifically campfires or those in fireplaces), Crows.

• My Creator and Pantheon are not of this world/universe/etc. They have their similarities, but are not 1:1 equivalents. Please do not refer to them as such.

🖤 Misc 🖤

My DMs and inbox are always open, though I ask that DMs are for those bodily 18+ considering my own age. Other godkin/Deitykin/fallen/angelkin/divinekin/etc are always welcome, and I would be very happy to hear from you.

basic DNI applies: this is a safe space, and I will not tolerate bigotry, hate, or Idiocracy.

‘This ___ is divine’ userboxes!! (Quad)

Moodboard for us cause yeah.

Calling all angelkin, godkin, devinekin, aviankin, dragonkin, and any other flying kin out there: here, have some photos from my "pictures of super cool clouds I took on my flights to the main land" collection. My treat :3

Hope you enjoy <3

Sincerely, your fellow flying creature, Cadence ^w^

Edit: Just took a few more flights (and I'm gonna be taking more over the summer :]) so here, have some (1 for now cuz I'm on mobile, but there'll be more once my computer charges) more!

To the animals, the wolves, the lions, the foxes and cats and birds: Your eyes shine so brightly. Your fur is luscious, your feathers luxurious, your teeth furious and beautiful. Your claws are sharper than you think. One day, you will get them back. One day, you will be helpless, human, no more.

To the fairies, the angels, the aliens, the demons, the mermaids and sirens, the divine: Even here you are powerful. Even here you are divine and beautiful. Your wings are gorgeous, your horns and haloes majestic, your tails ethereal. Home will welcome you, welcome us all, with open arms one day.

To my fellow dolls, the marionettes, the puppets, the toys and ball-jointed: We may be delicate, but our subtle power defines us. We bend and move and dance in ways no human ever could. One day, our everlasting regality will return to us.

To the voids, the glitches, the abstract, the eldritch, the robots, the objectheads: Do with this brief moment of flesh what you will. You know who you really are inside, and that’s all that matters. Your soul still bleeds the color of the stars.

To the monsters, the zombies, the cryptids, the vampires, the werewolves and ghosts: The world will always fear that which it does not understand. We understand each other, and through this we have made our own world. We create our reality, and that’s what’s important.

To the therians, the otherkin, the fictionkin, voidpunks, and all other nonhumans: We are strong. We know who and what we are. We know what this flesh conceals. One day, the world will see us for who we are and accept us as her children all the same. For now, we persevere.

Nothing as elegant as a crow walking, right?

here's from sunday with... you guessed it! the crows! 3.23.25

Rock Collection

Opal

(via @lonequixote​)