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Shout to all the 'fantasy' and 'not real' non/alterhumans!

Angels

Demons

Fairies

Elves

Dragons

Unicorns, pegasuses and alicorns

Selkies

Mermaids

Spirits and ghosts

Haunted dolls or objects

Magical beings and magical fictionkins

Griffins

Vampires

Werewolves

Zombies

Changelings

Centaurs

And everyone else I forgot to mention! We are REAL, we EXIST, we are a real life fantasy!!!

🖤 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.

"alterhumans just wanna be quirky!"

tell that to the therians who are shunned for being too wild, too animalistic. tell that to the fictionkins who can't watch a scene of themselves being hurt because it brings back too many memories. tell that to every fallen angel who can't go into a church without sobbing, tell that to every marionette being dragged by its strings until it's broken, tell that to every song who went deaf and is forgetting what it sounds like.

tell it to all of us. or are you scared?

Had a dream of an old woman. Her home was dark and made of wood, and the air was full of the smell of rain. She had white hair, and the wrinkles on her face danced as she smiled her millionth smile, looking at me with soft eyes. As if we were old friends, reminiscing on older times. She hands me a well-loved child's toy. Nothing fancy, nothing flashy or intricate. It was a simple doll, made of old simple fabric, with a kind simple expression. Its hair was made of yarn, and it was small in her thin hands, which had held countless other things. But those hands held this doll so preciously, so gently- like a young babe; precious, and loved with the full capacity of the human heart. And she hands it to me. Places it gently in my hands, saying not a word, that expression unwavering. She was showing it to me, sharing the decades of memories and love stored inside every fraying thread.

The fire is a comfortable warmth for the woman, despite her gentle body being easily chilled. The rain thudded against the old wood of her home, which gave it's life for her to continue her own- and, in a way, she gave it a new one. A life it would've never known otherwise. And so they took care of each other. And I took care of them.

She calls me a strange name, one of the many I've been called- one of the many that had been forgotten as generations had come and gone. I say her name in a tongue I do not recognize, though it passes by my lips easily. It is not the first, nor the last time I have said this name. I am one of the few who remembers it.

I gently put the doll among the other things she has given to me over the years, all holding an amount of love only a human could carry, and I cherish them all. She lights candles that she made herself, dyed green for the forest I so dearly love. I stare at them a while, watching the flames flicker gently, tilted slightly in my direction.

As I look around the home, tend to the fire and make sure the home is steady, the woman sits in the chair her son made for her, gazing out at the rain. We both know this will be her last storm, and so I do not bother her. Only keep my presence nearby. She may take her time, enjoy the world a few moments longer. Enjoy the world for as many moments as she may wish.

I held her hand and shared with her memories of when she was young. Of when she first said my name, and when she first offered me a little flower crown she made, to her mother's delight. I shared with her memories of her children, and her children's children- and of the children who've yet to come. Her family is all in good health, and happy.

She hopes, with a smile, that her passing does not interrupt that.

It will, but only for a moment. They will learn to be happy, because she would want them to be. And so they will, and they will do so with all their hearts. She will remind them just how important happiness is.

She rests, then. And I stay until the candles' flame dies out one last time.

all.but.all

gift ideas for your local god:

eye stuff eye stuff eye stuff eye stuff eye stuff eye st

c a n d l e s

a fucking break man

gemstones!!!!

a thorn crown

feathers to help make wings

gemstone bracelets

eye stuff

cool looking wine glasses

shiny trinkets......

classic novels

a new vessel

GRAPES

did i mention eye stuff

@sweet-tooth4u @that-one-flutist here's a few ideas for you btw...

hi all! i made my own “alterhuman ID” template, free to use for anyone :D the box in the right-side corner is to add the symbol of your identity (therian, alterhuman, otherkin, otherhearted, etc)

make sure you dont put any information that could put you in danger! this is just for fun and you dont need to put your actual information if u dont want to! making things up is totally okay.

also make sure to have the images full-screen if you are saving them, as it will give you the best resolution.

i edited mine in IbispaintX

“registration date” is the year i realized i was nonhuman, you can put whatever youd like

inspired by this & another i cannot find!!