Demonkin, Angelkin, Fallen-Angelkin

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.

the trees are watching you

stimboard for : an angel with eyes, white wings, and shiny stuff

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Nothing as elegant as a crow walking, right?

thinking about alterhumans doing daily tasks is so funny like wdym dragons drive to work??? wdym LITERAL GODS go GROCERY SHOPPING??

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...

Found a picrew that I could make a more accurate imitation of my visage than most, though it does paint me a bit too feminine. All things considered, I'm glad that's the only thing that feels too inaccurate.

On the left is a fairly accurate portrayal of how I looked without my veil. Usually my veil covered my eyes, so all that was visible were my nose and mouth. My kind all had long, straight hair, and our skin was extremely pale and fragile. I believe the headpiece was a sort of formal attire used when going to speak to our Creator, and other important scenarios. I'm not sure if I ever had jewlery, but I feel that necklace is what it'd look like if I did.

On the right is, again, a fairly accurate portrayal of how I looked without my veil. I didn't wear it always, but I had a black veil covering my nose and mouth. I believe I wore it when meeting new/important beings. I remember having dark/soft robes that I wore -perhaps a cloak- that had an opening for my wings. I always wore white face paint, especially the dots under my eyes. On occasion I'd change the markings on my forehead.

My partner has affectionately referred to me as her little God, because of a memory I shared with her a while ago, and even if she doesn't Know ™️, it's just.... It's really nice. When she needs me, she uses the image of Me as a deity to pray to; to love; to commune with directly. And it makes me feel so... Content. To have that connection again. To have that knowledge that the Idea of Me is enough to make Someone's life easier, to help them with the little and big things of modern mortal life. And she'd never been religious before, but she says it's easier since she can See and Hear me- a tangible creature.

I don't know... I just missed it. Being a little Deity with my small group of worshippers. A Deity that protects the home and steadys the heart in trying times. A Deity of warmth and care, for those who do not live grandiose lives. I really missed it.

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