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gift ideas for your local god:

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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...

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.

Up on melancholy hill sits a crow just looking out on the day...

Aaskrähe (carrion crow) im Unteren Schlossgarten, Stuttgart-Ost.

How it feels to see fellow god/ angel kin

Moodboard for us cause yeah.

Ay fellow gods, how do you figure out what your Divine associations are? Cause i got Associations sure, but how do i know whats connected to the god shit

fallen angelkin

angel of grief, william wetmore story \\ the civil war, anne sexton \\ a city like a guillotine shivers on its way to the neck, ilya kaminsky \\ slut, daphne gottlieb \\ the fallen angel, alexandre cabale \\ google search results \\ the fallen angel, willem de zwart \\ unknown \\ grief lessons: four plays by euripides, anne carson \\ tanerelle, ig

Angels in baggy jeans and t-shirts smoking cigarettes. Angels with prescriptions they need to go pick up. Angels returning library books. Angels taking afternoon strolls to the grocery store. Angels in urban spaces. Angels learning to fit their wings into their small apartment bedrooms. Angels making their partners coffee and breakfast every morning. Angels existing and seamlessly blending divinity into the mundane.

I was a being of the Hearth and Home- the warmth under blankets and in fresh meals.

If someone were to make an altar for me, I'd accept anything they wished/were able to provide. But I would like obsidian, dried herbs, and white/green/black candles. Offerings of food would be endearing, and anything crafted for me by their own hands would be cherished. Perhaps a deep green altar cloth, if you want to get fancy (/lh). I do so love moss.

For abilities... To help keep the fire fed throughout winter nights; to make sure food is warmed evenly and entirely. To keep the home steady through storms; and make sure the gentle, content comfort was always there.

Meeting the one who gave me my true sight. The callouses on their hands, the kindness in their voice. Dark green and brown eyes, and soft hair between my fingers. Drifting asleep on moss for the first time, and waking up feeling... Free.

In this life, I'm heavily associated with the Moon. I suppose anything that brings a sense of homely comfort would be perfect representation. Warm hearths, soft beds, a favorite blanket or smell- even a childhood story.

godkin/deitykin questions

what are you a god/deity of?

if someone were to make an altar for you, what would you want included in it?

what are your abilities?

if you have source memories, what's one positive one?

what's an image that represents you?

if you want to add more questions, feel to rb with some!

Believe me, if it were the end, you would know it. Some call it delusion, I call her Skaði. The grass will be green once again.