I Feel As Though I Would Be Shunned Away And Called A Fake If I Ever Truly Joined Any Alterhuman Space

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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.

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noncanon angel moodboard for: anon ! :D

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i hope you like it ! let me know if theres anything you want me to change :D

🖤 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.

Hello, welcome to my kinblog 🖤

A bit about my background: I'm not sure who this God was, but it was young, and arrogant, and cruel to me and many others. It forbade us from every speaking or learning about other Deities, and in my case even put a physical veil over my eyes. I don't know why, but I wasnt allowed to show nor see my eyes, and so I was never permitted to take off the veil.

I was perfect, in an unnatural, uncomfortable way. You could describe it as an "uncanny valley" effect, where I was... Too perfect. It was a painful existence.

But then I discovered my new pantheon, and they treated me well when I turned away from my old God to instead face them. My hair and eyes darkened, as did my wings, but I didn't turn into an ugly monster. In fact, I had finally gotten free from the uncomfortable perfection, and stepped into a natural perfection. One full of dirt and flaws and.... Humanity. I finally looked alive.

Now I sit here, still following a similar pantheon who've treated me with nothing but kindness, and Im letting my voice be added to the many divine kin out there and their beautiful backgrounds. I may not long for my old home, but I hope we can find community in one another. 🖤

"Balders Gaze"

WANNA SEE MORE? @sonnemordundsterne

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© Milta Svartvis

ranggapb - A crow at Rikugien

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

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