ʙᴛᴡ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ:

Who wants to worship me and also treat me as an equal and also be terrified of me and also be disgusted by me and also adore me and feel safe around me and

Okay, but what about the godkin (and others!) who do want to be worshiped, who do want offerings and prayers? There has to be an ethical and consensual way to do this!

Hey, i’ve got a question. Starkins, how do you express yourselves? What feels most natural or comfortable to you? Is it connected to your identity in any way?

me, meeting nice human beings: actually, they aren't so bad. 

me, meeting rude assholes: in the eyes of the universe, you are nothing but cosmic dust.

pffffff

do not forget who you are.

Hello! How have you been doing?

depression hit me hard, but now i feel a little better, what about you?

If you are a pagan devoted to a deity, please live.

Continue writing about them, please keep saying their names. Please keep worshiping them. If you can’t find the strength within yourself to live for yourself, please try to live for them.

I know it’s getting scary. I think it’s going to get scarier. But please, if nothing else. Live.

Thousands of years, hundreds of genocides and crusades and decimation of culture, and yet somehow my Lords still have followers. Somehow I’ve found them. Somehow these names still have meaning. Through all of us they still remain.

Despite the efforts of centuries of suppression and control, My Lord is still alive, because I am alive.

In our fringe little cults, even when we must whisper because we cannot scream.

and maybe one day we’ll be free to frolic in fields or dance in forests while we chant without fear.

but for now, just live. Please.

decided to share things that cause me species euphoria:

— yellow lenses with snake pupils.

— black gloves and shiny chains.

— lavishly embellishing myself with glitter and sparkles, and accentuating my eyes with antimony.

— being in ancient sites such as temples, ruins, castles, and pyramids. I can feel their age and the vast history they hold. I can share in their memories, having witnessed the construction of some.

— listening to the stories, secrets, desires, and dreams of others.

— observing from the sidelines, without directly participating in the events.

— head jewelry, like crowns and chains (I miss my crown), as well as long black transparent skirts.

Hello! Could I have a dark starfolk (Worldless) moodboard with fire, Transient Luminous Events (Especially red sprites and ELVES), deep sea stuff and space themes please? Thank you in advance!

~ @empyrean-demise

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.