idea: build an altar to yourself. include dried petals from your favorite flowers. a candle in your favorite scent. include a figurine of a wolf if you're a wolf, of an angel if you're an angel. burn incense. play your favorite song. lay back and close your eyes and... honor yourself. you know?
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Not to be a lost, forsaken fallen angel on main but what if I swore my eternal devotion to you in exchange for the privilege of sitting at your feet and resting my cheek on your leg, staring up at a being so majestic, so otherwordly and glorious and powerful, with eyes that radiate divinity of such magnitude it ignites my skin afire and make my heart bleed with religious ecstasy.
Haha, I'm kidding, of course! Of course I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm ki
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What if
Now hear me out
What if I was an angel
And you were a supernatural being
And we just kissed a little
And if you don't like kissing we can get some tea
Or see the stars and scare the townspeople
Idk just a thought bro
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wish our Creature Noises were easier to describe on here. 'rrrr', 'brrrrrr' 'grrarr' 'hrrrrrr' and 'sssss' do not fully transmit what i mean. mmrrp however is Wonderful.
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hi, at what part of puberty do i get my divine glowing light? what's that you say? never? fascinating, thanks! *starts mauling people*
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My mom: *dehumanizing my whole life*
Me: I identity as nonhuman
My mom: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU CALL THE MENTAL HOSPITAL MY SON IS INSANE WHY DID THIS HAPPEN HOW COULD THIS HAVE POSSIBLY HAPPENED
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don't be afraid. cut off all your hair and dye it pink with bright orange flames painted on it. wear that headband with the fluffy cat ears. hook that fox tail to your belt and wear it to your favorite coffee shop. get the tattoo. wear the mood ring. ring your eyes with black eyeliner the way your mom told you looked bad. do it to piss her off, but do it for yourself, too. howl at the strawberry moon. befriend the monster under your bed.
you don't know if there's a life after this one, and that's part of what gives this life its value. don't waste it hiding your light.
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When you’re both agender and voidpunk, so you somehow experience ungodly amounts of gender envy exclusively from eldritch monsters of the void that transcend mere human comprehension and have witnessed the rise and fall of civilisations across millenia.
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Its Okay
To the divinekin of the world I want you to know that it's okay.
Angels it's okay to not know what choir you were a part of.
All of the divinekin it's okay if you aren't religious.
All of the divinekin it's okay if you feel resentment towards your deity.
All of the divinekin its okay if you love your diety with all your being
All of the divinekin it's okay to not feel perfect.
All of the divinekin it's okay to like dark colours.
All of the divinekin it's okay to like pastel colours.
Fallen Angels who don't consider themselves demons it's okay
Fallen Angels who do consider themselves demons it's okay.
All of the divinekin who spent time in heaven and miss their time in heaven it's okay.
All of the divinekin who spent time in heaven and hated their time there it's okay.
All of the divinekin who spent time in hell and hated it there it's okay.
All of the divinekin who spent time in hell and miss their time there it's okay.
All of the divinekin it's okay to match what people expect your kin to look like.
All of the divinekin it's okay to struggle in this world.
To all of the divinekin I just want you to know that it's okay and everything will be okay.
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Bruh, why is all the angelkin care stuff all this soft coquette bullshit and most of the time, it's pro ana too. Where's the angelkin care for the gross angels? The angels who spit, swear, and drink? The angels who hate girly stuff, the angels covered in mud and blood, the angels who stare at people so they can smite them, who make their eyes so big and eerie they want people cowering in fear, the angels covered in blood, marks, scars and bruises and burns, who wear black and will tell you to fuck off if you talk to them too early in the morning and will use their halos to choke you if you don't shut up. Where's the care for the angels who kick and scream and leave claw marks on the way down their fall, who scream for God? Where's the care for all my filthy, sinful, passionate, beautiful angels? There's no fucking softeness in us we are soldiers, killers, we are the fucking sun that lights up the earth we are deadly, divine and beautiful.
I love all my fellow grotesque angels<3
help me afford top surgery!!
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wing preening is something that can be so intimate actually
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