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how long i've been waiting

crumpled barns, texas, 1995 • nadav kander

Mostly sensations and images. I can remember some of the words spoken to me, but I can't fully remember the voices

It changed as I went from one phase of my life to the other. As a Deity I had tanned skin; golden eyes; wavy dark hair, and black wings. I often wore a heavy cloak with furs, wherever I went.

The Hearth and Home

I had my share of followers, yes. It was... Warm. I was grateful for each and every one of them, and loved them dearly.

I currently work with the Nordic Pantheon: in part due to the familiarity.

Anything involving fire and runes resonate strongly with me.

I believe I was considered benevolent, and I very much was.

They are my equals, and I want nothing but the best for them as a whole.

I'm not sure, actually. From what I remember... I suppose one could describe it as a familiar presence? I don't think they could ever see me, but many seemed to be able to feel when I was around. If candles were lit, their flames would lean in my direction- I remember that.

I did blessings, yes. Though those were to keep my followers' homes sturdy and warm, things of that nature. I couldn't do anything to/for them, directly.

Reveared is such a strong word, haha... I was definitely not feared, however.

Hmm, I'm not quite sure.

Large-scale? Oh, I'm not sure... Same things they'd leave on the altars in their homes, I'd assume. Homemade foods, comforting objects, crafted pieces, candles, crow feathers, etc.

I'd never demand anything- but anything the follower made, gathered, or owned that brought a sense of nostalgia or comfort would do nicely. Green candles and crow feathers would also be very nice

Probably the forest, and the coziest corner in their home.

(See 9)

I had one friend of mine, more beloved than anyone else in any realm... Trying to label them and us in any way would fall short, I fear. They were my Dearest One- the one who's old domain I was gifted, and the one who showed me everything my Creator had kept hidden.

(See 2)

I do, yes. I still feel as though I must provide those protections and comforts for those that I can. It makes me feel the same as it did, back then.

The Gods of my pantheon had their own realm, yes. As did my Creator. I, in turn, also resided in these realms.

Deitykin/Godkin Question List ᯓ★

Do you have memories of being a deity? If so, what are they like?

Do you remember what your divine form looked like? If so, describe it!

Did you have a specific domain or aspect you ruled over (e.g., love, war, nature)?

Did mortals or other beings worship you? How does that memory feel?

Do you feel a connection to specific myths, cultures, or religions in this life?

Are there particular symbols, rituals, or practices that resonate with you as a deitykin?

Were you considered benevolent, neutral, or malevolent in your divine role?

How do you view mortals and humanity now compared to your past divine role?

Did you have a specific way of manifesting to mortals, such as dreams, visions, or physical apparitions?

Did you grant blessings, curses, or other forms of divine influence?

Were you revered or feared more than loved by mortals?

What song do you associate with yourself?

If you had a shrine today and were worshipped on a large-scale level, what items would people leave as offerings?

What offerings would you demand in today’s world?

What place would mortals associate with you (e.g., beaches, forests, mountains)?

Did you have a specific way of manifesting to mortals, such as dreams, visions, or physical apparitions?

Did you have relationships with other deities, mortals, or beings?

Do you remember what your divine form looked like?

Do you feel like you still have a purpose or role tied to your divine identity?

Did you reside in a specific realm or plane of existence as a deity?

These questions were inspired by @/courtroom-confession. Feel free to reblog and share your own questions, I encourage you to do so as I am curious as well.

I am also always open to answer any questions to those who seek knowledge, my friend, as I am open to all that you wish to know.

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Fern Gully. 🌿🌲

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Nothing as elegant as a crow walking, right?

here's from sunday with... you guessed it! the crows! 3.23.25

Vlad Fausto A.

Crow stimboard with themes of trinkets and witchcraft

For @justalexisfine

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CROW STIMBOARD

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◇ day 7 - event post ◇ @rocambolestim

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so I've actually done my top two favourite animals in the himalayan cat and the cecropia moth, but why not do the next one lmao?

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"Balders Gaze"

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© Milta Svartvis

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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.

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Angel-Deity nonhuman, alterhuman, otherkin

A combo of these angelkin and deitykin flags for beings who are an angel and deity in some way!

"alterhumans just wanna be quirky!"

tell that to the therians who are shunned for being too wild, too animalistic. tell that to the fictionkins who can't watch a scene of themselves being hurt because it brings back too many memories. tell that to every fallen angel who can't go into a church without sobbing, tell that to every marionette being dragged by its strings until it's broken, tell that to every song who went deaf and is forgetting what it sounds like.

tell it to all of us. or are you scared?

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.

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

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Crow Stimboard

PT: Crow Stimboard

Made for: @cottondaycarestims (Phil)

I had a nap half way through making this because I loved looking at the crows. I hope you like this as much as my tired brain did.

Credits: x x x x x x x x x

Deep in the mysterious woods.