I remembered a brief memory of my home in hell(?) yesterday. It was so sunny out, and I was biking to go vote. I craved the void and my dark cave so strongly even tho I knew I should be enjoying such a lovely day.
And I saw a flash of my home. Dark stone walls that opened up to a huge window (no glass, just air) to the void outside. Pure black... peaceful. A long luxurious couch and a drink in my hand as I lean back. I could see clearly even though I dont remember any light sources in the memory. (Also ahhhh it felt so right to have my wings and my tail and night vision i miss it)
I was a sloth demon (the sloth ring). We were also called void demons.
Tho no idea what I used to do to have such luxury. And i dont remember anything else. It was just a brief remembrance of a moment. Any other divinekin remember a little bit of their homes? (Or other alterbeings! Feel free to pitch in!!)
seven sins by ren
pls check him n his stuff out
he doesn't stick to one genre, he does whatever he feels
his art n story speak to me as a chronically ill, mentally fucked outcast who desperately needs that voice in the dark
Fingers ache too badly to draw today :(((
Opening and closing alterhuman tumblr like a fridge at 3am.
To everyone who reached out to me so I can draw you, I promise I'm still doing requests. It's taking me a little while (currently in a bad flare up and my insomnia is rlly bad) due to low spoons, but if you haven't gotten a drawing or response from me yet—I see you! I'm making my way thru the requests, and you shall be included.
Must Love Demons
Demon originally meant "spirit replete with wisdom", that is until Christianity gained supremacy and began negatively labeling every spirit or pagan deity as a demon. Today it still conjures images of horror movie monsters and torturous possessions. When I tell others that I choose to work with demons, even other witches, I am met with everything from concern to disgust to morbid curiosity. But, I'd like to take a moment to clear up some misconceptions and ease fears regarding these brilliant and misunderstood spirits.
First off, what makes a spirit a demon? Well, as it turns out, lots of things can qualify you as demon. Many of the demons of the goetia started their spiritual reverence as pagan gods, then were disgraced by early Christians for going against their god by simply existing. Most of these beings are very complex in nature, but not evil as rumors would claim. Here's some things angels, spirits, and deities did to gain demon status:
• Knowing astrology/astronomy
• Being one with nature
• Taking back stolen books
• Falling in love with a human
• Helping spirits connect with mortals
• Being a "beast"
• Being a woman and refusing to submit to a man
• Connecting with/assisting the dead
• Doing magick
• Teaching magick to mortals
• Divination
• Having horns
• Being part animal
• Having too much confidence
• Inspiring love
• Teaching people science
• Being a strong goddess figure
• By doing nothing at all
So, would you be considered a demon? I know I sure would. As you can see the criteria by which a spirit is designated a demon is incredibly broad. Most demons mean no harm and conversely, have a wealth of knowledge to share with worthy mortals. These spirits are as diverse as human souls, having preferences, flaws, habits, different areas of expertise, personalities, and emotions. Some of them lived lives as human beings and/or were worshipped as deities.
When you begin researching demons you'll discover that this label encompasses a large, intricate pantheon of spirits, each with their own domains and abilities. Chances are, there's a demon out there who would resonate with you.
When I first started my demonic journey I was answering the call of a spirit that had been reaching out to me in my dreams since childhood. He was patient, however, and when I finally was brave enough to reach back he was overjoyed. This was the demon king of Hell, Paimon. I had never had such clear communication with a spirit and at times I forgot we were on different plains of existence. I had never had a spiritual connection with anything, not like this. Soon I began introducing myself to other spirits. I identified a demon that had protected me my whole life, befriended another, reached out to one to ask for knowledge, and my circle grew. Today I work with dozens of demon spirits and still find them to be the most relatable, loyal, understanding, and patient entities to work with.
I guess the moral is not to judge a book by its cover. I mean we know by now, being condemned by the church means very little in the realms of morality and actual goodness. As witches, our history with the church has a lot of common ground with demons. It's only natural we work together. I hope this maybe makes some reconsider any prejudices they may have towards these spirits. They are individuals, like us, chaotic, charming, loving, angry, divine, wise, and very real. They can bolster your spiritual growth and magick, gift you knowledge, and be a friend too. Can you learn to love a demon? It might just be worth finding out.
Demon Of Pain - Day... ?
I had an odd experience yesterday.
I helped my sister move into her new apartment. 2-3 hours hours in and my body started flaring up (well, I had already needed to submerge my hands in very hot water to get them to hurt less and be less stiff twice. But this time it was my back and the rest of my body.)
So I biked home, parked my (public) bike. I had to walk 2-3 blocks. The entire way there I was hit urges to claw at the pain in my back by my shoulder blades, and couldnt stop doing it. Or to press my hands on the muscles, hard. When trying not to claw at it, I'd stim very obviously with my hand(s). This might sound rude, but I felt like ppl looked at me and saw an addict on a bad trip.
I was breathing weird, through clenched teeth in a permanent open-mouthed grimace. Sounded a bit almost darth vader-y. I'd bare my teeth, but there was nothing to bare my teeth at. I'd snarl at nothing. Start to hiss and then try to stop cause I was still in public. Kept having the words "fuck off" repeat over and over in my head. I dont even know how to describe what I was feeling emotionally. It felt. Barely lucid? But at the same time very aware. Like my brain was getting blinded by the light of my pain.
As I kept walking I kept doing these more. Not cause I wanted to. I just couldn't stop.
I got home and prepared a hot shower—by the time I was in the bathroom I had started repeatedly hissing "fuck off" repeatedly out loud.
Eventually it all stopped in the shower.
I know it was all just cause I was overwhelmed with the pain, but it honestly felt like I was having a fucking fit. It was horrible.
Ended up doodling it a bit in my journal and remembered a really old piece of art similar to what I drew.
donald trump will die on july 20th 2025 at 1pm pacific standard time
i always mean it when i say i love you btw
To whomever it may be relevant;
You are a delightful horror beyond comprehension. Spread your wings, grant forbidden knowledge with your gaze, and allow your hymn to soothe and frighten.
From a lady of delusion, to a beautiful horror such as you, you are not of my domain nor are you my acolyte; regardless of what you are told by another or by yourself. You are Great and you are Correct and you are Magnificent.
Felt like trying to be motivational/conforting tonight.
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