Twisted Minds Have Twisted Souls

//Fallen Angel// Ninsun//female//serving under the great mother moon// This is a sideblog, I'll follow you back with the main blog: Reowa

[blackravenwings]

After all this years, I still dream of you.

[cheraph]

Hey sweetie,,, yes yes your giant gravestone-dark wings are menacing in the heavy rain,,,, ,, and yes honey the small sliver of divinity buried deep within you is glowing a dim silver that is very mysterious, please come back inside,,, ,

[theharecares]

Realizing that I truly am free to be who I want to be is insane. It's too much power.

I would say that the majority of people would stay human if given the chance to change. Me though?

I want to be holy, I want to be fearsome, I want to be a thing with teeth that rip and tear. I want to be covered in soft fur to look harmless when really I'm everything you never wanted.

This might just be my silly lil brain, but seeing how free the creatures here live makes me happier than anything because it tells me that I can live that way too. I am so much more than my meat suit.

[serialjuliet]

[hopefulhaven]

animalistic angels. angels with talons. angels with long, sharp horns. angels with gleaming eyes who's heads swivel like an owl in curiosity. angels with thrashing tails. carnivorous angels. angels who hunt. angels who talk in growls and purrs. animalistic angels <3

[cloudsnwings]

do you realize how incredible you are? you have lived through so much, persevered and endured through lives no human could comprehend. you are a creature of power and tenacity. you are incredible. you are so, so incredible.

[cloudsnwings]

you are not you.

and yet i still see you.

i see the wings beneath your clothes, rustling and trying to get used to being so small.

i see the horns beneath your hair, threatening to grow and point towards the skies like they did before.

i see the claws beneath your nails, wanting to poke free and scratch at the bark of the nearest tree.

i see the pads on your hands, soft and invisible, waiting to touch the snow of tundras again.

you are not you.

and yet i still see you.

[oniroro]

[yuumei-art]

Pressed Flower Wings

[yuumei-art]

Window wings, fragile panes

Shield me from the dark

Warm me with your spark

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Full resolution images and painting videos on Patreon

Part of my glass wings series

[seraphremiel]

“The storm is both my beginning and my destruction,

My death and rebirth,

When my ribcage aches under the weight of divinity the storm washes it away.”

- Remiel on the storm

[elenamorelli]

{ the quiet beauty of a misty forest }

[orphneacheron]

LES RETROUVAILLES.XVII.III.MMXVIII. {Gathered For Eternity} by Orphné Achéron.

pencil, ink, gold and silver.

[fabulousmaxdesu-blog]

[angelwithabrokenwing]

Have you ever seen an angel fly?

They're in the wind that kisses your cheeks and brushes your shoulders.

They're in the feathers that flutter down around you.

They're in the leaves that stick to your clothes.

They're in the rain that soaks you to the bone and the sun that warms you to your core.

Angels are watching you wherever you go.

[fleurangelic]

That subtle change in the way the breeze feels against your lungs and face - autumn has come once more for a full embrace

[wildcardrenegade]

Awake, Old one.

You are young once more. Move, so that your rust shifts, so that your pieces return to life. You are a young god once more, once dead but now living. Reborn into resplendence and grace. Rise, so that you may be your true self, the best that you can be.

Each and every one of us are Old Gods, reborn again and again, new and young, alive, born in every little crack and crevice, developing into something beautiful.