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@goldenpantheon
i love where i live ♡
i don’t know what’s cooler tbh:
Demon horns being broken halos from when they were angels.
Demons willingly grow their own halos, but never complete the circle to symbolize their rebellion against heaven’s strict order.
In addition to the second one, angels are GIVEN their halos rather than earning them. Demons like Lucifer rebelled for freedom and individuality, thus demon horns all look different compared to an angel’s boring halo.
Horns are useful tools, but if you join them into a circle they become useless badges of authority.
And the thing about wearing a badge is that you become a symbol of someone else. You’re not you, you’re an extension of the entity whose authority you’re borrowing. You can’t be yourself until you ditch it
Here’s a visual representation of angels and demons.
I figure that as angels, their “horns” would glow when connected to become traditional halos. However, this blinds the angel with heavenly light, making the angel rely on God’s guidance.
Angels who break their halos become demons, and willingly grow their horns in obscure shapes so it won’t connect back into a halo. Because the halo no longer blinds them, demons can finally see but can no longer communicate with God for guidance – the light they once gave to heaven now belongs to them, hence demons being proficient with fire allowing them to see in the dark.
Extra notes on horns & halos:
Circular horns (Halos) are smooth and easy for God to “grab” like a chain.
Jagged horns are sharp to the touch and can pierce God.
Crucial notes I forgot to add:
The only way angels can break their own halos is through strong, direct, hard force; rebellious angels willingly fell from heaven, breaking their halos upon hitting our world’s surface. That’s why demons are called “fallen angels”.
The only thing that can hurt God and other angels is another angel, so the shattered remains of a demon’s old halo would be reformed into tridents and pitchforks commonly associated with the devil.
Regretful demons wishing to commune with God again would either try to grow their horns back into a halo, or clasp their hands in prayer to form a circle with their own body mimicking a halo. It would faintly work. These demons would become the first priests, and spread the practice to humans.
It’s just,,,, haunting
what if angels in their “true” forms are actually more terrifying than demons because demons reflect human sins and fears but angels are so entirely other and alien from us as to be truly eldritch
demon, looking at a renaissance painting of an angel as a rosy-cheeked cherub with fluffy white wings and golden curls and a gentle, loving expression: you see this shit? propaganda
Demons:
Angels:
This truth on Sunday
@xantissa
EYESSSSSS
Yes. Aziraphale is being traumatized as we speak. EYES.
I’m just putting this here for shits and giggles…
Antique Ethereal Women Statues.
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i want a someone to sense my divinity.
i want to be passing somebody on the street or in a store or in the hallways between classes, where they stop to ask “youre an angel, arent you?”
i want a child, eyes filled with wonder and joy and optimism, to look at me and say “your wings are pretty.”
i want my partner to listen to me talk about religion and my siblings still in heaven, and recognize why i so heavily associate myself with angels. why i pray to them instead of a god. why i tense up and prickle when they are being silly and call me holy, divine, or a blessing.
i want to see one of my siblings in passing. we dont know eachothers given name or eachothers story, but we recognize one another in other ways, give a nod, and hope we see eachother again.
please reblog or comment if
you’re either one or more of these kin types and post about them so I can follow you
- angelkin
- dollkin
- divinekin/godkin
angelic fashion choices
the same fucking t-shirt for four days in a row now
screaming as a fashion statement
bare feet or flip flops in mid december
or like six jackets in july; either way because you’ve forgotten how to feel things properly on a normal scale and yr connection with the Flesh Suit is tenuous at Best
absentmindedly drawing a hundred fucking eyes on your arms and thighs during a boring math class
designer bags under ur eyes
A Thin Healthy Layer of Dirt
angelic self care, according to Sari pt 1
- holy water in a spray bottle that I spray where my wings should be (I swear, this helps them stop feeling so strained. I like to add rose and frankincense oils to mine sometimes) - making your own sugar scrubs that smell like temples long forgotten - doodling Enochian seals on yourself (my favorites include protection sigils and energy boosters) - listening to gorgeous choirs and getting lost in the thick harmonies because it sounds like home - sitting outside on windy days - eating honey with everything - actually, just remembering to eat is super important, love your vessel - don’t forget to drink water! I also love iced green tea. - wearing golden highlight for the Aesthetic™ - singing hymns that humanity has long forgotten - meditating - just basking in the love of your friends and family - sitting in churches (edit: or any sacred place) and soaking up the energy - gardening, because creation is kind of glorious - reading poetry - just taking the time to breathe and get acquainted with your own body.
holy holy holy
Psyche in the Temple of Love” (detail) by Sir Edward John Poynter.
sometimes you just wanna kiss a demon and thats just how it is
Heavenly flowers | fauxtale
angel: *descends from the heavens* FEAR NOT
humans: aAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAHH AAAAAAAAAAA
the angel, a literal flaming eye-covered winged wheel: WHY ARE YOU RUNNING, WHY ARE YOU RUNNING
mood: cranking up the air conditioning just so i can swaddle myself in blankets and pillows so that I can try to convince myself i have my wings back