mortal forms , aka the skins that gods wear to roam earth .
gods are more intangible concepts than physical beings . any corporal manifestation is willed , imagined , and something to be donned . some gods have their trademarks – golden hair , grey eyes , and more; while others may simply choose to appear as people imagine them to be , regardless of skin tone , eye and hair colour , markings on the skin , etc.
when a god chooses to appear in a mortal form , it is like wearing clothing , one that envelops the whole of the body . it isn't heavy , per se , but there is a weight to it , to wear human skin and have human features . to lift it away and reveal out true form is to lighten the soul , for lack of a better word , and become light wisps again .
when gods are themselves , they may be observed to flicker , like a hologram being interrupted . a god is of course , only perceived as they wish to be , but sometimes , you'd see them flicker in between old forms , or the different forms in which they are worshipped as . it causes no pain , and the god may barely feel it , but it is an interesting phenomenon to observe , especially with the older gods , who have lived for eons and have been known in different names and titles , and therefore different forms .
himerostis , goddess of love , rage and weapons , daughter-son of ares and aphrodite , dons their mortal form often . they are then known as rowan nightwine , a name picked out by the goddess themself when they were younger , and unlike the other gods , it is one of the only forms that the goddess has , and is often worn as the goddess wanders the earth .
in fact , the form is donned so often that the goddess themself has said that they forget how light divinity is , too used to the groundedness of a mortal form . this sentiment is frequently shared among the new gods of olympus , now that they exist in a time past ancient greece , past the time where they had more respect and responsibilities , gifting them with the freedom to roam and connect with worshippers .
emma changed my perspective on shifting and loa. I’d been on shifttok so long that it had kind of warped my perception of the concepts. I found @hrrtshape ‘s TikTok, and I was like “wait, that makes so much more sense”. I heard she was on tumblr, and then I joined it. so. yeah. I’m a new fan. but I will FOREVER be grateful for Emma.
from the great darkness, there came a searing light. it broke through the tangible shadow and banished the forces that lurk back into the corners of the galaxy.
no one speaks the great one's name. but we honor their sacrifice. it was their explosive death that created a spark of life. this spark of life was spread through the galaxy, like seeds sown by a farmer.
and where the sparks landed. life blossomed.
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in the dust that settled following the great one's supernova, a nebula, spun of golden threads and stardust. the birthplace of stars. and, so five were formed. children of the universe, rulers of the new galaxy. gods of the days before time was counted.
riyon, the one of the skies, came together with maren, the one of the waters, to conceive sanctuary from the relentless vacuum of space. and where their tears of pleasure fell, planets were formed.
lennox, who's name means caretaker in its native tongue, nurtured these newly formed planets. he sorted them into systems and placed a spark of life in each group to watch over and grow.
his binary counterpart, born of the same star as he, also came forward. alula, the protector. with the sparks of fire that flared from her, she brought each spark to life.
finally, there was caer. they did not take part in the creation of the galaxy. they did not bless this new world in any way. they simply watched their counterparts work with an inquisitive eye and instead retreated to the shadowy veil between the places where light touches and where dark matter lurks to wait until the time was right to bestow their own gift.
꒰ঌ HELLO TUMBLR ⋅˚₊‧ ❅ ‧₊˚⋅ welcome to my multiverse ໒꒱
hi! I’m ꒰ঌ Snowangel ໒꒱ — a daydreamer, shifter, aspiring author, and creator of many realities.
This blog is my little corner of the multiverse — a safe, magical space to share my shifting journey, scripts, signs, story snippets, and random thoughts.
i believe that shifting is natural, easy, and inevitable.
realities flow where belief does — and this is where i trace those paths.
🌷 about me
name: (Would rather not share my real one, nicknames vary per reality but call me Snowangel- of "Snow" or "Angel" besides)
pronouns: she/her
age: god save the prom queen
vibe: fluffy things, pastels, pink and blue, dreaminess, bows and ribbons.
favorite things: Greek mythology, my own writing, my DRs, Musical theatre.
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🌷 my current realities ~
❆ Main:
🔱camp half-blood dr — daughter of poseidon and candle maiden of hestia.
⚔️ever after high dr 2 (camelot) — Daughter of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere, knight, princess, and heir to the throne afraid of falling into her mothers path.
🕊 Marauders Era dr — the sun (I don’t support JKR)
🐲How to train your dragon dr — strangers in a strange land
❆ Secondary:
🍓 ever after high dr 1 (oz) — daughter of Dorothy Gale and Princess Ozma, hiding her parentage and writing her own destiny.
🦚 EPIC the musical/greek mythology dr — princess of argos, daughter of diomedes and blessed by hera.
🥀 Marvel dr — the hero persephone; guardian of life and daughter of death.
🦊Golden trio Era dr — daughter of the sun the moon and the star
🌺 outer banks dr — crossed over with mako mermaids/h2o
❆ Other:
🎤 Fame dr — the future of Hollywood
🏹Young Justice dr — daughter and apprentice of Green Arrow and Black Canary.
📼2000's HS dr — a melting pot of mean girls, clueless, 10 things, class of 09, etc
🦋Nevermore dr — both the Nevermore Webtoon and the Netflix series
🐚Young god dr — inspired by Velinxi’s young gods au
👒Avonlea dr — Anne with an e x little women x american girl
💌 Bridgerton dr — Queen Charlotte’s granddaughter, princess of England, navigating high society with grace and a secret smile.
💐Narnia dr — spring incarnate, determined and destined to banish the white witch
🌑Elfhame dr —
🧚🏽♀️Pixie Hollow dr —
🐇Marauders x Narnia dr —
🐉Fourth Wing dr —
🩸Legacies dr —
♖House of the Dragon dr —
group camp half blood dr —
royal school dr —
dead poets society dr —
(more to come — the multiverse is infinite)(if you want to hear more about any of these pls ask)
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shifting logs + experiences
writing snippets
personal reflections
Aesthetic moodboards
thank you for being here — whether you’re a fellow shifter, a dream traveler, or just curious.
the door’s always open ♡
“The metallic taste of irony hit her harder as she remembered how she ended up next to her father.”
— Ania, that was the name given to her. She lived near the forest, away from the great cities and into the quiet life of flowing waterfalls and forest nymphs. It had always been her mother and her. As for her father . . . Ania knew better then to ask, although she had caught her mother speak to the very familiar eagle she’d watch visit them since she was a babe.
So Ania never asked, why would she? She had her mother. She had food on their table, a place to sleep, a home. Everything was perfect with her father.
But that’s the thing isn’t it? Nothing stays perfect forever.
It was his fault. If he had never showed up that night. Why couldn’t he leave her alone? Why couldn’t he pretend she didn’t exist like he had his entire life. Why her? Why now?
“Don’t die,”
That was all he muttered as he caressed her cheek, their was this softness but it was gone was fast as lightning, eyes hardening as he pulled back. After that night her home became a monsters main attraction. Night after night she fought her hardest to keep her mother, her home, safe. Night after night she lost count of how many she had seen her mortal flesh be covered ichor. Nights turned into months, and months turned into years, and five years had passed since that night.
She had gotten used it. She had to get used to it. She felt her mothers eyes as Ania lost more and more of her humanity. Her own daughters humanity left to a single strand, all she could do was pray. Ania knew, of course she knew, her own mother had been praying to the same man who had cursed her with his tainted blood. But if the loss of her humanity saved her mother she would gladly give it up.
Until it happened. Until he ripped her heart out.
It had been a second. Just one. They needed money, money for food. Ania could sell the deer she had hunted for good money . . . she didn’t even reach the agora before she felt it. She felt it everywhere, and then she felt nothing. Like her heart had been ripped out of her body. The deer had been dropped to the ground, and Ania ran back, and ran, and ran until she made it back the cabin.
She doesn’t remember what happened after. All she remembers is rocking her mothers cold body back and forth in her arms. It was her father who’s face she faced, jaw gripped tightly as he examined her with little to no regards to very lady who gave birth to his own daughter. Ania had never hated any one more then she did then.
“You have survived this long?”
In that moment Ania wanted to see how much misery a god take. Ania would make sure he would regret ever sharing even a lick of his blood. She would be his misery, until her dying breath. And yet she felt this sick and twisted sense of pride. Ania blacked out before she could have spit in his face.
She woke up with warmth by her side and a wet cloth on her forehead. It appeared the warmth had come from the man attending her. He was as warm as the sunlight, and his smile was as bright as the sun. “Sleep.” he whispered was his fingertips closed her eyes. After that she had awoken up in the field, a horse nudging her awake. She was alone, again. The heaviness on her neck made her look down to see her mother pendent. Her last reminder of warmth.
She was quickly brought back by a kneeling man to her left, she sighed, it had already begun. Apollo, that’s the name he gave her, needed his lyre back. Simple he had said, quick he had said. “Get it for him and i will give you something in return.” And she did, who was she against a god? He gave her a bow and arrows.
She spent two years as an errand girl for the gods. And every time she came back alive, to everyone surprise and to Hera displeasure. It had been her twentieth birthday when she was summoned again. Her first birthday was being celebrated by the same gods who saw her as nothing but a mortal to do thier bidding. Until he spoke the words she never thought she’d hear.
“Become immortal. Be a god.”
The mood shifted in an instant, laughs were cut off and the gaze of all gods were on her. She scoffed softly, lifting her head to look at him, to really look at him into his eyes. That same little smiling girl who he’d watch was gone, this was a corpse filled with sorrow and anger.
“Whatever you wish, father.” it was hollow, holding nothing.
Her four words had sealed her fate. Ania had become the goddess of Sorrow and Reality. Ania had become what she hated most.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “That is Melanthia. Goddess of Ecstasy, Forbidden Love, Twilight, Revelry and Passion. She’s also the daughter of Dionysus and Aphrodite. Trust me, you do not want to get on her bad side. She could either fill you with pure euphoria just by a touch alone or drive you to insanity with obsession.”
i saw a fanfic of percy as poseidon’s oldest and first child and it got me thinking. i do, badly, want an ancient greece dr, and i want a goddess dr too right, but i also want an epic the musical dr, but i also want to be a hero in the ancient greece? WALK WITH ME NOW.
maybe, i was thinking, it could have reincarnation? like, the moirai issued a prophecy and then we had to die but we would be reborn as mortals, throughout the ages, and then pjo would come to play? HOLY SHIT WAIT OMG. so i would get to experience all of it—being the oldest child of persephone & hades, but also getting to live in epic the musical or like in THAT era of greek heroes so i could be one myself, and then finally my pjo dr comes to play? huh.
