Seraphim Necklace By Moss Pixie

divinity’s light and warmth flows through my human form in rivers and waves, forming puddles in my joints. lakes and oceans in my ribcage flowing around my beating heart, illuminating me from within.

I guess space and time, Takes violent things, angry things. And makes them kind.

Finally made the moodboard for my angelkin vibes!

cw for meat, blood and.. horror, I'd say

As with.. all my alterhuman identities, it is of body horror and carnage. Somewhere between fallen and heavenly, I am of holy flesh and carnal desires. The freedom of the wind. The sensuality of cannibalism.The comfort of being a weapon, of orders. The fire of a rebellious spirit. The feeling of your holy light being bound into blood and meat.

For the ones that need it today

duality is divinity, being contradictory is beautiful

drew this like 2 months ago

“One day I’m gonna grow wings…" 🪽

Why did this make me feel so much?

reblog to give an angelkin their wings

NO WAY THEYRE MAKING SICK AS HELL ANIMATIONS TO A BUBBLE GUPPIES SONG

theres an angel on the street corner and theyve just asked me for a cigarette like its a normal tuesday. so we went back to my apartment and smoked on the balcony overlooking busy city streets.

the angel i gave the cigarette to told me xe was supposed to be doing something here, down on earth. the big man, you know, asked 'em to. but they hadnt booked a hotel reservation, so it asked to stay here.

the angel sleeping in my bed wraps its wings around its body like a blanket to fall asleep. i let them sleep in my bed because... it seems wrong to ask an angel to sleep on the couch, you know? but they wrapped their wings around themself and looked up at me with more love in their eyes than ive ever seen from a person. maybe thats because they arent human, and actually an angel.

the angel i let sleep in my bed last night is standing in my kitchen with me and we are both making coffee. theyre still in the big junk shirt i cut the holes in for them and the big shirts i gave them to borrow. we both dare not mention how i was awoken from my sleep on the couch being picked up by angel's hands which are suprisingly calloused , and brought over to lay next to them in my bed.

my angel and i like to smoke on the balcony together. it has been two weeks since they started staying here, and now every night we sleep in my bed, where they wrap me with their wings and push their head into the crook of my shoulder, leaning and breathing against my body. and now, with the smoke trailing into the nights sky, they lean their head on my shoulder and look at me with eyes blown out so wide.

and we'll both overlook those same busy city streets that we did that first day, but now our bodies are so tender and close, and my heart almost feels warmer, and fuller, than it did before. my angel has yet to leave to do whatever they came here to do, but i havent yet mentioned it. because the presence of my angel next to me, pressing a kiss so tender into my hair, makes me think that this feeling mustve been something ive been missing this whole time.