A List Of Everything I Am (or Was, Based On How We Perceive That) A God Of As A Godkin

Dear God, please let my dad get attacked and killed by wolves next time he goes outside :3

Hey mind sharing the reason? I'm genuinely concerned /gen

Mine!!!

Did that Pinterest thing where it’s like “type in _____ and the save the first image, that’s how your Pinterest sees you”

well I got bored and put martencore in front of it. so now it’s a kintype thing lol! so for example a wolf would be wolfcore and then animal, color, food, season, etc after it.

Left to right I did:

___core mood, ___core drink, ___core hobby, ___core season, ___core animal, ___core color, ___core food, ___core place, ___core plant

you might just get an image of your kintype, up to you if you’d like to do that or go the next image that is relevant to the prompt

someone has a common tic: “lol why do these fakers always have the same tics”

someone has an uncommon tic: “lol no one actually tics like that”

someone has a lot of tics: “nobody actually tics that much you just want attention”

someone has a few tics: “where did ur ‘tics’ go i knew u were faking”

someone’s tics get worse over time: “ever notice how these people’s tics always get more dramatic”

someone’s tics get better over time: “they finally decided to stop faking i guess”

someone has a tic attack: “no one with tourettes is that dramatic you’re obviously faking”

someone’s tics stop for a while: “you obviously never had tics if they stop while you sing/whatever its too convenient”

someone has tics and also is online: “it’s obviously for attention”

Literally what do people want from ppl with tic disorders jfc

I like to imagine that vampires look like this if you yank them away from your neck while they are drinking

anyways personal voidkin moodboard

as an eldritch void deity I approve

gifts to get your local eldritch void deity

cool knives

black nail polish

black cosplay makeup stuff

accessories with eyes on them

cool boots

shiny rocks

rock bracelets

a crown of dried black roses

a flock of trained crows

b o n e s :)

a fucking break

THIS IS A POST ABOUT BEING OTHERKIN

Here

I was walking home today, and I walked by a bulletin board, it had all sorts of presidential election posters, some torn some not, and a big anarchy symbol spray painted on top. Probs the most dope thing I saw for a while

Pov: my thoughts when I'm trying to fall asleep in my fav t-shirt

A shirt.

Such an easy thing to take for granted until it's the only thing you are allowed to have.

No undies. No pants. No socks. Definitely no shoes. Just a single, old, oversized shirt.

Something he gave me so I wasn't always naked.

He didn't buy it for me, he doesn't buy anything for us other than collars, kennel cages, and things that cause pain...no, it's just an old shirt he didn't want anymore. He doesn't need to buy us anything.

It's all I have.

He burnt all the clothes that I wore when he had me picked up. It's all ashes now. Even my favorite hoodie, gone.

Just a shirt.

He gave it to me after the third week, after he had spent that time properly and painfully introducing me to my role here. I am his pet. I am his muse. I am his plaything.

I am his property.

Captured and flown halfway across the world.

It's a simple shirt, size XXXL Tall, dark gray, very faint remnants of old blood stains (not all of it my own), hem starting to tatter, very small moth holes here and there, band logo all but worn off, hides just enough of me to count as "covering".

It's the kind of shirt one throws out before buying a new one. But he gave it to me instead.

And I cherish it, a gift from my Master.

Such a simple thing.

And yet, it brings me joy.

Fuck Meta

This whole "being human" thing is becoming annoying