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Pagan angelkin here, responding somewhat to the confession by the Christian angelkin, but also more general thoughts. I understand anon was trying to sort out feelings and genuinely trying to understand, but it really rubbed me the wrong way as a wingless, non-Christian angel.

Honestly, speaking as a former Christian, this is kind of why the community is averse to Christianity. A lot of Christian people, while claiming to support others, also have the underlying holier-than-thou attitude or belief that the people acting or believing non-Christian are "disrespectful" even though they themselves don't actually have as much knowledge about their own religion to make that claim.

Now, speaking as someone who has studied Christian theology and angelology from a historical and cultural anthropological lens, technically you can also say the winged humanoids of modern Christianity "aren't angels". Why? Because angels in the Bible actually don't have wings.

They had no described appearance prior to the creation of humanity, and afterwards, are described to look no different from humans. The portrayal of winged angels came much later in Christianity's history, after adopting Greek motifs such as the wings of the gods Nike or Hermes. "Angel" as a word even came from this, from the Greek "angelos" meaning "messenger".

In line with this, the nine choirs of angels don't have full basis in the Bible; Christian theologians to this day actually still argue whether the wheels from the book of Ezekiel are even considered angels.

My point isn't that certain beings aren't angels of course. It's that even Christians have an ever-changing view towards angels. What is a "real angel" to you isn't a "real angel" to another culture or even to another denomination of Christianity. "Angel" etymologically just means a messenger or servant spirit of a god.

Winged angels, wingless angels, animalistic angels, non-humanoid angels, non-Christian hierarchy angels? All valid.

Because throughout human history, nobody truly knows what angels are. And that's how it's meant to be, that we are incomprehensible and never fully grasped by human minds.

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hi all! i made my own “alterhuman ID” template, free to use for anyone :D the box in the right-side corner is to add the symbol of your identity (therian, alterhuman, otherkin, otherhearted, etc)

make sure you dont put any information that could put you in danger! this is just for fun and you dont need to put your actual information if u dont want to! making things up is totally okay.

also make sure to have the images full-screen if you are saving them, as it will give you the best resolution.

i edited mine in IbispaintX

“registration date” is the year i realized i was nonhuman, you can put whatever youd like

inspired by this & another i cannot find!!

Hello, welcome to my kinblog 🖤

A bit about my background: I'm not sure who this God was, but it was young, and arrogant, and cruel to me and many others. It forbade us from every speaking or learning about other Deities, and in my case even put a physical veil over my eyes. I don't know why, but I wasnt allowed to show nor see my eyes, and so I was never permitted to take off the veil.

I was perfect, in an unnatural, uncomfortable way. You could describe it as an "uncanny valley" effect, where I was... Too perfect. It was a painful existence.

But then I discovered my new pantheon, and they treated me well when I turned away from my old God to instead face them. My hair and eyes darkened, as did my wings, but I didn't turn into an ugly monster. In fact, I had finally gotten free from the uncomfortable perfection, and stepped into a natural perfection. One full of dirt and flaws and.... Humanity. I finally looked alive.

Now I sit here, still following a similar pantheon who've treated me with nothing but kindness, and Im letting my voice be added to the many divine kin out there and their beautiful backgrounds. I may not long for my old home, but I hope we can find community in one another. 🖤

all.but.all

I feel as though I would be shunned away and called a fake if I ever truly joined any alterhuman space

Alterhumanity isn't something I can explain well -- my alterhumanity is the same way grass is green or the sky is blue. I don't HAVE an explanation for it, I don't have any profound thoughts about it -- it is me and I am it, simple as that. My alterhumanity is woven into my soul like a tapestry made of vines from the earth and whiskers from a feline

If you asked me "What does being an alterhuman mean to you?" I would not have an answer, alterhumanity to me is a distant feeling that you can never truly understand, but at the same time you feel so incredibly close to it. I don't think about it often, I rarely have any shifts, it feels as though I am constantly part creature

I am an imposter among humans but an outcast to my own kind, I am forever trapped in that middle ground -- never fully accepted by either

Terrarium wings Brittle things My imaginary Sanctuary Part of my Glass Wings Series