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here are some kintype reaction images I made! First one is mine and the rest are traced over.

First one is for when you just gotta go GRERHRGRRRG!!! RRR!!! Rage kill stabbing maiming pouncing on u mauling tearing w my claws stabbing stabbing blood violence!!! Imagine the stick figure is a transphobic politician and that’s basically the mood. It’s for when mauling and biting in a werewolf feral animal way isn’t enough for me and I just gotta pounce and stab w my killing claw/raptor talon deinonychus style. The rest are for my angel kintype and last one is my vampire kintype where I get just absolutely covered in blood. Drenched little guy.

Demonkin, Angelkin, Fallen-Angelkin

Alienkin, Dollkin, Werewolfkin

Vampirekin, Robotkin, Dragonkin

For other Vampire Flags look here(link)

DNI is listed within my pinned post. Please go read it before interacting with any part of my content. Ask to tag!

SHOUT OUT TO:

Shout out to:

• Angels/gods who hated being in heaven • Demons/Devils who hated hell • Fallen Angels who don’t miss the higher beings/miss the higher beings • Faes/Fairies who miss their wings/other parts of their bodies • Cryptids who miss being in-human and looking weird • Star/Spacekins who miss the universe • Alienkins who get euphoria from documentaries or theories • Otherkins who get euphoria from hearing people’s research on them • Alterhuman people with types from another time period • Godkins/Angelkins who aren’t religious

Anyone who can’t feel their shifts unless they think about them • Anyone who is the opposite of their old bodies gender and are super uncomfortable with theirs right now • Anyone who’s kintypes aren’t recognized much in media • Anyone who get dysphoria from hearing about their therio/kintype • Anyone who hates hearing stuff about their kintypes • Anyone who is using different kintype/theriotype terms to see if they’re comfortable with it • Anyone questioning theriotypes/kintypes • Anyone who can’t express themselves freely • Anyone who expresses themselves freely even if they get judged • Anyone we has a system • Anyone who has disabilities that make them unable to do quads or others • Anyone who has disabilities and get dysphoria because it’s something their kintypes/theriotypes are perfect at • Anyone who has a kintype/theriotype while also being Age-re/Pet-reg • Anyone who gets dysphoria or euphoria from their human skin/body • Anyone who feels pressured to immediately find their types • Anyone who feels they’re faking because they don’t look like or act like other otherkins/therians/alterhumans

YOU GUYS ARE VALID!!

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Shared a memory dream with my beloved a while ago, and ever since I've been called Divinity/Angel/God/Godling as a regular term of endearment... It brings me such joy, I truly can't understand it. My beloved worships me in her own way, and I cannot explain how much it makes me feel... Needed. Like I belong somewhere again- connected, to that time long since passed. I truly feel divine again when I am with her; I feel how I did with the one who showed me how to see... Imagine if their soul had carried over into what I now know as her? A nice thing to think about...

The fact that she heard my dream, and came to the conclusion that it must be a memory, all on her own, makes me want to be more open with her about other lives I recall. More than I can describe. But, if nothing else, this.. this is enough. To make a difference in my beloveds life- to provide her comfort and safety and joy, even if we are unable to see each other outside of pictures or long trips.

It makes me.. very happy

Jack Kline aesthetic

ketzal_coatl

the trees are watching you

Shout to all the 'fantasy' and 'not real' non/alterhumans!

Angels

Demons

Fairies

Elves

Dragons

Unicorns, pegasuses and alicorns

Selkies

Mermaids

Spirits and ghosts

Haunted dolls or objects

Magical beings and magical fictionkins

Griffins

Vampires

Werewolves

Zombies

Changelings

Centaurs

And everyone else I forgot to mention! We are REAL, we EXIST, we are a real life fantasy!!!

Found this while scrolling, have fun!

Had a dream of an old woman. Her home was dark and made of wood, and the air was full of the smell of rain. She had white hair, and the wrinkles on her face danced as she smiled her millionth smile, looking at me with soft eyes. As if we were old friends, reminiscing on older times. She hands me a well-loved child's toy. Nothing fancy, nothing flashy or intricate. It was a simple doll, made of old simple fabric, with a kind simple expression. Its hair was made of yarn, and it was small in her thin hands, which had held countless other things. But those hands held this doll so preciously, so gently- like a young babe; precious, and loved with the full capacity of the human heart. And she hands it to me. Places it gently in my hands, saying not a word, that expression unwavering. She was showing it to me, sharing the decades of memories and love stored inside every fraying thread.

The fire is a comfortable warmth for the woman, despite her gentle body being easily chilled. The rain thudded against the old wood of her home, which gave it's life for her to continue her own- and, in a way, she gave it a new one. A life it would've never known otherwise. And so they took care of each other. And I took care of them.

She calls me a strange name, one of the many I've been called- one of the many that had been forgotten as generations had come and gone. I say her name in a tongue I do not recognize, though it passes by my lips easily. It is not the first, nor the last time I have said this name. I am one of the few who remembers it.

I gently put the doll among the other things she has given to me over the years, all holding an amount of love only a human could carry, and I cherish them all. She lights candles that she made herself, dyed green for the forest I so dearly love. I stare at them a while, watching the flames flicker gently, tilted slightly in my direction.

As I look around the home, tend to the fire and make sure the home is steady, the woman sits in the chair her son made for her, gazing out at the rain. We both know this will be her last storm, and so I do not bother her. Only keep my presence nearby. She may take her time, enjoy the world a few moments longer. Enjoy the world for as many moments as she may wish.

I held her hand and shared with her memories of when she was young. Of when she first said my name, and when she first offered me a little flower crown she made, to her mother's delight. I shared with her memories of her children, and her children's children- and of the children who've yet to come. Her family is all in good health, and happy.

She hopes, with a smile, that her passing does not interrupt that.

It will, but only for a moment. They will learn to be happy, because she would want them to be. And so they will, and they will do so with all their hearts. She will remind them just how important happiness is.

She rests, then. And I stay until the candles' flame dies out one last time.

Found a picrew that I could make a more accurate imitation of my visage than most, though it does paint me a bit too feminine. All things considered, I'm glad that's the only thing that feels too inaccurate.

On the left is a fairly accurate portrayal of how I looked without my veil. Usually my veil covered my eyes, so all that was visible were my nose and mouth. My kind all had long, straight hair, and our skin was extremely pale and fragile. I believe the headpiece was a sort of formal attire used when going to speak to our Creator, and other important scenarios. I'm not sure if I ever had jewlery, but I feel that necklace is what it'd look like if I did.

On the right is, again, a fairly accurate portrayal of how I looked without my veil. I didn't wear it always, but I had a black veil covering my nose and mouth. I believe I wore it when meeting new/important beings. I remember having dark/soft robes that I wore -perhaps a cloak- that had an opening for my wings. I always wore white face paint, especially the dots under my eyes. On occasion I'd change the markings on my forehead.

sometimes I think about gently handing this blog to another, to let them see one of the many corners of my being and whom I am/used to be. And then I become afraid, and I do not.

I was a being of the Hearth and Home- the warmth under blankets and in fresh meals.

If someone were to make an altar for me, I'd accept anything they wished/were able to provide. But I would like obsidian, dried herbs, and white/green/black candles. Offerings of food would be endearing, and anything crafted for me by their own hands would be cherished. Perhaps a deep green altar cloth, if you want to get fancy (/lh). I do so love moss.

For abilities... To help keep the fire fed throughout winter nights; to make sure food is warmed evenly and entirely. To keep the home steady through storms; and make sure the gentle, content comfort was always there.

Meeting the one who gave me my true sight. The callouses on their hands, the kindness in their voice. Dark green and brown eyes, and soft hair between my fingers. Drifting asleep on moss for the first time, and waking up feeling... Free.

In this life, I'm heavily associated with the Moon. I suppose anything that brings a sense of homely comfort would be perfect representation. Warm hearths, soft beds, a favorite blanket or smell- even a childhood story.

godkin/deitykin questions

what are you a god/deity of?

if someone were to make an altar for you, what would you want included in it?

what are your abilities?

if you have source memories, what's one positive one?

what's an image that represents you?

if you want to add more questions, feel to rb with some!

I don't know if my Pantheon is actually the one I work with in this life, or perhaps it's just this life's equivalent. But my connection feels the same way it did back then, in whatever time/universe it had occurred in. The same thing goes for my original God and It's regime.

Everything had to be oh so painfully perfect- everything was created with a Purpose and an Appearance and one Did Not Stray from that. Even if you were different upon creation, and had not the intelligence nor intention to be as such, it was You who had Strayed from your purpose. And so it would be You who would be at fault.

I don't know how nor why I was different. I don't know why having golden eyes was so abhorrent that I had to wear a viel at all times- everyone (including myself) forbidden from gazing upon them. I was handicapped for Its mistake. For having something It couldn't control. I was alienated and shunned and had no true purpose to fulfill, which meant I was left to rot away while my peers and my Creator ignored my very existence.

And then I met someone. I cannot remember their face, nor their name, but I remember their hands- the strange feeling of their callouses, which none of my peers had. I don't remember what it sounded like, specifically, but I remember their voice- their tone belonging to one who'd not seen someone like me so close to their home. Not angry, not scared.. Kind. And... I'd say possibly curious/amused.

I remember falling in love with the forest- with the dirt and the plants and moss under my feet. With food, and beds, and fire. Oh, the fire... How perfectly imperfect it was- something that could burn and turn to ash, but also keep you warm and cook your meat. I'd never seen fire before- not in this way. Everything had its role to play, but it was messy and imperfect and happened in ways that could be harnessed- but never controlled. I fell in love with this world we were forbidden from exploring- in this world we knew nothing about.

I remember the veil barely let me see anything. In my mind, I could see my 'home' and my peers and my Creator- it was inherent knowledge etched into deep my being. So deep, if all of my senses had failed, I wouldn't notice. But only in that place.

I remember, after many visits, finally letting them lift it from my face. I didn't let them take it off- I couldn't bear the thought at the time- but I let them lift it. I remember seeing everything, seeing Them. They were so perfect. So different from my peers and unlike anything I had ever known, it was overwhelming. That moment was The Moment, I believe. The moment I was destined to leave my arrogant God, and join the Pantheon that felt like home.

I wonder who they were, the one who gave me my sight... I wonder if they've died and reborn just as I have- reforming and living under new names across time and space. I wonder if they're here now, a human like I am. I wonder if they remember the angel hiding golden eyes, who became the hearth tender of their Pantheon.

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hi!! can i request a raven moodboard? 🐦‍⬛

noncanon angel moodboard for: anon ! :D

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i hope you like it ! let me know if theres anything you want me to change :D

if you find yourself restless, hopping from one identity to another and unable to pin yourself down, feeling like nothing fits? look through all your past kintypes. all of them. what part of the wolf resonated in your being? what was it about that videogame character that burned in your blood? find those things. collect them in a scrapbook of the heart. you'll gain a clearer picture and realize that you found yourself right where you left yourself - in the pieces you have left behind.

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!!

thinking about alterhumans doing daily tasks is so funny like wdym dragons drive to work??? wdym LITERAL GODS go GROCERY SHOPPING??

Nonhumans are here, even if you do not see us. We always will be. We are often hard to spot, but can be found doing all the things a human might.

A cat went to work at an event stall for a mental health service.

A massive sea serpent wanted to go to science class because it enjoyed it more than the rest of those living in its shared form.

The void sat down, huddled up in a blanket, to watch a tv show with its partners. It had to stop watching after a bit, but enjoyed spending time with those close to it anyway.

A wolf went to a psychologist appointment and gratefully drank the hot chocolate they were offered in the waiting room.

A shapeshifting being of pure darkness spoke publicly about trans rights in front of politicians and then went to the pride festival he helped fight to keep alive.

A dragon went to school so the others sharing his human body could have a break.

A manifestation of the fear of madness itself sat in the food court at the mall eating mochi and drinking tea while waiting for its friends to get back from shopping.

A witch drew a picture of his cardinal bird and shared the work he was so proud of with his friends.

A cockatoo borrowed the next book in his favourite series from the school library and almost couldn't wait the whole day to go home and read it.

An alien went camping and watched the birds outside and the way the wind made waves and patterns on the water.

A fallen angel went shopping for sunglasses to shield his eyes from how bright the sun was.

A harpy went shopping for new plants to look after. He named a few because he loved them so much, and sent pictures to all of his friends.

An anthropomorphic hedgehog traded Pokemon cards with his peers at school. He was happy with his collection.

You may not see us, and you may feel alone, but you are not. We are just hidden. We are in more places than you'd think, and in the places you'd least expect. We are complex, we are valued, and we are here.

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

theyre pinning my wings to a cork board tomorrow