Divinekin - Blog Posts
I'm an ageless divine deity that takes the shape of a beautiful angel because sadly humans cannot grasp the concept of a genderless incomprehensible eldricth cryptid and yet I must be imprisoned in this weak mortal body that again, cannot stand the abstract idea of eternal living... so I chose to trap my mind in the age of five years old (according to human time and year system)
coming from therian TikTok to Tumblr is like stepping outside during winter when you're super hot and get that nice refreshing blast of cold that cools you down enough to go back inside.
Rating terms for myself!!
Alterhuman: 8/10. Use this most often but there's something about it that just doesn't really hit right hence the -2 points
Therian: 6/10. I would only really describe one of my kintypes as a theriotype but it was the first term I was introduced to so it gets boosted up a point
Otherkin: 3/10. Never really sat right for me for some reason. Just don't like to use it on myself.
Non-human: ?/10. Idk. I've seen this term a lot but never really felt one way or the other about calling myself it
Human: 1/10. I mean...its true..kinda? I'm physically human sure. I guess. makes me feel icky
Creature: 10/10. Whimsical and fun encapsulates all of my kintypes in one word. yes of course I am a creature that stalks the woods how did you know??!!
Thing: 4/10. when used in a non-derogatory sense its fun!! like yeah I'm a thing! gives me similar feeling as creature. however when people call me a "thing" they usually dont mean it nicely and I can tell and it feels gross.
Being: 9/10. doesn't scratch the same itch that creature does but its very close!! I use this word to describe my divine side a lot
Person: 10/10. Not calling me a human but acknowledging that I have feelings and emotion and thoughts too. for lack of a better word it humanizing (especially cus ever since I joined this community people have treated me like a don't have feelings lol)
Label-kin: 7/10. Examples: wolfkin, catkin, divinekin. I use these a lot simply because I don't know any other word and its easier to get the idea across to people when I use them but something feel weird about it
Specific labels 7/10. I love labels when it comes to finding creatures like me and connecting to them!! And of course I wouldn't use a label I don't like. However, there's a certain box that I feel like a label puts me in. Theres so much nuance to me that no label can fully say what I feel and think. sometimes theres not even words to describe it. so when using a label there's always some doubt in my head that I cant use it due to x reason or that the label doesn't fit right.
uncomfortably scrunching up my wings to fit in a small space but then remembering I don't have wings anymore
All of my alterhuman kinstypes cus I'm bored :P
I will be talking. a lot. this is your warning that I will be talking.
Black wolf!!
This is by far the easiest one I have to understand (for me atleast) so it's going first. Often get more shifts about it during the winter because all the snow and stuff reminds me of the tundra!! I had a pack of like 3-4 other wolves and we lived along the border between a forest and like a planes in the tundra or something like a tundra.
Me fr!!
Black cat (fictionkin?????)
this is where things get complicated as always...I put fictionkin w/ a bunch of question marks because I'm a black cat specifically from the book series Warrior cats but I'm not like a specific character from the book, I'm my own cat but like not an oc so????? idk I'm just going w/ fictionkin for now cus it makes the most sense to me lol. anyway I spent most of my time in Riverclan but I spent a lot of time in the hay/wheat fields at the barn had hunting mice. My name was Mountainsong (clan name) or Night-bird (rogue name). I was like 20 moons? I was definitely a young warrior but idk exactly how old. I have a lot of memories attached to this kintypes like having to run across the Thunderpath or sneaking out of camp to go hunt mice at the barn. I still sometimes try to flick my tail as communication forgetting I don't have one anymore :/. Anyway if you have any idea if fictionkin is the right term or if there's some other one lmk (note: I also might have a theriotype of a cat that's different than this?? idek anymore just know that I'm a cat lol)
me in RC territory if you even care
Angelkin? Dietykin? Something along those lines
and even more complicated we go. idk a good label for this one either but I feel like those two are pretty good descriptors. I'm not divine anymore but I once was. I'm not a christian angel or even an angel from any particular religion. All I know is that I came from the stars with the purpose to bring light and joy to humanity and to also observe it (I've made many observations!!) This sounds kinda silly but my form was best described as the Angelic Warden from Creatures of Sonaria but not exactly. I stood on two legs that came down to a fine point, and had two massive wings on my back that were very heavy with two more little wings inside of those ones, a long with two on either side of my head. (man I miss those wings). I think I may have been on Earth while still divine? I know for a fact I was watching from above the clouds once but idk not gonna get into that yet lol.
Where I came from. also the best representation of my "non-physical" form.
THE MOON (conceptkin)
Kinda goes with the whole originating from the stars and space but uhm. anyway I AM the concept the like the aura around the moon. The deep night only illuminated by the full moon. that illumination creating a mysterious and beautiful light casting down the the ground through the leaves of trees? ME!!!! The haunting light a bright orange harvest moon immits?? ME!!!!! The weird pseudo-darkness the moon makes during a solar eclipse? MEEE!!! The moon shining brightly through the clouds giving light to the animal below and beauty for human to admire? MEM MEMEMEM!!!!!
MEEEEE!!!! ME ME ME!!!!
ANYWAY thanks for reading!!!! if you have any kintypes you wanna share PLEASE do I LOVE hearing about them /gen!!!!
INTRO
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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ HELLO!!! I am Marz also known as Solar on some platforms! My pronouns irl are he/they/it, but online please please please use (in order of preference) he/it/star/ze! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
* . °•★|•°∵ I am nonhuman!! I am a wolf, a cat, and also divinekin and maybe fictionkin!! ∵°•|☆•° . *
.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·. I am trans masc but sometimes agender, and might be posting with my bf @pronetoearinfections !!! .·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.
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≻── ⋆✩⋆ More complex identities / question identities regarding non humanity ⋆✩⋆ ──≺
•·.·´`·.·•• Questioning list: Aleinkin, mothkin (specifically hawk moths), planetkin (specifically Saturn), and some type of star or spacekin!! •·.·´`·.·••
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Complex stuff: Divinekin. I am not divine from a certain religion (although personally I practice Hellenistic Polytheism). I was born in the stars and from the stars. My identity works more like a memory. Fictionkin. From Warrior Cats, but I'm not a named cat from the books. I'm one of the warriors from Riverclan that were never mention, so it's kinda weird to think about. Idk much else about it for sure yet besides that I was a Riverclan cat. ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
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Mostly sensations and images. I can remember some of the words spoken to me, but I can't fully remember the voices
It changed as I went from one phase of my life to the other. As a Deity I had tanned skin; golden eyes; wavy dark hair, and black wings. I often wore a heavy cloak with furs, wherever I went.
The Hearth and Home
I had my share of followers, yes. It was... Warm. I was grateful for each and every one of them, and loved them dearly.
I currently work with the Nordic Pantheon: in part due to the familiarity.
Anything involving fire and runes resonate strongly with me.
I believe I was considered benevolent, and I very much was.
They are my equals, and I want nothing but the best for them as a whole.
I'm not sure, actually. From what I remember... I suppose one could describe it as a familiar presence? I don't think they could ever see me, but many seemed to be able to feel when I was around. If candles were lit, their flames would lean in my direction- I remember that.
I did blessings, yes. Though those were to keep my followers' homes sturdy and warm, things of that nature. I couldn't do anything to/for them, directly.
Reveared is such a strong word, haha... I was definitely not feared, however.
Hmm, I'm not quite sure.
Large-scale? Oh, I'm not sure... Same things they'd leave on the altars in their homes, I'd assume. Homemade foods, comforting objects, crafted pieces, candles, crow feathers, etc.
I'd never demand anything- but anything the follower made, gathered, or owned that brought a sense of nostalgia or comfort would do nicely. Green candles and crow feathers would also be very nice
Probably the forest, and the coziest corner in their home.
(See 9)
I had one friend of mine, more beloved than anyone else in any realm... Trying to label them and us in any way would fall short, I fear. They were my Dearest One- the one who's old domain I was gifted, and the one who showed me everything my Creator had kept hidden.
(See 2)
I do, yes. I still feel as though I must provide those protections and comforts for those that I can. It makes me feel the same as it did, back then.
The Gods of my pantheon had their own realm, yes. As did my Creator. I, in turn, also resided in these realms.
Deitykin/Godkin Question List ᯓ★
Do you have memories of being a deity? If so, what are they like?
Do you remember what your divine form looked like? If so, describe it!
Did you have a specific domain or aspect you ruled over (e.g., love, war, nature)?
Did mortals or other beings worship you? How does that memory feel?
Do you feel a connection to specific myths, cultures, or religions in this life?
Are there particular symbols, rituals, or practices that resonate with you as a deitykin?
Were you considered benevolent, neutral, or malevolent in your divine role?
How do you view mortals and humanity now compared to your past divine role?
Did you have a specific way of manifesting to mortals, such as dreams, visions, or physical apparitions?
Did you grant blessings, curses, or other forms of divine influence?
Were you revered or feared more than loved by mortals?
What song do you associate with yourself?
If you had a shrine today and were worshipped on a large-scale level, what items would people leave as offerings?
What offerings would you demand in today’s world?
What place would mortals associate with you (e.g., beaches, forests, mountains)?
Did you have a specific way of manifesting to mortals, such as dreams, visions, or physical apparitions?
Did you have relationships with other deities, mortals, or beings?
Do you remember what your divine form looked like?
Do you feel like you still have a purpose or role tied to your divine identity?
Did you reside in a specific realm or plane of existence as a deity?
These questions were inspired by @/courtroom-confession. Feel free to reblog and share your own questions, I encourage you to do so as I am curious as well.
I am also always open to answer any questions to those who seek knowledge, my friend, as I am open to all that you wish to know.
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.
🖤 Welcome to my Deity kinblog 🖤
My identity as a Deity is not as straightforward as some: I was once an Angel. I fell. Or, as I prefer to say, dropped. And then when my Domain was gifted to me, I became a Deity.
There is much that I am still remembering, so as time goes on some details may change; but these are absolute.
I am not searching for followers.
As much as I do truly miss that connection, and my humble purpose, there is no way to recreate that. I am of mortal flesh and capability: I cannot, and will not, be your God. I have, and will continue to, talk about having a similar dynamic with my Beloved. However, this is something that developed after knowing each other for a long while, and with the knowledge that we are of the same flesh and ability. Please do not take that as invitation. It is not.
Offerings and communication of casual and friendly intent are acceptable, but please- no worship. Only those significantly close to me would ever be considered safe to do so.
🖤 About Myself 🖤
• 22 years old
• He/They pronouns
• Masc-aligned
• Pagan (Norse/Celtic)
🖤 About This Kin 🖤
• Deity of the Hearth and Home
• Appearance: Black hair, veil that covers my lower face, gold eyes, black wings. I usually wore/was depicted in a black cloak with a fur-lined hood, with an opening in the back for my wings.
• Associations: Homely Comforts, Fires (specifically campfires or those in fireplaces), Crows.
• My Creator and Pantheon are not of this world/universe/etc. They have their similarities, but are not 1:1 equivalents. Please do not refer to them as such.
🖤 Misc 🖤
My DMs and inbox are always open, though I ask that DMs are for those bodily 18+ considering my own age. Other godkin/Deitykin/fallen/angelkin/divinekin/etc are always welcome, and I would be very happy to hear from you.
basic DNI applies: this is a safe space, and I will not tolerate bigotry, hate, or Idiocracy.
I'll be working on a new pinned post today 🖤
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.
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!
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. 🖤
for me, it was similar.
from my 'fallen angel' side, my wings were ripped from me as punishment for not being the ideal angel, to which i was banished away from heaven, almost pushed off from there. however, rather than being sent to hell, i was sentenced to a "purgatory" of sorts, which is here, this place on this earth.
from my 'god/deity' side, it was a similar story, with the only difference being that i was seen as an unworthy deity, one that's corrupt, with others not liking me
neither of these had corrupted me (maybe because i was already corrupt?), rather it only scarred me.
i still have retained parts of my divinity, though i am still stuck in this purgatory
hope this makes sense!
alright so fallen angel describes the fall from grace. Though to some individuals its taken literally - angels falling through the sky. Some art depicts broken/burnt wings
Me personally - i didnt fall. My wings (my holiness) were ripped from me as a punishment and it corrupted me, changing me from my angelic form to my demonic, and i was banished to "Hell."
how did yall experience your fall from grace? (Both pychological/spiritual/etc kins welcome to share)
how tiktok otherkins look at you when you tell them you actually believe you are not spritually human and that you are a guardian angel reborn onto earth to protect those who need protection and that you were destined to keep your loved ones safe from evil and when you die it means that you've fufilled your duties as a guardian angel and not just "i know i'm a human i just do this because i enjoy it!"
And ummmm I realized it's past midnight here so fibromyalgia awareness month starts today👀 kinda cool ngl
a fellow chronically ill angel… i hope you have had a lovely day
Sending u warmth and love <33 we've got to have each other's backs !!
a fellow chronically ill angel… i hope you have had a lovely day
Sending u warmth and love <33 we've got to have each other's backs !!
Rainy days = species dysphoria = sadness = today was a horrible day
What if I spread my wings and forever disappeared into the sky tomorrow morning instead of going back to school
I can't wait to go home to my people and rest in the light I've missed for so long. To feel their presence like a memory I've been aching to remember. I don't belong here forever; one day I'll go back, and this time, I’ll be known.
Okay I'm definitely saddened by the fact that my soul is in a human body, that I can't be with my people, yadda yadda.
but if I hadn't ended up in here, I wouldn't have found out about my favorite songs and cartoons and Disney movies and videogames..
"Odd" things I get species dysphoria from (that you truly could never judge unless you're experiencing them) as an angelkin
- Hunger. It's one of those feelings that simply aren't supposed to belong to me, because I know for sure that back home, we just... didn't eat, you know?? I do not try to suppress it, & it doesn't give me a bad relationship with food; I love food, actually. But sometimes it feels a bit demoralizing.
- Sunburns - even the slightest, least noticeable ones. I'm a radiant being who embodies light.. yet the sunlight is burning me? Hello??
- Having to Google things or learn about them at school. It's not about learning how to cook, how to bake or tie my shoes, because those are human things; but not knowing everything about the stars, the universe and its past and future? It feels so wrong, because my gods have worked really hard to create me and teach me things. I like to imagine that all I learn about science or history or philosophy is just a memory being "brought back" to me.
- Tight clothing. I don't wear most tight things because of their textures which give me BAD sensory issues (I'm autistic), but I also avoid them because they take away the sense of freedom which was already taken away from me.
- Not being able to soothe people when they're upset when I'm the definition of love and harmony. It's technically the reason why I was sent to earth; so that makes me feel useless, like I'm betraying myself.
- The sound of my voice. It used to be much more beautiful, and the fact that I'm bad at singing doesn't help. It's only a reminder of the fact that this body simply isn't mine.
𖦹ׂ ₊ 🪽 and that's all! I just wanted to share these to show that species dyslhoria isn't always dramatically tragic - sometimes it's a bunch of mundane, unexpected, subtle things that add up to the feeling of discomfort and sadness. What can feel irrational and "exaggerated" is actually very valid and deserves to be taken seriously when it's really upsetting you.
Well I started seeing myself as a angel like you suggested, and now I feel better with your reassuring post!! I am excited to see further in my journey as a angelic being and finally not just a boring human whose only last purpose is dying :3 (not making fun of y’all humans, i still love some and a lot are cute and nice)
And I have a question, just out of curiosity because I love seeing winged other kin talk about their phantom wings like idk something is just so whimsical that you feel this.. How does IT generally feels ? When you lay on your back in your bed or simply leaning against a wall, does you sometimes accidentally feels them?
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Ooh I never thought about describing that, but sensing my wings is one of the things that make me the happiest!!
Basically, for me, my body isn't made of flesh and bone - I describe myself as a "being of light" 99% of the time. I remember my wings being feathered in "shape", but they also feel very, very light. I have at least a pair of "traditional" wings on my back, but the ones that are most noticeable are the ones under my "arms" - I don't really know how to explain it, sometimes I have trouble recalling how they actually look like. My real form has two arm-like limbs, and wings that are an extention of them. They aren't big compared to the ones on my back; they're just there.
They are one with my body - I'm aware that they're there, and they aren't numb, but there's no muscle or tissue to them. They feel warm, though.
If I ever start feeling them while I'm lying on my back, they don't really hurt or anything - but it's uncomfortable because they take up too much space, so that's why falling asleep become pretty hard lol. If they brush against something like a wall, I noticed it kind of tickles. And as for when i sit down, it's not really a problem, I can just tuck them in and they dont really get sore at all.
Generally speaking, they don't add any extra weight on my body.. but the ones under my arm can feel uncomfortable and weird, and even when they don't, they still get in the way a lot for obvious reasons. But I ignore that!!! Species euphoria >>>>> not being able to rest my arm on a table, am I right?
Idk how to explain it but,
This. This is how I see things during my shifts !! The whole white and glowing aura, it reminds me of home🤍
And I'm still trying to figure it out, because my memories definitely include places on Earth. Animals and forests + water (rivers, the sea etc) are what I see the most, other than my home in the clouds. Which makes me think I've somehow observed and dwelled on Earth multiple times in my true body, before my soul was sent here in a mortal body. Honestly, can anyone else relate??
This post. Exactly this post
sometimes, being an angel is seeing the most gorgeous, gut wrenching, heavenly sunrise in the parking lot of your retail job and being drenched in the homesickness of it all.
and then having to go clock in like that didn’t just happen.
how do you know you’re angelkin, i mean before I didn’t acknowledge kin but I definitely saw myself as something more divine but I didn’t acknowledged because I was scared to be wrong, too cocky or just plain disrespectful then one day I saw someone talking about being a demonkin and looked up realizing angelkin existed too!
Do I just label myself as one now? Could I be your 🐏🕊️anon? Too (*´v｀)
I hope this wasnt sent too long ago, i dunno if my asks are working properly but YES YOU CAN BE MY ANON 🫶🏻 you can skip the parts of this that you think aren't useful to you, I just tend to use too many words when explaining myself 😭 and this is a topic that's very dear to me, especially the part about feeling like your identity's disrespectful.
Anyways - I think I found out in the cliché way, if you can call it that. Feeling like I wasn't human (ever since I was a kid), feeling like I was supposed to fly and getting frustrated that I couldn't. Also getting very mad at myself for being scared of heights, because it simply felt wrong.
How I found out:
I used to identify as a winged therian (i went from a butterfly to a dove and more), because my first shifts mainly consisted of vague phantom wings and a weird feeling that my body was lighter and floating. The thing is, I became aware of my divinity when I almost vividly remembered the gods I served. It felt like they were calling out to me because I was ready to awaken, and I did not reject their signs, because I always knew deep down that I was protected by higher beings - and that, even when I thought I was an animal, it always felt mystical and holy. An immortal owl, a butterfly who could fly a little too high for it to be realistic, a dove meant to spread peace and protect creatures. Do you see what I mean?
-> This is definitely very personal. I also understand that it can be of little help to questioning angels who don't worship any gods; however, as some in the community have said, you ARE a certain creature as long as you can say, for sure, that you identify as it. If you can look at yourself in the mirror and say you're an angel, that's enough. You dont have to rush to discover all the details about your memories, your past or your home.
About not acknowledging a kintype because it feels morally wrong:
Yeah, it took me a while to get rid of that mindset. But personally, for me, the problem was the religious settings in which I grew up in; they weren't strict, but even so, the way I had to approach Christianity wasn't healthy. So even if I strayed from it with little guilt, it made me feel like I wasn't allowed to have beliefs of my own. I felt a connection with gods that nobody around me worshipped, gods that had their own rules, their own followers and servants; I realized no one could tell me that my beliefs were wrong. They were not, because only I knew how they worked, and I wasn't going to give them up. You, too, are allowed to label yourself as an angel according to your beliefs and definitions of an angel. Things have changed; some modern sources view angels as spiritual guides and beings of all kind, not just servants of a god.
And if you're worried about being "cocky"... well. That basically implies that you're worried about how others might perceive you, but you know that your identity isn't about claiming superiority, right? If you know you don't want to appear cocky, it's clear that you don't mean to be. You can't control how people interpret your intentions, but you shouldn't let that keep you from accepting yourself as you are.
Being angelkin can be controversial. But that's because some people are close-minded, and that's not our fault.
Hi *flaps wings* *wraps wings around you* *pats your head with wings* *folds wings over face*
Maybe I have chronic pain because I'm meant to fly, not walk or use my muscles too much 🧐🧐 think about it. I'm a being of light and I'm literally supposed to float. What if this body is just too heavy
Sometimes I forget I have a mortal body because what do you mean I can't heal people anymore? Wdym I can't bless them? Wdym I can't watch over them and protect them and make them feel safe & keep them away from harm? Wdym I can't fly, use chronokinesis, shapeshift, preen my wings, care for those of my kind, actively serve my beloved deities, use my voice to sing and soothe people—