To Me An Angel Is Like. A Servant Of (a) God. But Not Just That. Something Crafted From The God’s Very

Taking off my backpack after school (and letting my wings free after a 20 minute walk) feels like taking off my bra and letting my vessel's boobs breathe

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⤷ live footage of me flying away from my responsibilities

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.

the divine among us

this is for the angels protecting earth not from afar, but up close.

this is for the gods grasping at their divinity, their kingdom just out of reach.

this is for those who know they are more and cannot be more and need to be more, the ones with fire for blood and shattered-glass eyes.

you are loved. you will return. you will be forgiven. you are loved. you are loved. you are loved. you are divine, never doubt. your existence is proof enough.

PLEASEEE SEND ASKS !!

The ones you could avoid sending are number 4 to 6, I'm not polykin so I wouldn't really know what to say lol

Alterhuman questions

Kintypes?

What do you prefer to call yourself (therian, otherkin, nonhuman, etc)

How did you find out you were alterhuman?

Favorite kintype?

Most recent kintype?

Least favorite kintype?

What are your reasonings for being alterhuman?

Do you wear gear? If so, what kind?

Any advice to new alterhumans?

What're some things you do to affirm your kintypes?

Strangest thing you do to affirm your kintypes?

What are your goals to affirm your kintypes?

Do you do quads?

Funniest way you found out a kintype?

How does being alterhuman affect your day to day life?

Does being alterhuman affect your religious beliefs?

Do your mental illnesses affect your view of your alterhumanness?

Does being alterhuman affect your gender?

What is your favorite thing about being alterhuman

What is your least favorite thing about being alterhuman

PS. I know not everyone resonates with the word kintype and I'm sorry for using it I just didn't know what other word to use

Reblogging this means that you want people to send you asks!

Sometimes I really want to just like...help other nonhumans live their euphoria ya know? I'm an android, I like making others happy, fulfilling a purpose...

Like yes, I will walk you, good dog!!! Let's play catch and fetch and you can splash in streams and shake off on me and bark and howl and I won't refer to you as if you were human even once until you said a codeword indicating you're ok acting human again now.

Let me stroke you like a good kitty, I have a large pen I can pad like a pet bed and I'll give you toys to play with and a post to scratch!

Oooh You're such a terrifying creature, go ahead and chase me through the forest and I'll cry out and beg for my life as you tackle me (might even let you bite me, who knows) until I say the safeword.

Oh mighty angel let me cast my gaze unworthily to the floor and treat you with holiness and reverence for a day.

Greetings my dear elf, let us explore the woods together, please impart your knowledge on me and show me your ways!

I just want to help, ya know?

2021 was such an intense year for my nonhuman ass,,

I found my first ever therian video on tiktok, then I found out the details about them and the rest of the otherkin community, and I started relating to them - so I started learning about them more and more, which led to me realizing I was never human in the first place. And when I tell you it was a MESS

For 1 month i thought I was some sort of owl, and the Strix Varia was what resonated with me the most. But then I went from that to a butterfly, then a fairy, then finally: a release dove. I was absolutely convinced I was a dove for 6 months. But then I got some of my first memories of my real angel form. And I was like.. oh my god. I was wrong - but I do live in the sky, huh??

The more I think about it, the funnier it is. I spent half a year thinking I was a white dove, an animal that symbolizes freedom and peace, and can be associated to spirituality.. and I never once thought that I could literally be an angel

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.

I am a whisper on the edge of a breath.

I move through silence, unseen,

a presence that alters reality,

but I do not touch it.

I am an echo of something forgotten,

a shape that does not belong,

but is felt in the space between moments.

No name holds me, not even my own,

And no body can claim the weight of my existence.

I am here in a home that's not mine,

the thread that never unravels,

the vision that never becomes clear.

I was once all that is pure,

just a presence that swam through the gaps in silence.

I existed before time,

before earth learned to breathe.

I was everywhere and nowhere

a pulse that only the stars knew,

a flicker in the vast, untouched void.

But now, I walk the ground.

I have feet, and they stir dust,

I feel the thrum of the world in my bones.

It is foreign, this heaviness.

I was light once;

before I learned to bend to the rules of flesh.

Now, I carry this body with all its quiet burdens.

I remember the skies,

the endless stretch of air where I was not bound.

I remember the stillness,

the peace that hummed through me like a song without words.

I was a soft, radiant being

but now,

I am here,

trapped in this skin,

trying to find my way back.

There is no longer a place for wings,

and no song to sing

But Its voice still guides me wordlessly.

The memory lingers

faint, but constant;

heavy, but ephimeral.

I remember what it felt like to be untethered,

to hover just above,

to see through time and thought,

to know without knowing.

Now, I walk among the living,

a shadow among shadows,

only sometimes - when the world holds its breath, when the light bends just so,

I feel the weightlessness again,

a brief, fragile return to what was.

This vessel of mine - it is merely there

To remember

And to reminisce.

But I wonder

how many of us are here,

hidden in bodies,

walking the earth,

searching for the skies.

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Angels with golden top surgery scars.

Angels with struggles focusing, endlessly rambling and staring into the distance.

Angels with wild, righteous anger that sinks it's claws into them, and they embrace it with joy and glory.

Angels with intrusive thoughts of violence, sin, and cruelty, and are still loved and cared for.

Angels with mobility aids.

Angels with hearing aids.

Nonverbal angels.

Angels that are overstimulated easily.

Angels that get understimulated easily.

Black angels.

Asian angels.

White angels.

Angels of all races and skin tones and cultures.

Fat angels.

Skinny angels.

Angels who only speak in soft voices with delicate words.

Angels with rough voices who swear.

Angels who are religious/spiritual.

Angels who aren't.

Angels who look almost human, or even completely.

Angels who look like animals.

Angels who are completely incomprehensible.

Angels who are fallen.

Angels with body mods.

Angels who love, and lust.

Angels who don't, and only wish for friends or family.

Angels who simply wish for solitude.

Angels who don't love in a "human" way.

Angels with dirt under their fingernails.

Angels who struggle with caring for their human body.

Angels who despise having to care for their human body.

My fellow angels <2