Inkdipped-feathers - A Formerly Divine Kinblog

Introspection and research is good! Discussion and knowing you're not gonna get it all right the first time is healthy! But people aren't gonna fucking DO that if they're scared of being fakeclaimed and harassed if they get even one thing wrong. What they probably WILL do is fucking re-closet themselves and feel shame that they ever questioned their species identity in the first place.

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.

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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.

These ones feel sacred <3

A morning in the forest.

My partner has affectionately referred to me as her little God, because of a memory I shared with her a while ago, and even if she doesn't Know ™️, it's just.... It's really nice. When she needs me, she uses the image of Me as a deity to pray to; to love; to commune with directly. And it makes me feel so... Content. To have that connection again. To have that knowledge that the Idea of Me is enough to make Someone's life easier, to help them with the little and big things of modern mortal life. And she'd never been religious before, but she says it's easier since she can See and Hear me- a tangible creature.

I don't know... I just missed it. Being a little Deity with my small group of worshippers. A Deity that protects the home and steadys the heart in trying times. A Deity of warmth and care, for those who do not live grandiose lives. I really missed it.

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I want giant soft wings that I can wrap around me to hide

ketzal_coatl

I'm sure certain people have certain opinions, but this is mine: if you are an angel, then you are an angel. The specifics from there are for you to decide <333

hey angelkins im questioning and would love to ask yall some questions :]

so do you have to have a generally "good" alignment to be angelkin? i feel as though my existence is to be mankinds punishment and its protection, but not in any "good" way. if anything i would describe myself as a neutral moral alignment, as i would do anything my "god" commands, morality be damned.

also do you have to be subservient to a specific god to be angelkin or can it be vague like "fate" or "the universe" or something? do you even have to be subservient to any god?

angels are such a complicated and beautifully intrucate kintype i would love to hear yalls experiences

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.