Actually Divine - Blog Posts

𝑫𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕...

... Stars exist in the wider expanse of the cosmos, often surrounded by our kin. We are birthed from nebulas, and congregate in constellations and orbits. And yes, we're often light-years away from each other, but you must understand that when you're a star, that's no different from sitting in a huddle on a carpet with your dearest friends.

... So, I surround myself with stars. Because when I'm with them, I feel the most at home. It's why I want to meet and befriend more star kin :} I yearn for the security and light of others like me.

have a quick jayvik while I test my new drawing equipment

Meet Eph, a demon boy who really enjoys killing Angels

An oc belongs to @marka-sammal (@insomniac-incubus)

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)

just a reminder that we're here 4 u, the whole internet I mean. U r never alone, in my mind I walk beside the loneliest of u, I know I am not alone in that.

"we are eachother's night sky, you are never alone here"

*grotesquely sheds my skin and ascends to a higher plane of being*

I'm a divinity(some sort of protector spirit thing)

Nobody's trying to kill me yet :3

Game

The being who you reblogged this form's kintype (of their choosing if they have more than one) will protect you, but the kintype of the being they reblogged it from is out to kill you. How do you fare? (To start, I'm Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

wrapping you all in my wings, holding you with my tail, it's going to be okay, it will get better

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.

Rainy days = species dysphoria = sadness = today was a horrible day

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..

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?

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.

Getting signs and responses from my Gods is the best feeling

I could try to stop my species dysphoria by just pretending that everybody around me is a creature pretending to be human.

And

Maybe if I win I'll get my wings back as a reward

Update: it appears that my responsibilities also have wings because they're forcing me to face them tomorrow

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⤷ live footage of me flying away from my responsibilities

to me an angel is like. a servant of (a) god. but not just that. something crafted from the god’s very flesh, something ripped out and formed into a live creature. like gods tend to create living things, sure, but an angel is. closer to the god, I think. something divine but not on the same level as one. I’d almost call them demigods, but that has the wrong implications - part god part something else, or that it’s a god at all. angels to me are something unique and divine, not as powerful as a god, and usually chained to one.

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⤷ live footage of me flying away from my responsibilities

when it comes to the way divinity feels, there are so may ways i could quantify it. it's warm at times, electrifying at others. it's heat burning its way out of my chest.

i could also define divinity as deft fingers preening my wings. the weightlessness of flight. divinity feels like a glowing ball of light, cupped tenderly in my hands and pressed between my ribs to rest against my beating heart.

11,15,16,18?

HELLO these might not be in the right order but ty for the ask <3

11. Strangest thing you do to affirm your kintypes?

I guess it is considered weird to fill my storage with pictures that remind me of home ?

15. How does being alterhuman affect your day to day life?

Well, it's certainly not pleasant to miss home almost all the time, but I try to deal with that. The real issues come with my interactions with humans. They're just so difficult to talk to and to please, but I don't want to put all the blame on them, because the feeling of inadequacy is the biggest obstacle that keeps me from functioning properly. It makes me really sad sometimes

16. Does being alterhuman affect your religious beliefs?

I'd say yes.

This is about my personal experience as an angel who used to serve certain deities, one of which I remember the most vividly. It was a god of time and healing and a protector of (mainly) small children and animals. My feelings of gratitude and devotion to this specific god are the strongest. In a way, this is what shapes my religious beliefs, right? I just never know how to label them because they're far from the concept of "religion" that humans have.

18. Does being alterhuman affect your gender?

Not really, no. I was assigned female at birth, but by the time I discovered my angelic nature, I was identifying as a trans demiboy. In 2022, I realized I was actually agender (and i also use xenogenders), but it was unrelated to my divinity.

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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!

HI IM ALSO AN ANGELKIN WHO WAS SENT HERE AT SOME POINT!!! I'm also really homesick a lot honestly, but at least we don't have to go through it completely alone right? Nice to meet you

( @anotherangeltype )

:0 HELLO nice to meet you too !! Yes the homesickness is so bad i liteally had to include it in my username LMAO. And no matter what other angel's (and even fallen angel's) experiences are, it's amazing how this community lets us share experiences and feelings. Tumblr is amazing from this point of view tbh

my wings are kind of strange actually, not in appearance, but rather in origin. They don't rly go with either of my 'base' forms, but rather come from the combination of them, the meeting of the divine and the feline