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Me on my way to look for other anteaters on this site

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

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.

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

My mom raised me as a Christian because my grandma is very religious and she didn't want to disappoint her. But I can't even begin to explain how i felt, as a literal angel who hadn't even awakened properly at the time, adoring a god that I simply knew I wasn't meant to worship. Feeling guilty and not even knowing why.

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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I am way too aware of the fact that I can't use my wings to just go home BECAUSE THIS BODY IS TOO HEAVY. LET ME BEEEEE

I just want to go home :(

like I just wanna flap my wings and take off- why can't I do that??? I'm supposed to have wings and fly around like wtf dude where are my wings?????

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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Asks and reblogs help a lot, imo. We share questions, information and experiences in a very different way since tiktok is a video based app while tumblr is more versatile.. and I guess it is more accepting? Or rather, it's common for a community here to receive less hate than it would on tiktok, where people can't resist the urge to hate on a video instead of scrolling. Not only is it more difficult to control the content that appears on your fyp, but tiktok users are also incapable of blocking a hashtag or ignoring the content they dislike so they won't see it anymore.

Generally speaking, alterhuman tiktok videos won't be taken seriously by anyone outside the alterhuman community. And when a non-human makes a video about the topic, 80% of the comments will be from people who think horribly of us. I guess that tumblr is full of scary people whereas tiktok is full of immature idiots. Everything has its flaws, lol

Not going to lie, I feel like the alterhuman/therian community on here is a lot more community based than it is on TikTok. I feel like TikTok, it's a lot more individualistic and individual based, which is fine and dandy but in here, I feel like we are more community based.

I honestly prefer the community centered vibes that Tumblr has over the individualistic vibes that TikTok gives. It makes me feel less alone and it also makes me feel like I don't have to perform my alterhumanity to people to prove myself.

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

Currently missing the god i served in my original form. It basically gave me a home, It gave me a purpose without ever making me feel pressured to do anything to earn Its love

Sometimes I like going on pinterest and looking up all kinds of divine-like beings/images, because seeing those who look like It gives me comfort 💔

This was basically what It looked like or at least how i remember It. Most of the other pictures that truly resembled It were AI, so these are some of the most accurate pics, and they give me SO MUCH nostalgia. I feel like I'm currently not doing enough to respect It as It deserves, so I'll probably post about It more often from now on

Let's have some love for the angels that weren't holy.

Let's have some love for the angels that fell.

Let's have some love for the angels that questioned things.

Let's have some love for angels that don't fall into the human definition of "good".

Let's have some love for the angels that hated their jobs.

Let's have some love for the angels that didn't look like a stereotypical angel.

Let's have some love for the angels that longed to be human.

Let's have some love for the angels that felt like they should be damned instead.

Let's have some love for the angels that broke rules.

Let's have some love for the angels that don't fit with the "be not afraid" and scared the shit out of people on purpose.

Let's have some love for the angels that were friends with demons.

Let's have some love for the angels.

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