Had A Dream Of An Old Woman. Her Home Was Dark And Made Of Wood, And The Air Was Full Of The Smell Of

Nonhumans are here, even if you do not see us. We always will be. We are often hard to spot, but can be found doing all the things a human might.

A cat went to work at an event stall for a mental health service.

A massive sea serpent wanted to go to science class because it enjoyed it more than the rest of those living in its shared form.

The void sat down, huddled up in a blanket, to watch a tv show with its partners. It had to stop watching after a bit, but enjoyed spending time with those close to it anyway.

A wolf went to a psychologist appointment and gratefully drank the hot chocolate they were offered in the waiting room.

A shapeshifting being of pure darkness spoke publicly about trans rights in front of politicians and then went to the pride festival he helped fight to keep alive.

A dragon went to school so the others sharing his human body could have a break.

A manifestation of the fear of madness itself sat in the food court at the mall eating mochi and drinking tea while waiting for its friends to get back from shopping.

A witch drew a picture of his cardinal bird and shared the work he was so proud of with his friends.

A cockatoo borrowed the next book in his favourite series from the school library and almost couldn't wait the whole day to go home and read it.

An alien went camping and watched the birds outside and the way the wind made waves and patterns on the water.

A fallen angel went shopping for sunglasses to shield his eyes from how bright the sun was.

A harpy went shopping for new plants to look after. He named a few because he loved them so much, and sent pictures to all of his friends.

An anthropomorphic hedgehog traded Pokemon cards with his peers at school. He was happy with his collection.

You may not see us, and you may feel alone, but you are not. We are just hidden. We are in more places than you'd think, and in the places you'd least expect. We are complex, we are valued, and we are here.

there’s a very real chance that this is common sense but.

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angels and deities can and should make their living space into their own holy ground. turn your bedroom into an altar to yourself. create an altar to yourself within your holy space (altar-ception)

(anyways here’s a corner of my room, ft. some of my DIY) (almost everything in this pic is thrifted, you don’t have to have money to do this)

Angel-Deity nonhuman, alterhuman, otherkin

A combo of these angelkin and deitykin flags for beings who are an angel and deity in some way!

ranggapb - A crow at Rikugien

A Norse Stabbur.

At the Himalayan Gardens, North Yorkshire. This Hut was designed as close as possible to original Viking designs.

York was once the Vikings Capital City which they named Jorvik.

Shared a memory dream with my beloved a while ago, and ever since I've been called Divinity/Angel/God/Godling as a regular term of endearment... It brings me such joy, I truly can't understand it. My beloved worships me in her own way, and I cannot explain how much it makes me feel... Needed. Like I belong somewhere again- connected, to that time long since passed. I truly feel divine again when I am with her; I feel how I did with the one who showed me how to see... Imagine if their soul had carried over into what I now know as her? A nice thing to think about...

The fact that she heard my dream, and came to the conclusion that it must be a memory, all on her own, makes me want to be more open with her about other lives I recall. More than I can describe. But, if nothing else, this.. this is enough. To make a difference in my beloveds life- to provide her comfort and safety and joy, even if we are unable to see each other outside of pictures or long trips.

It makes me.. very happy

To the animals, the wolves, the lions, the foxes and cats and birds: Your eyes shine so brightly. Your fur is luscious, your feathers luxurious, your teeth furious and beautiful. Your claws are sharper than you think. One day, you will get them back. One day, you will be helpless, human, no more.

To the fairies, the angels, the aliens, the demons, the mermaids and sirens, the divine: Even here you are powerful. Even here you are divine and beautiful. Your wings are gorgeous, your horns and haloes majestic, your tails ethereal. Home will welcome you, welcome us all, with open arms one day.

To my fellow dolls, the marionettes, the puppets, the toys and ball-jointed: We may be delicate, but our subtle power defines us. We bend and move and dance in ways no human ever could. One day, our everlasting regality will return to us.

To the voids, the glitches, the abstract, the eldritch, the robots, the objectheads: Do with this brief moment of flesh what you will. You know who you really are inside, and that’s all that matters. Your soul still bleeds the color of the stars.

To the monsters, the zombies, the cryptids, the vampires, the werewolves and ghosts: The world will always fear that which it does not understand. We understand each other, and through this we have made our own world. We create our reality, and that’s what’s important.

To the therians, the otherkin, the fictionkin, voidpunks, and all other nonhumans: We are strong. We know who and what we are. We know what this flesh conceals. One day, the world will see us for who we are and accept us as her children all the same. For now, we persevere.

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. 🖤