Tranquil Creature

Fruit Loop

fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk

I am nonhuman. My spirit has lived long in this universe, and it was once divine. A star shining brightly in the sky, it could change form and walk the Earth as birds, a wolf, and a deer. Each form my spirit took, it intertwined itself with that being. For some reason, I have fallen. My human vessel carries a spirit, a soul, with stories from long ago. Every day, I rediscover a part of that story. A piece of this human life is combined with all my lives before this one to create me. I am all these wonderful creatures, and they are all me. My spirit may not be what it once was, but it will forever carry the echoes of the past. I am nonhuman, beautiful and strange.

We are other

Sick of rainy days, dripping down my face everything is grey (cause I've been not okay)

It's okay to deconfirm/not know/get your kintypes wrong

I feel like in our community across all platforms, but mainly TikTok, there is a stigma around deconfirming, not knowing, and or getting a kin/theriotype wrong. When in reality it's apart of many peoples journey. For me this has happened many times.

While something like my dragonkin type was obvious to me, figuring out my basenji and black backed jackal theiriotype took lots of research and help. At points I've had American kestrel in my bio as one of my theriotypes, but recently I've deconformed that. Wich is OKAY. I've gotten kintypes wrong before, I thought I was wolfkin when really I was qimmiqkin. And I'm STILL questioning werewolfkin, it's alright to not know. In fact it took me quite a while to confirm I was angelkin. None of these things are wrong/mean people are faking.

I've seen people be accused for faking for all of these things when that simply isn't the case. So just a friendly reminder to everyone that it's okay to do all of these things and that not everyone's journey is a clear path :]

Ren - Troubles

I can't stop listening to his new song about his battle with chronic illness and mental health. Sadness and hope, anger and determination and so much texture in the music, I keep hearing new things!

Please listen and reblog to help Ren spread awareness and conversation about the #MillionsMissing due to chronic illnesses like Lyme Disease, MCAS, POTS, EDS, ME/CFS, fibromyalgia, and long Covid, as well as chronic pain, anxiety and other issues that lead to people (and their caretakers) going #MISSING from the rest of society.

𝐂𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

“why do you stretch your shoulderblades so much?” my wings boy. boy my wings

Did I mention I love ren

I remembered a brief memory of my home in hell(?) yesterday. It was so sunny out, and I was biking to go vote. I craved the void and my dark cave so strongly even tho I knew I should be enjoying such a lovely day.

And I saw a flash of my home. Dark stone walls that opened up to a huge window (no glass, just air) to the void outside. Pure black... peaceful. A long luxurious couch and a drink in my hand as I lean back. I could see clearly even though I dont remember any light sources in the memory. (Also ahhhh it felt so right to have my wings and my tail and night vision i miss it)

I was a sloth demon (the sloth ring). We were also called void demons.

Tho no idea what I used to do to have such luxury. And i dont remember anything else. It was just a brief remembrance of a moment. Any other divinekin remember a little bit of their homes? (Or other alterbeings! Feel free to pitch in!!)