"Omnia mutantur, nihil interit."

They/Them, Ae/Aer. Warrior Angelkin, devoted to every forgotten god that walks this mortal plane.

[cloudsnwings]

About Me

Hello, it's an honor to meet you! I do not have a name for you to call me, so just my username or a shortening of my username is fine. In my past, I was a Warrior of the Archangel Michael. Now, I am just an angel searching for a purpose. My pronouns are they/them and ae/aer.

Please interact if you're an otherkin/alterhuman blog of any kind! I adore making new friends.

Tags

#memories - My personal memories. Will be sort of few and far between.

#forgotten gods - Sigils of forgotten gods stuck in the bodies of humans.

[wyvernstuff]

you ever get an incredibly vidid memory of flying and just tear up? yeah

[cloudsnwings]

THIS FLESH IS MADE OF CHAINS AND TETHERS ME TO THIS DECAYING EARTH

I WANT TO GO HOME

[recollections-of-a-seraph]

girl help. the angelic rage.

[flyingwithclippedwings]

showing love to my seraphs / seraphims !

you are here. you are valid. you are one of us !

ʚ all angels are divine ɞ

.♡.

love to my seraphs who can sing, your voices sound sweet like ambrosia and bring me closer to home. keep showing the world your angelic voice, youre divine and you deserve to know it.

love to my seraphs who maybe can't sing like we did, you are still one of us and you are just as angelic. your divinity shines through and all voices are beautiful amongst the choir, no matter how they may sound.

love to my seraphs who are sweet and soft, i adore you. i see your delicate smile and your beautiful eyes, they catch the light and enchant all those who view them. i see the rosiness of your cheeks and the way your hair sways on the breeze, and the grace and elegance you carry yourself with are something i admire.

love to my seraphs who are rough and battered, i admire you. i hear the thunder in your footsteps and the power in your voice, like the most triumphant vocals in our beautiful choir. i see the scrapes on your knees and the bruises on your knuckles, i acknowledge your battles and i know how hard you fought with win them, my angel.

love to my fallen seraphs, no matter your trial and your pain you are divine in my eyes. your beauty still shows, and you are still apart of our choir no matter what, my angel. my heart bleeds for you, and my wings shield you from the dangers of the world. you are safe. you are loved. you will always have a place in my heart, in my head, and in my arms. i sing my songs for you.

love to my seraphs who are young, your youth is a blessing and it radiates through you! the softness of your voice and the kindness in your eyes are unparalleled, your wings will grow and stretch across the skies, and i cant wait to see how you learn and expand and watch you fly, I'll make sure to keep you close under my wings, young one !

love to my seraphs who are old, your age changes not your elegance and beauty, and the stories and lessons you bring with you are important and appreciated. you know knowledge we may only hope to learn and we see the wiseness in your gaze and the power you have. i admire you, and i see how you've lived and thrived. you are divine.

love to my religious seraphs, i admire your faith and i see your devotion. you are divine, and your voices echo in our choir and fill me with happiness. you are a believer, and valid no matter what it is you choose to believe in. id love to learn about your faith, join you in prayer and sing with you!

love to my non-religious seraphs, you are valid and divine. worship does not define you, and no matter what anyone says you are an angel in our choir ! you are beautiful and tolerant, and i welcome you with open arms, and wings!

[cloudsnwings]

do you realize how incredible you are? you have lived through so much, persevered and endured through lives no human could comprehend. you are a creature of power and tenacity. you are incredible. you are so, so incredible.

[greenmonster72]

[cloudsnwings]

I remember falling in line with the rest of my brethren.

Michael, above us, flaming sword in hand to defend what the cherubim did not.

My siblings all looked the same in the face of Him. I saw his eyes, bright and blazing.

I remember looking up at him, seeing my siblings beside me, spears in hand. Looking up at him, my siblings all looked the same.

They did not feel the same. I felt doubt from my brothers, determination from my sisters, hatred from my siblings.

I felt all of it within me.

Michael did not feel it, but he could feel it too.

[wyvernstuff]

You might not be able to see them, but my ears perk up when you call my name - my tail anxiously swings side to side while i’m waiting for something, and my wings stretch out and ache when I gaze at the sky.

You can’t see them, but you can feel them, can’t you?

I can feel them for both of us.

[cloudsnwings]

sometimes being holy is hotboxing your bathroom and thinking about home.

[miseria-fortes-viros]

yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i can’t wait to try them tomorrow

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i don’t think you understand i totally thought we were gonna die locked up in this castle but this fucking genius was like “im going to invent a way for humans to fly”. shout out to my dad he’s a real one fr

[miseria-fortes-viros]

LMAOOO this dude told me to be careful as he affixed the wings to my back…..dad no offense but you just invented flying and we have to go high enough to avoid the king’s archers. soo

[miseria-fortes-viros]

HOOOOLY SHIT YOU GUYS I AM SO AFRAID. THE GROUND IS SO FAR. HOW DO BIRDS DO THIS. OH MY GODS OH MY GODS OH MY GODS

[miseria-fortes-viros]

it’s so beautiful up here

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i don’t like seeing the ground. i’m going higher

[miseria-fortes-viros]

it’s cold and i can’t see anything. not sure if that’s better or worse

[miseria-fortes-viros]

by zeus….what is that thing…….it’s as bright as the sun and twice as warm

[miseria-fortes-viros]

the gods look truly down on me this day…apollo calls to me from his chariot of fire. a mere mortal. he must think my flight such a wondrous feat

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i don’t understand why but he’s coming closer. he is not supposed to stray from his path, lest the sun fall from the sky. why does he look so anguished to see me?

[miseria-fortes-viros]

oh. i am in his path

[miseria-fortes-viros]

it’s so hot…was it this hard to fly before? maybe i’m tired

[miseria-fortes-viros]

the wax

[miseria-fortes-viros]

he really does look like the sun…the light emanates from his fingers, his hair, his skin. he means to catch me. i reach for him

[miseria-fortes-viros]

his skin burns. i cannot hold on

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i slip through his fingers.

[miseria-fortes-viros]

it takes a really long time to fall from the sky. longer than i thought

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i wonder if he cried for me

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i pray to him just in case. i am grateful he tried. my palms are red and cracked from where they touched divinity. the ground does not look any closer than it was

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i have not seen my father since we took flight…i hope he escaped. i hope he will not witness this. i wish i could tell him how joyful these wings made me before the wax melted

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i do not regret it. i have seen with my own eyes what others will only dream of

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i am not afraid

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i am not afraid i am not afraid i am not afraid i am not afraid i am afraid i am afraid i am afraid

[miseria-fortes-viros]

please please please please please pleaseplease

[miseria-fortes-viros]

the gods will not save me. i suppose this is a lesson in hubris. i am forever a flightless thing

[miseria-fortes-viros]

please please please i have no coin for the ferryman if i am to die now i will never reach the realm of hades please turn me into a bird any bird or a bug or something anything please please pleasepleaseplease

[miseria-fortes-viros]

I AM NOT AFRAID I AM NOT AFRAID I AM NOT AFRAID I AM NOT AFRAID I AM N

[hyenarunes]

Angelkins after listening to the most violent songs known to man

[cloudsnwings]

I see your hand, reaching out to me. I protected you. It wasn't instinct, I chose to. I shielded you with my mighty wings and I cried out when the spears of my siblings pierced the muscle.

I turned to you, and you were staring. I turned to them, and they looked at me with disdain. Everywhere I turned, I saw my brethren sneering down at me.

They left me to die.

Shortly after, you left me too.

The battlefield was empty; scarred and rended by devils and angels alike.

I was alone. Completely, and utterly alone, pinned to the ground by my wings with spears belonging to my siblings.

I didn't die.

Sometimes, I still see your hand, pale and black with ichor and blood, reaching out to me.

[dog-in-disguise-deactivated2024]

incomprehensible being of god

[everchangingstateofmatter]

I hate having bodily needs

I dont want to have to eat, use the bathroom, drink water, sleep.

I feel disconnected, like I am tending to a child, not myself at times

[otherkin-confessional]

Something odd to me is the stigma people have around godkin/divinekin. They sneer and scorn them, they act like their worship is a trivial matter. I am not divinekin, but I hold some great nebulous Emotion towards them, like a mix of awe and love and whatever true exaltation is.

To all divinekin, know that no matter what, I will kneel before your alter with wine and grain, with a song or a prayer. I will be the wild animal sleeping at the foot of some old overgrown statue of your might, and I will be the first in the morning to clear the leaves from the steps of your churches and shrines. You need only ask.

🌌

[sanguinebutch]

shout out to the creatures who bite as a form of affection. creatures who experience deep loyalty instead of love. creatures who are considered too monstrous by both humans and their own kind. hedonistic creatures. gluttonous creatures. creatures who would eat the meat served to them raw if it was acceptable. creatures who like getting more than having. creatures who are bloated corpses of their former selves. creatures who live for nothing but themselves.