#my confessional

[swiftthisway]

I confess. I love everything Taylor Swift. I’m just wired that way.

[dreamingofangelicflight]

~Heavenly Hallway~

Does this sound familiar to anyone?

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I stand on the threshold of an open archway. Gazing down the long hallway that sprawls into the distance before me, I see a flutter of movement at the very end. My keen eyes, made for seeing in the wide-open skies, identify the movement as fluttering wings from someone taking off at the courtyard at the very end.

Around me, the walls seem to reach for the sky. They look like blue cliffs, with subtle details and intricate swirls of color dancing across them, from the murals that artists have painted long ago. They are in truth walls of the rest of the building around me, except that this hallway and courtyard are open to the sky. Above me, the last bits of sunlight stream across the darkening blue backdrop. No clouds to catch the light and turn purple, blue, and pink, today. The stars haven't come out yet.

The floor is of giant pure white blocks of stone, so finely arranged that there's no need for mortar to hold them together, and a single feather cannot be inserted between each one. Right now, they look silvery, and deepen to a warm, rich grey as the sunlight fades.

I walk down the hallway and breathe in the air deeply, as it cools and become damp with the coming night. The shadows cling to the archways and define the upper level doorways and small, discreet ledges for landing. There's at least four or five levels that I can tell from here, though there may be more. The silence of the night sweeps in slow and gently, as the noises of activity during the daytime fades away. Only I walk these halls alone at night. Only when I need to ponder something or muse until inspiration strikes.

The hallway is many wingspans wide, perfect for easy takeoff and landing. Despite the heavy traffic earlier in the day, there's not a spot of dirt to be seen or smelled now. A soft murmur comes from far off in the distance, several courtyards over where there are still some late-nighters, like me, up and about their work.

After a walk that is in truth, a long one, but seems short due to how many times I've paced these very halls, I arrive at the courtyard at the end. It's an octagon in shape, with some bigger archways in the center of three of the walls. One archway directly across the room from me, and two exactly perpendicular to the others. All leading to further hallways that lead onto further rooms. Like spokes on a wheel, with this courtyard as the central hub.

The fading light catches on the golden curves and swirls of the arched, metal canopy that rises far above the center of the courtyard. Such a canopy is attached to none of the courtyard walls. Instead it is braced upon five giant pillars that are all neatly arranged in a circle in the center. A great expanse of floor separates each pillar from the walls beyond.

As for the intricate canopy supported by five pillars, the golden swirls and decal brings one to mind of the ever-changing wind currents and how the smoke of incense separates and flows back together as it wafts up to the ceiling. The decal forms the canopy and supports the sheer, but durable, white fabric stretched between them, before the decals trail down each pillar. The pillars are made of giant white stone blocks stacked in a similar form as obelisk but more octagonal, and with a mottled pattern like pale marble flowing upon it.

In between the pillars, shaded by the canopy, is a small raised dais that supports a throne. The throne is curved and wide with sturdy but arching legs. The back goes to just above the mid-back of someone my height if they sat down, with two open slots for the wings to go through. It provides some back support that doesn't go the way to the shoulders. The throne is crafted of mostly gold with some white stone panels in between the intricate swirling and curling designs. The armrests are a smooth arch, to match the wave-like flow of the rest. The overall design looks vaguely reminiscent of a Pharaoh's throne, only with more sloping curves and a sense of graceful movement even when at rest.

The last of the sunlight filters down and bounces off the golden canopy, then creeps down to the golden throne and calls up sparkles here and there. Finally, the sun fully sets and night claims the land. The last sparkles fade away in turn. The stars start to appear in the skies overhead; a brilliant mosaic of sparkles and glints of different colors, swirling together in giant cloud-like shapes. It's too early for the moon to rise yet, but it will later tonight. Once the moon soars over the edges of the walls, it will bathe the entire courtyard and hallway in a silvery and golden glow.

Since nobody else is here, I can slump upon the chair and muse upon the troubles that weigh heavy on my thoughts. Both the gold and the stone panels are warm from the sunlight blazing upon them earlier, when the day was clear and bright. The occasional, soothing and cooling breezes that make it down here stir my hair and ripple through my feathers. They bring a cold and clear, refreshing scent with them and help to erase the last traces of the day before. The stars are my eternal companions tonight, without any clouds to block their glow. So, I don't feel alone at all. Only at one with and supported by the thick, comforting, presence of night.  

---Let me know if it does!

I just remember more of it now since @newbieangel mentioned it in here: https://dreamingofangelicflight.tumblr.com/post/159637394433/newbieangel-dreamingofangelicflight

[dreamingofangelicflight]

I love your memories and stories from your home so much, you sould write a book and I'd buy five copies! You could probably tell a story about how a tree looked like in your home and I'd still be intrigued af. -that was my rant about how cool I find you and your memories, Michael out

O.O …. O////O ………….O//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////O

*turns purple… then turns blue as he blushes THAT hard in spirit form.*

W-well that bodes well for any future publication of my novels. X////X *meep and now tons more motivated to keep working on his childhood novel based on his memories of growing up in his home world. X////X~~~*

I’ll be sure to let y'all know when those are accepted by agents and publishers (or if I’m self-pub then when I’m preparing to get it ready for that), and the lead up to the future publication! X////X Right now it’s in drafting and revising stage. X///X

I’m just… SERIOUSLY flattered as fuck man. X////////X Thank you so so SO much!!! X////////X

*now goes back to his regularly scheduled programming of wordless meeps because he cannot make his mouth speak from sheer flattery and gratitude and mega-touchedness* X/////X~~~~

[dreamingofangelicflight]

If it's not too much trouble, could I request N, P, Q, and R for the wing ask meme? I find your memories and experiences so interesting and awe-inspiring so I'd love this. ^-^

OMG EEEP O///////O … t-thank you! >////<~~~ *HUGGLES* Ima gonna be all embarrassed and blushing over here but OF COURSE I’d love to answer those questions for ya! >////<~~~~~

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N - Best shift experience?

Hmmm~ Any time I have a real strong feeling of them, a strong connection, and someone - like a spirit - is preening them. :3

I’d have to go with my boyfriend for sure since he knows how to massage the physical muscles of the back AND preen the astral wings in such a way that it somehow erases all the aches in my back instantly and doesn’t mess up my astral feathers the way every other human masseuse inevitably does. So it feels really goddamn good and relaxing, along with getting rid of all the itching that tends to happen if my feathers are disheveled against my back

(Yo, y'all are astral not physical! Why I still feel that itching all the same?!)

P - How did you use your wings to your advantage?

O.O Do you mean as astral wings in THIS life, or just overall back at home?

Because if you mean back at home, I mean they conferred the kind of advantage that two arms free to grab things and having opposable thumbs and wrists made for throwing have given all of humanity an advantage here. Aka, a huge amount of advantage that is so easy to just take for granted every day, especially in a society made specifically for those who have this advantage. (Except arms can’t get you into the sky and keep you there for as long as you want, whenever you want. Extra points for wings in that regards. ;D)

So yeah, expressions, touching/feeling, preening, protection, display, indication direction, gestures, mapping out the air currents around me, awesome gorgeous natural decoration, giving and receiving comfort, allowing me to escape into the air whenever I want, or to not worry about falls and heights at all, and just be a natural extension of my body that’s perfectly in tune with everything else. Most of all, they’re a huge part of my personal identity and how I relate to myself and think of myself and of my life. In a way, they are an extension of who I am as a person, of my soul and spirit.

For here in this life? Well I can’t use them to steady me or correct my balance sadly. Nor to fly with, nor to be seen or felt by any human around me (except for maybe my boyfriend and twin). Ummm… what would be an actual advantage is being able to write flying scenes very convincingly in my book because I know so well how it feels and what it’s like from my memories. :3 I adore flying so much I had to make the plot of my first book of my childhood memories from my home world focus ON flying. ;3 *bounces and flaps wings*

Q - Rate your wings 1-10 (10 being the best, pssst, they’re all 10s!!!)

10. -w-

Of course they are, because I specifically designed them to be my most favorite wings of all time, gorgeous and living works of art that always bring a smile to my face when I see them, and to work exactly as I want them to in flight no matter what I’m doing.

Perfectly crafted to fit my unique flying style, love of swimming, artist eye, unique and expressive character, favorite colors, and just the general way I love to live my life day-to-day. Even when most other angels of my home world retract their wings (so they don’t get in the way), I say “fuck that!” and have mine out all the goddamn time, just in a space-saving form so I don’t accidentally sit on me flight feathers ya hear?

My ref pics always have my wings in a space-saving form where the flight feathers go to like my hips, just above my butt there, at the longest. :3 Easiest for sitting down or lounging. XD For actual flight, I’d make them go to their full size again and take off. <3

R - Do you remember anyone else’s wings significantly?

*grins* I think it ironic and fitting that this question is labeled “R” when I remember my husband’s wings the most and HIS name starts with an “R” too! <3

Btw he’s demonkin in this life and part-angel, part-demon (along with feline, dragon, and other things) back in our home world. :D And yes he has feathered wings, from the tengu and angel sides of him. <3

He’s my boyfriend in this lifetime, and my husband and mate back at home. So I remember his wings PERFECTLY. <3 It helps I can see the astral wings of his when he has them out, the same way I see all the other spirits and my astral tail, wings, and other features. xD (A vague sort of sensory image that is more like visualizing an orange in your mind, without actually seeing an orange, but still knowing it well all the same.)  

It’s just a gorgeous dark, almost black color – I say almost black because of all the purty iridescence there. X3 I love each and every color shade of the iridescence, how subtle it is. Especially how if I gently take the tip of his flight feather or wrist of his wing and turn it left and right near a light source, that most of the light seems to sink into the feather itself and disappear in a gorgeous deep and soothing void, while some escape and shimmer along the surface of each feather like tiny little rainbows that just can’t quite escape the force of gravity from the cool black holes of each feather.

The overall wing shapes are that of a raven’s wings (since he loves the birds, ravens, as much as I love dark blue - i.e. to the point we fucking named ourselves after our individual obsessions!) and have notches at the tips (mine do too) for easier soaring. He doesn’t use his wings that much, but I always enjoy it when he does bring them out. His also aren’t waterproof so he keeps complaining about the wet a lot, poor dude. LOL!

Even now, I always sleep better if he brings out his astral wings to cover us like a blanket while in bed together. I can feel it subtly if his wings stroke mine and he feels it in return.

…Gawds I love the memory of the silky soft feel of each of his feathers, the sight of the gorgeous colors of his wings, the graceful and strong shape of the wings over all, and I swear sometimes I might almost remember the smell of them but then the memory goes away again and I’m sad. T.T

I do remember the soft ruffle that each of his wingbeats would cause when flying in the air, but I know he is a quiet flyer compared to most younger people. I’m an utterly silent flyer myself, apparently from my memories and what others say, so it would make sense that I could still pick up the sound of his wingbeats even then.

I’ve um *blushes purple* rhapsodized about his wings a lot haven’t I? I’ll stop the rambling here. ^////^

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The rest of the answers I’ve already done are here: https://dreamingofangelicflight.tumblr.com/post/160305566433/wings-answers

:D

For those who are wondering, there’s like H, I, J, L, M, O, V, W, X, Y, and Z that I haven’t done yet. ^///^~ Feel free to ask me one [or all :D] of those alright? :333 *wing flaps*

[dreamingofangelicflight]

Possible Shift?

I had a weird tingling in my palms, hands, and chest and that was felt subtly and indirectly throughout my body not too long ago.

I was (still am) listening to "Heaven Knows" by Five for Fighting on repeat, looking through the angelkin tag on tumblr, and thinking of potential new posts I could do about being angelkin for others to see if that fit with them too. More of a vague but intense compulsion of some unknown origin and entirely wordless.

The tingling in my hands was kinda like .... I was simultaneously remembering feeling the threads that connects me to every other angel in the entire Universe (those intensely thrumming and hot and bone-vibrating glowing white cords) as well as aching to just reach out and just grab them again. To do what with them IDK but it was... an intense compulsion.  

I decided to stay with the weird feeling instead of puzzling over it and pushing it away like I've done before. It just... grew stronger, then suddenly disappeared with my voice suddenly changing noticeably at the same time.

Since I was singing at the same time, my deep voice suddenly changed to a lighter and VERY melodic voice. Great huh? Except it was starting to push the limits of my natural bass vocal range and straining my throat a bit. I had to wrestle with it for a while and listen to for a time some very deep bass singers to match them and get myself to get back to that more comfortable (for the human body) range again even while in what I presume is a ...low-key shift?

My speaking voice tries to stay in that higher and melodic register and I have to work to bring it down again.

I feel... different than I did before that ... possible shift came over me.

I still feel like I could potentially like grab those cords and do something with them. I don't know what for certain... I don't think I or others would be ready for that however.

I still get the odd sensory memories of just... what it feels to reach out and put my hand on another angel and feel their very spirit and even soul underneath my fingers and read them like *snaps fingers* that. Like the swirling mist of their glowing spirits underneath their body coverings that most other people see, and how that spirit just... feels to touch. Distinct and different for every single angel, all the colors and sensory feels. Like one would be more jagged like strong amber granite with a warmth of fire within, another would be slowly moving thick dark liquid that was more lukewarm, a third one would look like a million brittle icicle spikes but upon touch was in truth a soft and fluffy down, and so on!

I feel more power just... underneath the surface of this body. As vibrant and energetic as a giant star, as solid and enduring and implacable as a mountain, and the power and depths of the ocean filling a solid humanoid shape.

Just... like I can touch other spirits at the very least and get a deep readout of their spirit, soul, all the different energy lines and layout of their bodies, the summing up and reading of their unique energy fingerprint, and even their personality mixed with past history even. All in a brief rush of wordless and holistic images/senses/knowledge all combined into one.

...I tried that just now on 5 volunteers amongst my spirit family and angel guards. I sent them what I got in return and they all looked quite shocked, weirded out, and a bit horrified and some muttered about how "oddly violating that feels" with how much I got from them just from a single touch. Funnily enough, there were tons of volunteers from my angel guards initially! 

.... Odd feel all of this. ..............

I feel very competent and ... not anxious while in this state.

Huh.

Another note, I just felt like I could feel the breezes and wind-like currents of the energy and magical framework all around me and could trace them as easily as a bird could the sky and a dog with the scent trails in front of him. Not with any definable sense other than the front of my forehead or whatever might normally be there (though smell and taste are really helping right now, what the fuck are these flavors?!).

The flavors are really familiar but I KNOW (from tons of research in taste descriptive words) that there are no human words for these kinda flavors or anything humans have that could match them. But they're familiar to me and the proper names for them are just out of reach of my mind and in another language entirely, no doubt the one from my home world.

I seriously feel like I can just reach out a hand and twist the magic there and make something manifest just like that. Like that dude in the Enchanted Forest in the Dealing with Dragons series by Patricia C. Wrede.

... Interesting. I'll update this or reblog and add on any new updates between now and whenever the shift ends. .... Hopefully I can get to sleep in this state! (My human body is exhausted and the human brain has tons of fog, my angel self is wide awake and vitalized. Curious contrast.) Wish me luck!

Good luck to y'all and I wanna see if anyone experienced something similar to this???

[dreamingofangelicflight]

Angelic Rankings That I'm Most Familiar With

I've been seeing posts going around of different angelic rankings. But I've never seen anything that resembled my experience, so I'm gonna briefly write up mine. 

This is how it works for my home world. It definitely won't be how it works for anywhere else, though there may be some similarities here and there.

Do respect that I devoted a ton of hours to remembering this and figuring this out.

Don't just out and out claim that you came up with this order when I know from my research that this specific ordering is from my home world and not from any other source I could find.

That credit goes to me.

Before you take objection with the way I've ordered this, remember it is simply what is most familiar to me. If you check even the biblical discussions on the rankings, different biblical writers disagree. Not to mention the differences between Christianity, Judaism, and Islam.

If there is a space for those differences to exist without being ripped apart, there certainly is a space for mine.

Ark-Angel: The topmost rank. Elected in, must past strenuous tests to be worthy. Only one at a time.

Seraphim (singular is Seraph): The next highest rank. Again, they had to prove themselves worthy to be in this rank. Always an odd number with the Ark-Angel as the last member, the tie-breaker vote. Usually from 7 to 27 at most.

High Angels: Body-guards of the Ark-Angel and Seraphim. The best of the fighters, guards, and warriors. They had to pass a demanding test to qualify.

Cherubim (singular is Cherub): Heads of the religion. The Divine Light religion, at least in my home world. Cherubs in other places no doubt had other duties.

Aeons: Elite members of the winged and aerial army. A sort of crack team that is sent in to ensure victory and to lead others.

Powers: Heads of the records, history, and accounts. They made sure everybody got enough and nobody was trying to steal more than their fair share of resources.

Ophanim (singular is Ophan): Also called Thrones. They distributed the resources across the galaxy and universe. They also were called in to help with disasters, management of recovery, and to survey the conditions of all the different planets.

Dominions: Powerful mages who managed the energy lines of the Universe. Such lines may have been called chi lines. Often solitary.

Lordships: Resolved ethical violations, recorded them, and listened to the relationship grievances of other angels.

Virtues: Also called Strongholds. They are responsible for an entire galaxy. Manage the planets, solar systems, and stars (and their inhabitants) within the galaxy.

Principalities: Warriors and soldiers of the regular army. They also capture and punish criminals and escapees. Never seen without others in their "wing" or team.

Authorities: Always a pair, assigned to each sector of a certain galaxy. They monitor the planets, solar systems, and stars (and their inhabitants) within that sector. They report back to the Virtues.

Archangels: Oversee specific areas (be it physical like trees or intangible as an idea like creativity). They respond and fulfill any prayers coming to them within their area, and bless the seeker as needed. They are the only rank to be summoned by prayers, alongside the guardian angels.

Guardian Angels: Lowest rank to be sent out to deal with the rest of the galaxy and universe. Assigned to certain inhabitants of different worlds for the duration of the inhabitant's life. Guide and protect.

Common Angels: Usually do not leave their home world, heaven, plane, planet, etc. They do not deal with the rest of the galaxy or universe. They maintain their home with the necessary jobs that are not government-related, but are needed to support the government in general.

Special note about "Fallen" Angels:

This is entirely based on what I know of my home world.

They do not actually fall from one place to another. More of a metaphor for "falling from someone's good esteem," or "moving down a rank or several in the government," or in extreme cases "banishment from any job in the government ever again."

This punishment is not done to those who love humans. Rather it's done to those who messed up their jobs in a grievous manner and harmed a lot of the beings who depend on them as a result. They do not "get sent down to Earth" as a punishment. Any such incarnating in human lifetimes on Earth is by choice, not as a punishment. Even while incarnating in human bodies, their soul still remains an angel. They will return back home as how they are in truth, once the physical body dies.

Even when "fallen," they still remain angels. That does not change. They do not become demons in any way.

[dreamingofangelicflight]

C, N, Z (angelic ask meme 2.0)? (my memory isn't super great so sorry if you've been asked similar questions before!)

AWWW YAY thank you! :D I don’t think I’ve answered those before except for Z. :3 I checked. :D Btw THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for asking!!! <3 *HUGGLE-GLOMPAGES* 

I am struggling to link the original answer post on here, so I’ll just repost for Z. :) Sound good? :D

C - What is something you want to know or remember, but don’t?

Oh gee, WHERE do I start?

I mean I have a ton of things I want to remember to write my books better, and with every new thing I gain, I have many more questions that pop up and need to be answered with more memories every time. Goddamnit.

… I guess the things I MOST want to remember, consistently… is exactly what my childhood family home looked like. Exactly what flying is like. What walking around and living there and just being there is like. Exactly what reading those “books” and seeing the artwork, seeing the dancing and doing the dancing is like. Exactly how my family really look and sound, smell and feel like. Using magic, seeing auras, teleporting, using telekinesis, casting spells, shapeshifting… I mean I have enough of a taste of those to get the idea (especially when I do it in my dreams), but it’s not quite like the actual full experience. And I miss that.

I want to know all the words to the songs, how to sing it, what it sounds like, and what it means. I want to know the most popular stories and legends, myths and tales. I want to remember what it’s like to make a book myself, to read it, what the movies and games are like, the bars and restaurants, and getting around. What exactly my home town looked like, from the inside out.

I have a bunch of fragments, faint impressions, vague ideas, and a bunch of scattered little snippets. Nothing very… deep or intense or tangible or concrete beyond as much of an understanding as my human brain can manage.

I suppose the biggest thing.. is I want to know my home world inside and out again, like I used to before I came into this physical lifetime. :(

N - Your favorite memory

Aww thank you! I answered my worst memory question before, but now I’m glad to get a chance to ramble about my favorite memory! :D <3

Gee which one? I have a ton of happy memories I love. <3 I have ones ranging from my earliest memory to my most recent, most usually spent with those I love - be they still alive today or passed on. I’ll just do a little snippet of a couple different ones then. :3

I love my earliest memory of being a little winged kit and being fed (by bottle or something like it) by my eldest brother Denalis. I didn’t have the sight, or much of sound, but I had smell, taste, and touch then. I was an infant and still small, and I remember the smell of his hands - a campfire smoke, due to what kinds of magics he needed to do to complete his unpleasant jobs. (Don’t ask!) Funnily enough, even if the reason was gruesome, the association in my mind is so strong of “Awesome Protective Big Brother, I’m Safe Now” that I instantly calm down when he puts his hand next to my face and it smells like that.

I have a bunch of scattered little memories of me growing up with my twinnie, Azzy (who’s here with me in this life too! <3), and cuddling together, burying my face in his messy black curls, preening his black wings and having him preen mine, twining together in a bed when we comfort each other from one or the other having a nightmare or being so worried about something. I still remember how skinny, thin and boney, he as a teenager when we were growing up.

I remember having my head on Dad’s chest when we were both lying down in the grassy field and my other brothers were playing the angel equivalent to football/soccer. Mom was talking to Dad I think, and he was laughing. I still remember how it felt to have my head on his chest and bouncing a bit from his laughs, the feel of his ever-present green and silver robes, the warmth of his soft, calloused, knobby-jointed hands. The sound of his chuckle. Just…love. <3

I remember how it feels to have Mom tuck me in to sleep, arranging the blankets just so while I’m on the borderland of awake and dreaming. How she’d gently move my wing and arm so I’d be lying on my side more comfortably, how she’d smooth the blanket and the bits of feathers poking out, and would stroke my hair out of my face. How her hands were so warm, gentle, and graceful and smooth.

I also remember my husband. <3 How it feels to have him spoon me from behind, an arm as my pillow and the other arm either over my waist or along my side with a hand on my head. How it feels to have his chin rest on my shoulder or in the crook of my neck, to feel the vibration of his purrs travel from that point of contact and along my upper back/shoulder and into me. I love his adorable little snoring-purrs. I loved feeling the warmth of his breath against my neck and shoulder, the hot, comfy warmth all along my back, the soft and yet solid and safe-feeling pressure of his chest and torso against my back and wings. I still remember how silky his bangs and hair feel. And how awesome it is when he covers us both with his wings like a black, feathery blanket. And how it feels when he preens my wings, as well as adding in a little massage too in the base of the wings and back muscles and along the “arm” of the wing underneath the feathers to gently release any soreness or tension of the tendons there.

Yeah I have a ton of awesome memories. <3 Just… awesome cuddle periods like that. Others are vague bits of flying, shapeshifting, using my magic and element powers, telekinesis, and even teleporting. Not as vivid as I’d like though. Blegh. Oh well, at least I remember those bits. :)

(Repost of my answer for Z below)

Z - What do you embody or represent, and how do you feel humans in general are handling/treating it?

Let’s see… when I was an archangel, I was the Archangel of Inspiration, Imagination, and Creativity. :)

I had to drop that job because my other higher-level job was taking up too much time and focus for me, so I handed it off to someone else to take care of the prayers from the inhabitants of different worlds wanting help with those things.

I feel humans in general are… very stymied and stuck. I have to look up what other books have done in order to write books myself in this lifetime and I keep coming into the same old tired tropes, done extremely bigotedly and abusively without regard to how many groups it negatively affects. I keep seeing the same old love of DRAMAAAAAAAA over actual realistic conflict like what you’d find in actual lives.

I keep hitting my head against the wall whenever a book with good promise and some great ideas… turn onto the SAME. OLD. ROAD. and butcher any characterization in the process because EVERYBODY and their dog has done this same old thing, and it’s not just boring but incredibly disheartening and sad seeing such promise …. forgotten.

I think the emphasis on quantity over quality is really biting creativity and media over all in the ass. Yeah sure do it many times to get good at working on it and practicing it. But if you just do the same old thing many, many times… you practice nothing but the same old thing and find it incredibly difficult to branch out and try something new.

I have novels worth of rants and venting about all sorts of areas in the writing industry, media, publishing, etc. But to sum it all up, I think humans direly need the extra help to really get out of their comfort zone and consider maybe some other ways of writing a story, figuring out a plot, and giving actual subtle nuanced conflict over melodrama more than a half-heated try.

In short: I’m very disappointed, and alternate between horrified, weirded out, shocked, sad, enraged, and rather morose depending on what I just came across and saw for the ten thousandth time with all its problematic baggage attached to it.

[dreamingofangelicflight]

4,6,7 and 9 for the kin ask meme? Also if you believe in reincarnation/multiple lives, do you think if/when you go to the next life/back home, you'll remember what happened during this lifetime?

AWWW thank you so much for asking me! :DD *HUGS* I am always delighted whenever someone sends in an ask!!! <3 Thank you!

4. Recommend some media (Music, Art, Literature…) that remind you of your kin!

I don’t know about movies or literature…The only things that come to mind with that are the Maximum Ride Manga (volumes 1 to 6 in particular, since they align with the first four novels of the series which are the only ones I accept as canon really) because they have beautiful shots of wings, flying people in the sky, and the like that I can stare at for hours. The Wings of Fire series by Tui T. Sutherland is great for dragonkin people. The Warrior Cats series by Erin Hunter is great for catkin people. For actual angelkin? I’ve yet to find literature that really resonates on that level… I’ve found a lot of horribly done books though.

Music I have a lot more of!

Angelkin, wingedkin - “Take to the Sky” by Owl City. “Learning to Fly” by Tom Petty. “Icarus” by Bastille. “Flying Without Wings” and “I Have a Dream” by Westlife.

Dragonkin - “I See Fire” by Ed Sheeran. “Miss Independent” by Ne-Yo. “Honey I’m Home” by Shania Twain.

Catkin - “I Don’t Speak Human” by Omnia.

General ‘Kin songs - “Open Up Your Eyes” by Jeremy Camp. “Can’t Take Me [I’m Free]” by Bryon Adams. “Once Upon A December” by Deana Carter. “Journey to the Past” and “At the Beginning” from the Anastasia movie. “Leave Out All the Rest” by Linkin Park.

6. What are your favorite kin blogs?

@angel–finder @newbieangel

(they post things related entirely to their kin from what I’ve seen. it’s just angelkin listed because I have not found as good a community among the dragonkin and catkin as I did among the angelkin.)

7. Do you miss anyone from your past life (or alternatively: Do you wish you did things differently)?

Honestly, I wish I didn’t incarnate here but since I’m here I might as well deal with it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I basically miss all my family and friends from my home world, but it helps to be able to talk with some of them here (via mental telepathy and channeling) even if they’re just spirits while I’m in a physical human body at present.

9. Any hobbies or habits that kinda relate to your kintype(s)?

Skydiving was my hobby related to my angelkin and wingedkin side while I could do it. :D I cannot anymore due to health reasons but I thoroughly enjoyed the three times I did. :)

Other things would be: cuddling in a comfy, soft, nest-like bed, getting massages (my cat self loves petting, my dragon self loves pampering, and my angel self just wants to be in bliss and have the aches go away), taking long shower-baths (since I love being in the water and cleaning/grooming myself), humming randomly since angels always sang back at home, listening to music, drawing my true forms, writing my memories of home into a book for others to read and enjoy.

Behavior quirks I have from my ‘kin side: Growling or hissing, baring teeth in a threat, purring when blissed, walking on my toes, maneuvering around objects like I have actual wings to compensate for, collecting pretty stones (my hoard :D).

Bonus Question: Also if you believe in reincarnation/multiple lives, do you think if/when you go to the next life/back home, you’ll remember what happened during this lifetime?

I thoroughly believe in multiple lifetimes. I know I’m incarnated in this one and I’ll go back home after this physical body dies.

I even learned that it’ll be like waking up at home, opening my eyes after an extremely long and vivid nightmare, and then being in my normal body again. I’ll remember what happens here for sure, but I think the emotional impact of it will dull over time and since I live a very long time back at home, I have time to spare. :) I’ve recovered from other traumatizing events in my overall life before, so I can recover from this one too. :)

I am still getting a goddamn vacation though! D: I demand it! As compensation for the ordeal I had to endure here. TTT_TT Mah!

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Btw thanks again for asking me! :D <3 I loved responding to this! <3