（ ♡ ） angelkin / divinekin tips that aren’t just « wear flowy dresses » and ritualized domesticity.
- - - disclaimer :: this is what works 444 me & my divine self-concept. if it does not align with your tastes, aesthetic sensibilities, or general tolerance for angelic theatrics, that is entirely expected.
— send emails !! write letters !! leave anonymous asks !! if your nature is that of a messanger, let your voice travel where your body cannot.
— study angelology across dispersed theological & esoteric systems. learning how divinity is structured across cultures, can in turn clarify your own noemata !!
— construct a shrine. it may be physical or digital. consider:
• what form could embody your presence ? (statue, effigy, framed likeness, abstract symbol) you can also make a statue out of clay.
• what sigil might function as your invocation mark ? make one !!
• what crystals correspond to you ?
• what plant/flower correspond to you ?
• what herbs correspond to you ?
• what incense/scent/oil feels like your atmospheric signature ?
• what candle colour corresponds to you ?
• what are acceptable offerings at your altar ? (dancing, singing, your favorite silly drink…)
• now, what offering would you reject ?hmm ???
• what ritual would petition your attention ? & conversely, how would you respond ?
• compose a prayer in your name !!
— engage with resonant frequencies such as 999 Hz or 1111 Hz, often framed as angelic harmonics. whether symbolic or perceptual, they function as auditory liminal spaces.
— DO BACKSTRETCHES !!111!!!111!!!! if you are of the angelic temperament, then the spine becomes a sacred column. loosen what has been carried too long. let the body remember it was not made only for endurance.
— try ancient methods of scribing if it calls to you. medieval scribal methods hold particular allure to me. you can age parchment with tea or coffee. vellum-making exists too, if you don’t mind the smell.
— if protective instinct is intrinsic to your nature, direct it at your favorite person with consent & clarity. being someone’s guardian angel, when offered freely, becomes a form of devotion rather than possession.
— seek elevation, both literal and perceptual. rooftops can serve as vantage points for contemplation. but stay safe please !!! height is meaningful only when it does not erase grounding.
— if your angelic identity is rooted in divine machinery rather than religion, cultivate technical literacy. learn systems of computation, networks, and code as one would once learn scripture.
that’s all for now, loves ♡ feel free 222 reblog this w/ more ideas !! — rem 🏹͙🪽⋆˙⟡
What are noemata, and how do I begin to catalogue mine?
Look at my beautiful zine that is only slightly propaganda to convince you to consider speculative biology and conlanging as an alterhuman, nonhuman, system, etc.
A noema (pronounced noh-EE-mə or noh-AY-mə, plural noemata) is intrinsic knowledge about one's kintype, hearttype, or other alterhuman ident
A noema (pronounced noh-EE-mə or noh-AY-mə, plural noemata) is intrinsic knowledge about one's kintype, hearttype, or other alterhuman identity. Noemata may include memories, things one experiences as memories but which are not believed to be real memories, gut feelings, and general knowledge about the looks, life, or habits of one's alterhuman identity. Noemata may have a psychological or spiritual basis, may be a mix of the two, or may have unknown origins.
As noemata are intrinsic knowledge, knowledge from external sources such as books, films, and games are not noemata.
What sorts of noemata do you experience? Where do they come from? Do you associate them with a past life or something else?
aLRIGHT FUCKERS buckle up I'm gonna scream about exomemories, noemata, and Piglin culture and general Piglin fuckery. Some stuff about Enderfolk in our canon too, just a very small section.
Preamble real quick: Yes, we know some of these things in the "worldbuilding" of our noemata/exomemories are likely or even undoubtedly subconsciously inspired by Tumblr posts or media. If you notice it, we probably already know. Please don't comment on it, it kinda bothers us for reasons that are hard to articulate. Also, plz be mature about the bits that could be read as kink-coded. It's not a kink it's literally our version of marriage. Nothing against kink tho shout out to kinky alterhumans.
Oh also, post written by Techno. I am the local Piglin in question.
So for one, Nether culture is very cutthroat. "Learn fast or die" in the words of Avatar. It's home and I love it, but it's not the sort of place most people are able to get comfortable in. Comfort requires safety, safety requires resources, and resources are very few in the Nether. Survival is priority in the Nether; a lot of the culture within stems from that base fact.
Hair is super important to Piglin culture. It has nothing to do with hair itself and everything to do with the result of it- long hair is an easy handle in a fight, and sometimes a braid someone can get ahold of is the difference between life and death. It's the norm to keep your hair short; from maybe chin length to properly against-the-head levels of short. Long hair is considered to be a sign of a skilled warrior, since they're skilled enough to have an active hindrance for the sake of aesthetic. The longer the more of a threat they are. If you challenge a Piglin with waist length hair. Hairstyles have some significance too- high ponytails are the most dangerous to have with how much they stick out, so they're the "fuck you I'm a badass" of hair pretty much.
I've already mentioned this in a post before, but it's pretty common for teens to try and grow out their hair and end up with shitty, choppy haircuts from a fight. It's considered normal- kids get cocky and they're kind of assholes to each other. Everyone in the Nether knows this aspect of Piglin culture, so the danger isn't unique to fights with other Piglin, either- long hair as a Piglin makes you a well-respected individual at best, a potential target at worst. That's not as true in the overworld, where most people don't know about the hair thing. It's also not that uncommon for those with long hair to cut their hair before a battle as a sort of symbol for "going all in" so to speak. They're taking away the hindrance they've gotten used to- that means they're going to use all their force, all their skills, and typically means they're willing to die in this fight.
In source- skip this paragraph for source talk- my mother did this when helping me escape the Nether. Our village wasn't very fond of The Blood God, and for reasons that'd take up more space on an already very long (and not even near done) post, they went after me. Lemme tell y'all when a Piglin woman cuts her hair in front of a full village of people ready to kill her and grabs her axe, you motherfuckin' FEAR HER AND RUN. /silly
Alright hair aside! I'm finally done yelling about hair. Enderfolk! For one, they're called Enderfolk in our canon. They have zero concept of gender and frankly we just like the word better anyway. This is a tidbit that'd probably be better on our Enderfolk's post when/if they write it, but it's necessary context. Enderfolk, in our canon, are only creatures of the End. The End is completely closed off- which we'll get to in another post I'm sure, Kip can explain that one. Enderfolk aren't naturally found in any other dimension; They're "raptured" into the nether. Think, if you've heard of or seen the backrooms, how you just sort of clip into the backrooms. One step on seemingly solid ground and suddenly the world spins around you as you fall, and you're in another dimension. They appear, consistently, in warped forests.
The Nether doesn't naturally have warped forests either- they just started bleeding through, spreading, one day. It was one day thousands of years ago, to be fair, so most societies in my source memories had long since adjusted. We're not quite sure how much of Ender culture is even left for the Enderfolk in the Nether and overworld, since most of it is just reframed Piglin, Blazeborne, Pheonixkin, etc. culture. Most Netherborne are actually really fond and protective of Enderfolk nowadays because... I mean, really 99% of us have a memory of meeting one who was still adjusting and very clearly confused and stressed about losing their home/being plonked unceremoniously into a completely different environment. A lot of them take at least a year just to adapt to the temperatures, and the language barrier is... messy at best for a while. Gods forbid the village doesn't have a translator on hand.
Anyway; ROMANCE, HUH? Yeah we've got that too. I had forgotten until recently that Piglin do actually use the term 'mate' in our canon. I'm not sure there's a term equivalent for "dating" though? If there is I don't remember it. Which is kind of funny, because there is absolutely a major difference between being someone's spouse and being their mate. For a Piglin, at least, a mate is a much bigger commitment than a spouse. It varies from person to person obviously, but the general consensus as far as I remember was that a spouse spends their life with you. A mate makes a vow that a spouse does not in most situations; they will die for you. They will fight along your side to their last breath if they must.
Like I said earlier- a lot of Nether culture is based in the cutthroat nature of the dimension. The very act of the mating ritual- here's where my preamble about kink becomes relevant- proves that better than anything in my opinion. Piglin give each other weapons. A ring is shiny and sure gold is a huge deal, but most Piglin have already collected about five million of the things. A blade, or perhaps a bow on the rare occasion, is far more valuable in the Nether. In my Noemata, the blades are usually daggers and very ornate, but it depends on the culture of the area because it varies and just personal taste. Sometimes a useful but boring-looking weapon for their mate to fight with for life will be treasured far more than a fancy weapon that will ultimately never see any blood.
Anyway, the mating ritual is entirely about vulnerability; something that, in the Nether, gets you fucking killed. Funny, I use the word cutthroat to describe the Nether- that's literally what you do, though. Usually it's done in private because it has a borderline (or outright) spiritual tone to it, and the whole thing vulnerability that you don't want to be seen by anyone other than your mate or mates. The blade gifted to propose is used- and if their mate responded with a gift of their own that's used as well. The response gift is up to personal preference; some feel like it's too transactional, others feel it's about equal respect, others just want an excuse to give their mate a pretty knife. Throats are bared, and very gently ever so carefully blood is drawn. Dangerous? Yes. I'm genuinely not quite sure that the specific points in my mind could have blood safely drawn on a human. That's the point; the trust in each other to not be cruel or even just accidentally fuck it up is immense. This is not only trusting someone to stand by their vow to take their last breath for you if they have to, but trusting them to not take your last breath.
Some tidbits I couldn't fit in easily anywhere:
Proposal blades are purely meant to be for the tastes of one's mate, not for the one proposing. It's considered pretty rude to propose with a blade that's tailored more to your taste than theirs. Unlike wedding rings, no compromises have to be made- that knife is purely for ONE person. Hence why some Piglin prefer to give a blade in response.
TW FOR (IN-SOURCE) GENOCIDE AND DEATH, RELIGIOUS THEMES IG. Y'know the way we're REAL trigger-happy, attacking on sight if you don't have gold? Yeah there's a reason for that. Piglin are hunted. It's a clockwork sort of thing; done annually. Skywarden, in the words of the person who created them (we have permission to talk about them) are "Toxic Minecraft Christians." I'll get into their lore some other time maybe, if we do a chonky post on the mythology and history of our canon. Skywarden are, essentially, angels. For a species of empaths, they aren't very empathic. They have a white and gold theme- guess where they get all that gold. -_- Piglin are violent but we have good reason to be. Anyone that isn't clearly Netherborne (or Enderfolk) is shot on sight lol
OH MY GOD DID I MENTION PIGLIN ARE SORT OF COLD-BLOODED IN OUR CANON???? I DON'T THINK I DID. YEAH WE'RE COLD-BLOODED. Living near lava lakes will do that to you.
We have boats btw. Like fucking boats made of Nether brick type shit. I'm still not sure how the fuck that works I just know we had boats.
Most of the bit about mates is using monogamy as an example but monogamy isn't considered "the norm" and polyamory "a deviation" in Piglin culture. It's just sort of there. No one gives a shit.
ANYWAY HAVE ALL THAT get hit with a wall of text nerds. /silly
Feel free to ask questions if anyone has them! I don't expect any, but I also don't want anyone to feel like asking questions is bad. We actively want to delve into our sources and what we know or remember about our personal canons more. "Doubles" and such are welcome as well we don't care lol.
Classification of a kin inside canon when they don't technically exist as canon
I'm thinking about the classifications of minecraft mobs to classify my own species, watchers, into it and oufff. Oufff. I have to write my own canon here and base it on my neomata because if I trust canon then I'll go nowhere.
Because obviously you have normal animals (passive mobs) and inside those you have canines (the wolves and foxes), felines (cats and ocelots), rodents/placentalia (rabbits, bats, armadillos), domestic birds (chickens, I guess parrots?), amphibious (frogs, I guess the tadpole), fishes (cod, salmon, tropical, balloon fishes, squid and glowsquid, nautilus and zombie nautilus), aquatic mammals (dolphin), domestic animals (pigs, sheep, goats, cows, mooshrooms, horses, donkeys, mules, lamas, camels and husk camels), bears (polar and panda), and passive bugs (like bees).
I guess the sniffer is a category of its own because it's not a real animal. Allays are also a category of their own.
Then with hostile mobs you have slime (slime, magma, and sulfur), ender creatures (endermite, enderman, ender dragon (also a boss mob), shulkers), bugs (silverfish, cave and normal spider), undead (zombies, villager zombies, zombie horses, drowned, husks), skeleton variants (skeleton horse, skeleton, husks, strays, bogged, parched, withers), illagers (pillager, vindicator, evoker, illusioner, vex, witches, ravagers), the creepers which to be honest I think they deserve a category on their own inside of hostile mobs, as well as phantoms. The creaking and warden get their own category as "biome specific mobs" and bosses.
This is also the case for nether mobs, in which we have striders, as a category of its own, ghasts (with normal and happy ghast), another category of its own, and blazes, also a category of its own. Then you have "the pig mobs": Hoglin, zombiefied hoglin, zombie pigmen, piglins and brutes.
Then you have humanoids, with villagers (normal and wandering trader), golems (iron, snow, copper).
Finally, the bosses (the previously mentioned creaking and warden, both in the same category as biome bosses. watchers would also be biome bosses), wither as a "nether" boss, the breeze as a "trails" boss, and the guardians (normal and elder) as "ocean" bosses. And the ender dragon, of course.
In my own head, from memories, noemata, and general knowledge from my source, watchers would be considered inside the "bosses" category if they existed in the game. Sometimes I've also talked about them as if they were demigods or generally above mortals. Demigod is not the word or category I would personally use for us, just to be clear. Because gods are a human concept. Watchers are not gods, the whole point of this classification is to give them a name.
As it stands, I think watchers would enter inside of the ender creatures category, and the boss category. But I don't think they would be hostile mobs, but neutral. Not passive, exactly, because watchers attack when provoked. So they would be like endermen, that they leave you alone as long as you don't look them in the eye. As long as you don't attack watchers, they won't attack the player.
Because they're humanoid, I'm guessing they wouldn't enter into the "animals" category in game. Maybe they're just "creatures", like wardens or creakers, and biome specific (deep end).
Aphantasia makes it really hard to remember visual details from my life as Dust. I don't remember, precisely, what my husband looked like (I could tell you, in great detail, what he looked like nonetheless, because I am a fictional character and so is he, from a source not my own making, but I cannot see it, cannot imagine it, and some of it is, truth be told, guesswork). There's no constant visual guide for what our ranch looked like, the patterns on our bedsheets, the exact placements of my best friend's body-markings. I can't remember what my steed looked like or how he looked when he galloped, couldn't tell you what a herd looked like from a distance, or up close.
But my hands have memory my eyes do not.
I don't remember, in detail, what my husband looked like. But I know exactly how it felt to run my hands through his short, soft hair - stroke my thumb across his cheek - the hard planes of his teeth, under my fingertips. I remember the sensation of fresh bedsheets in a bedroom with windows trapping the cold of night in glass panes, a cool defence against the blistering, rising sun. I remember the way that darkness felt, waking next to him.
I remember what it felt like, distinctly, to walk with hooves on tiled bathroom floors, slipping on porcelain on the bathtub, his skin slick with water. I remember the coarse wood of the kitchen table, before we replaced it. I remember the scent of changing seasons. Crisp. Full. Sweltering.
I remember the feel of my best friend's hair, too. Long, and thin, and fine. The callouses that grew on her hands that I didn't notice before they started itching, in a good way, when she held mine.
I remember my steed, his thick skin unmoving, his flank rising and falling beneath my palm, the dust and grime gathering in the creases and crevices of my skin. I don't remember, truly, what he looked like.
I remember what it felt like, to look at him. To have him look at me. I remember his powerful muscles rippling beneath me as we rode, the sensation of his mane, like seaweed, gathering around my hands - I remember the feel of wearing an ill-fitting hat, and a well-fitting hat, shifting with each bounce of his steps.
I remember the sound of a herd. The sensation of it. The welcome chaos, the way they would listen.
To make It Doesn't Matter easier to read on AO3, I've been working on converting the script into prose format!
(I've also been writing the two most recent zones, 14 and the still unfinished 15, in prose to begin with, to be switched over to script for animating or whatever you wanna call the thing I'm actually doing with this story at a later date. Like, bro. I've only finished doing the animation for Zone 1, we got a while afore I need the scripts for 14 and 15.)
Anyway! I just finished and posted the prose-ified version of zone 2 to AO3, and you can check it out here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Zone 1's had a prose version for about a month now, and again, I'm sloooooooooooooowly working through the rest to make them more legible, siiiiince the formatting as-is for the scripts on AO3 is so fuckin' busted and ugly looking.
I just wanna share this fuckin' story. It's just so damn important to me. It's my way of exploring/experienceing Home. Mobius. And being Me. Being Sonic. So it's made of my noemata, and my parallel life, and also just processing stuff. I want to share it, cuz I want to be seen, even though it's simultaneously scary as hell to be vulnerable.
I don’t really get much exomemories. Not from other lives at least. Depends on when and how you or I count lucid dream world, it’d be a toss up for me to call all of them exomemories, but I also wouldn’t say some of them aren’t. It gets fuzzy at time whether it truly is just made up chaos from mind, or if it has been a view into a different world. Sometimes they felt like that.
The dream I talked about last day has a bit of element of exomemories in there. How much? I do not know.
Other moments where I have exomemories are from vision. This was me doing a group guided mediation, and I sort of fell asleep, but then.
Thunder booming, flashing, the storm raging. The sky is dark, and the ocean is wailing. Peeking through the clouds, a sliver of form, a white dragon darting in and out of the storm clouds.
I don’t actually know if it was indeed my kardiatype, but there is a inkling of it being true, so I’d like to think so. And based on that, I do think they have a storm based power. Just like your typical generic east asian dragon. (You can see I have a lot of gripe of my kardiatype being seen as Haku)
You can say the rest of the thing I figured or theorized are based off of the exomemories, I would call some of them noemata, even if a bit wobbly. Because how am I sure my kardiatype was a prince of the ocean? To be honest, I’m not certain either. Sometimes there are just things we don’t or can’t know about our identitype, and that’s okay, their significance and for the identification ones, our self identifications, do not diminish just because we end up having created element within. After all, the phrase “to make memories” is not just a metaphor. You are “living, doing, creating, experiencing.”[1]
Talk about created memories vs exomemories. I also had a flash of vision with my hearttype that confused me to no end, because while it is a possible headcanon of mine, my mind was no where near thinking of a headcanon to even get there.
Laughter. A kid with bright blond hair running towards a village, a house. A pair of eldery couple came out to greet the young child.
I know that’s not Konoha. And I know that kid is me/not-me/Naruto.
It’s really interesting how I can remember it so clearly, compare to my dream memories that are faded at the edge, blurry. I think that’s why I see that as a exomemories. There’s too much other sensation, the sight clear, the sound loud, and maybe scent? You also see I had momentary confusion between the self pronoun there. That was the spark for me to ponder if it may be a kardiatype that was later disregarded, as while important to me, my Naruto hearttype wasn’t a foundational building block of who I am. I also don’t know if Kurama was with that Naruto. But here is where noemata comes in.
I have a lot, and a lot of noemata. Things I just know in my gut. Maybe for my fictomere they are influenced by the source material as well as fandom interpretation. But still. Headcanon and imagined story in my head had this ethereal feeling, like they are not all there, much more pliable, but also more distant from me.
My Naruto hearttype has a Kurama with him. And has a far strong tie to Uzushio. I don’t know if Uzushio was around, maybe that’s why that little bit of exomemory, that Naruto wasn’t in any place recognizable. It look like a random village, all wood hut. Maybe those are Uzushio people.
I think that is true.
A lot of the times, noemata just pops out of nowhere. Or sometimes, I ask questions, and something within me will answer. And I will know. It is why when I assist others in self discovery, I will ask questions, and the “no”’s and “maybe”’s are just as valuable as “yes”’s.
Sometimes you don’t even have to ask questions, something external will trigger and you had that lightbulb turning on moment. Like how I realized that three-tailed kitsune is specific is my Naruto hearttype’s paratype, and how my Aurelion Sol is the 5th concept version that people dub the “unbounded” form. Or that my kardiatype’s guarded village was one that was in ancient Japan, not one of the well known period people likes to talk about.
My own style of self discovery is very lax, “follow the flow” style, however. I got a lot of noemata jumpscare this way.
Like how out of the thousands of pokemon, it was Mew that resonated with me and become a archetrope, instead of say, dragonite or ditto.
Like I somehow figured out I’m not neccessary flying so much that I’m floating. Like how Mew does. Or that I don’t breath any elemental attack. Or the various detail discovery with each and every one of my forms, how the aquatic form have far more different physics than many of my other forms (shark head, sonar receptive ears, quill feather on back though that’s more from phantom shift than pure noemata, turtle flipper though that’s more a empathy moment from playing Ark Survive Evolved and seeing how the magmasaur’s hind leg moves), how I’m just certain that the dream dragon kintype is a present thing, current life thing.
It gets harder and harder to tell if some noemata are purely random, or maybe born from the churning of internal contemplation that always accompanied the discussion on alterhumanity within the community. Like when I figure that I do not eat physical substance, or how I know I as a dragon is a spirit, sort of like youkai and kami, sort of a energy being, sort of a pokemon like creature, a rpg monster.
Regardless of exomemories, noemata that are from random chances or from deliberately triggered knowledge, or created memories or personal “canon”, these are all the breadcrumbs of one’s alterhumanity, all important, all precious.
