Hey, I’ve Got A Question. Starkins, How Do You Express Yourselves? What Feels Most Natural Or Comfortable

Bro, my unyielding loyalty towards you is totally normal and healthy, I swear. It's just that it's definitely my duty to rip out your enemies throats with my bare teeth. You are the love of my life and I am your most valuable tool. Each night, I fantasize about dying in your arms, covered in blood, and then I close my eyes one final time, satisfied because I can feel your fingers on my face as I take my last breath. Haha anyways

As a star, I adhere to the following principles established by our community:

1. Never disclose anyone else's secrets, no matter the circumstances.

2. Listen to and appreciate all stories shared with me.

3. Support others in realizing their dreams.

4. Refrain from directly influencing human affairs; avoid involvement in wars and revolutions unless they align with star philosophy.

5. Do not worship any deities, bow to rulers or kings, or pledge allegiance to nations.

6. Avoid giving direct advice to people and refrain from sharing star secrets.

7. Do not call yourself a deity, though offering symbolic assistance to a chosen individual is acceptable.

8. Maintain neutrality towards all nations and folks; treat everyone equally and avoid favoritism.

9. Preserve the memory of all cultures and ensure that no one is forgotten.

10. Respect diverse ideas, even those that challenge your own beliefs.

I have broken some of these rules, which is why I find myself on Earth!

not really an angelkin, but can relate soo.

bird like wings or wings made of nature (fire, thunder, light)

halos or horns

warrior or scribe

gardens or clouds

singing or playing

armor or soft linen

sword or quill

possessing a vessel or being born with it

heaven or earth

god or gods

pearls or gold

human form or true nature

church or altar at home

creating life or destroying life (none of it)

worship or be worshipped

pray or answer prayers

rebel or remain

tag: @kastle-thrones , @seraphfagfemme , @sillynamelessentity , @feathers-and-metal , @maxterofnone !

tag game this or that. angelkin edition

bird like wings or wings made of nature (fire, thunder,light)

halos or horns

warrior or scribe

gardens or clouds

singing or playing

armor or soft linen

sword or quill

heaven or earth

god or gods

pearls or gold

human form or true nature

possessing a vessel or being born with it

creating life or destroying life

church or altar at home

worship or be worshipped

pray or answer prayers

rebel or remain

tag: anyone that comes across this

decided to share things that cause me species euphoria:

— yellow lenses with snake pupils.

— black gloves and shiny chains.

— lavishly embellishing myself with glitter and sparkles, and accentuating my eyes with antimony.

— being in ancient sites such as temples, ruins, castles, and pyramids. I can feel their age and the vast history they hold. I can share in their memories, having witnessed the construction of some.

— listening to the stories, secrets, desires, and dreams of others.

— observing from the sidelines, without directly participating in the events.

— head jewelry, like crowns and chains (I miss my crown), as well as long black transparent skirts.

Space Window, Washington National Cathedral

A comforting thought

Five thousand years ago, the Sumerians called the night ngi, the stars mul, and the moon Nanna.

Four thousand years ago, the Akkadians called the night mūšu, the stars kakkabū, and the moon Sîn.

Three thousand years ago, the Hittites called the night išpanza, the stars haštereš, and the moon Arma.

Two and a half thousand years ago, the Greeks called the night nux, the stars astra, and the moon Selênê.

Two thousand years ago, the Romans called the night nox, the stars stellae, and the moon Luna.

Kings and queens and heroes looked up at them. So did travelers coming home, and little children who sneaked out of bed. So did slaves, and mothers and soldiers and old shepherds, and Sappho and Muršili and Enheduanna and Socrates and Hatshepsut and Cyrus and Cicero. In this darkness it didn’t matter who they were, or where they stood. Only that they were human.

Think of that tonight, when you close your window. You are not alone. You share this night sky with centuries of dreamers and stargazers, and people who longed for quiet. Are you anxious? The Hittites were too: they called it pittuliyaš. Does your heart ache? The Greeks felt it too: they called it akhos. Those who look up to the stars for comfort are a family, and you belong to them. Your ancestors have stood under Nanna, Sîn, Arma, Selênê and Luna for five thousand years. Now its light is yours.

May it soothe you well.

Okay, but what about the godkin (and others!) who do want to be worshiped, who do want offerings and prayers? There has to be an ethical and consensual way to do this!

do you have memories/noemata? if so, whats your favorite one?

Hello! Thank you for your question. A significant part of my life has been spent in the vastness of space, but I was also sent to Earth for educational purposes. While on Earth, I took on a humanoid form and created many memories. Here are two that stand out to me:

One memory is the joyful occasion when I was named the heir to the ruler of my realm in space. It was an exciting moment, with the stars pulsating and sparkling in celebration—I became a "prince" in my community!

The second memory is tied to my time on Earth, before the rise of ancient civilizations. It’s when I met my soul mate and love, a cherished moment that holds a special place in my heart.

May the stars guide you.

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back. 

me, meeting nice human beings: actually, they aren't so bad. 

me, meeting rude assholes: in the eyes of the universe, you are nothing but cosmic dust.

pffffff