When The Vocal Stim Turns Out To Be Kin Vocals And The Imposter Syndrome Voices Gets That Little Bit

Sitting here, bobbing my leg up and down and suddenly it felt like my leg was like that of a Wyvern, specifically wyvern not just a dragon, digitigrade with long sharp talons. Just like the last one, but unlike the last digitigrade shift it made sense.

As far as I'm aware birds can only curl their talons in if they pull their leg up (resting on a branch for example) and cannot relax it until they straighten their leg out again, but I was able to curl my talons in and out last time without moving my legs.

I'm finding out a lot today and idk how to feel abt it-

If you’re still doing the animal sketches, and feel like making some of them, then perhaps you could make me some? Ive listed the strongest mains that I have

My strongest kin list

-Caraxes from HotD

-Balerion from HotD

-Drogon from GoT

I couldn't find any good Balerion photos so 2 Caraxes for u :D

TW Skin picking / Dermatillomania

I feel like I'm preening my feathers when I pick my skin

I love and hate it at the same time </3

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Tags: @dracosleftarsecheek @yourlocalbadgerscales @forensic-b1tch-aiden @names-confuse-me @agathokakolog1cal @yourlocalxiaosimp and open tags! <33 have fun

How dare you make me smile on public transport /silly

@untamedcrusader is beautiful like a sunken shipwreck

@theriankelp is beautiful like a cup of hot cocoa

@flinnirthefruityfiend is amazing like a sunset on the beach

@feathersamongthestars is beautiful like prehistoric earth

@erikaskblog is beautiful like a classical opera

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I played from essentially beta release until the first LSS event cuz my roblox acc bugged out

By the time it got fixed and I came way too much stuff had been and was being added so I gave up.. but I very much miss playing legacy T^T

Whats your fav creature? :>

You're pfp is a Sang Toare.. 👀

CoS fan question mark 0^0

- An Ex CoS player who might return :33

yeah I haven't played it in a while because I keep dying on the same creature but I do like the game

I am the wind.

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Reminder to REBLOG THINGS. DON'T JUST LIKE. REBLOG. This is tumblr. Reblog what you see. What you would normally like, you reblog it. This is how this site works.

I'm getting tired of seeing that a post has ten likes for every reglog or something. Yeah, I may have 200 notes, but if 150 are likes that doesn't do anything to me. Likes don't do ANYTHING in tumblr. This isn't instagram. If you're worried that it may be seen in your blog, just bury it under 100 memes or something

REBLOG DON'T LIKE

Haha.. ha hahhah

While I may see other owls as my siblings.

This..

This, is me.

Not entirely sure abt this but I'm putting this out here anyways, may change in the future lol I see myself as a hybrid of sorts, part owl, part human, my 'soul' a combination of both. I have large-ish wings, a fantasy-like tail and digitigrade legs.

I've had dream shifts where I've had wings, I've tried to fly but something has held me down, but never ones where I've fully been a owl, never truly been free.

But I look at owls and see my siblings, my family. I look at other big birds like sulphur-crested cockatoos and hawk eagles and I see my cousins. All other birds are my friends or other distant relatives.

I am not a human or an owl.

I am a human and an owl.

The running person in the car window thingy but my kin and theres sad lore.

Little baby wyvern is trying to get me out of the big scary car, hes following, diving under signs and weaving around cars, flying faster than he should for his age, any time we stop moving he moves up to the door and looks at me with such sadness, trying to figure out how to get me out, the car accelerates and breaks way to quickly and he pushes himself just for a chance to help me. His muffled chitters, widened eyes and pleading cries as he darts around outside the window.

When I finally get out, he just looks so happy, he jumps up on my shoulder, curling around my neck and quietly chirps in my ear about how worried he was. Spending the rest of his time either sitting on my desk, resting in my lap, curled around my shoulders, or standing just behind me, he follows me everywhere I go. There is nowhere I am that he is not.

I think his name is Oreo.