It's Winter Time, You Know What That Means! * Gets All Comfy And Cozy In My Wings *

"The Dreaming Void" is too raw a title for the shitty white boy power fantasy book it belongs to so it's mine now

otherkin moodboard

hehehe trying something new out and REALLY like it

Happy pride from an aroace tumblr dragon!

can I get an "ooh... yeah..." from my fellow phantom winged folk who have back problems from carrying them around

*wraps you in hug and wings around you*

Reblog to hug your moots or the previous like this 🪽✨

could I request a moobloom minecraft moodboard? cottagecore theme pls!

Moobloom with themes of cottage core for anon!

I’ve been thinking about what flight must feel like

Do you think captive hatched birds fear the open sky?

Do they have a concept of being lost, of straying too far from home and not knowing how to get back?

The inside of a house to them is like a home city to us, compared to the vastness of the entire planet.

To fly must also be to fear. Fear of falling, of bad weather, of collisions, of becoming lost.

Moving so quickly, so high in the air, held aloft by only your wings. Knowing hundreds of meters of air stretch between yourself and the earth’s surface.

I recall one time I swam in a lake, keeping myself a few feet above the ground through buoyancy and the movement of my forelimbs, somewhat like flight. Tired, I reached down with my feet to touch the ground, stand up and rest. I found nothing but cold empty water below me. I had unknowingly swum out past the 5ft mark.

The water couldn’t have been more than 7ft deep but it felt like an ocean for that moment. Like an open sky. Like a bird so far out with nowhere to land.

If I could fly in my human body, I would keep to a few meters above the treetops and power lines to get to work, home or the woods. I wouldn’t stray far from civilization, always keeping roads in sight and a phone or gps on hand.

The world seems so large when you can move that high and fast.

I would still love to fly if I could. Soaring over grassy fields and waterlogged marshes, over sprawling cities with a destination in mind. Seeing the glory of the world from above.

I haven't been sleeping great lately and then today i went ham cleaning and remaking my nest

Thought to myself "huh weird, wonder whats up.." and then i remembered

spring... nesting season.....

Who am I but a Stranger to this world ?

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