So you're just sitting in front of your computer, doomscrolling to distract yourself from the nonsense dysphoria telling you you're supposed to be a dragon. Suddenly, you hear it: someone knocking at your door, very, very insistently. You freeze at this, immediately considering just ignoring them instead of having to deal with whoever- but then you hear a loud clickety-clack, and the sound of your front door slamming against the wall. Panic grips you as you hear loud thuds and something skittering on the wooden floor, and you lock your wide eyes with the dragoness. She looks harried and like she hasn't slept for the week. Because she hasn't, she's an empath. One you've driven up the wall without meaning to because she's only supposed to sense other dragons' emotions, and none are known to live in your neighborhood. So she had to follow where the radiation of misery was the strongest. That led to you.
The dragoness somehow conveys all this with just a glance as she walks up to you, and takes out some metal bits to weave an enchantment into. This she throws over to you, and you reflexively catch it-
only for a wave of relief course over to you. You suddenly feel them very vividly- the weight of horns on your head, the wings on your back stretching out cramps you didn't know you had, the cold floor your tail is laying on. Even the sensation of your clothes against your scales. For the first time, you stop feeling almost crippled.
The dragoness' posture slumps at the same time with yours. She slurs out a quick explanation that it's an enchantment that creates a sensory illusion of what you're supposed to be, as she doesn't have the gear for a transformation ritual at the moment. Then takes a few wobbly steps towards your bed to pass out on it.
You sit there, still processing the emotional whiplash and euphoric from affirmation through the guilt you caused the dragoness, and wonder if it would be too much of an ask to edit the illusion to make you a girl dragon when she wakes up.
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Cold! As an aquatic ice dragon, that's literally my habitat! Either oceans or lakes.
It's honestly a tie! I love frosty cold water in rivers, but at the same time I adore the heat of a hot springs..
..Though, oceans are not quite something I enjoy. The massive expanse of water unsettles me a bit.
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tragic! trans person no longer merely tolerating the act of existing just now realising their entire wardrobe is ass
My name is Ninian
Today I feel like a broken mirror, reflecting the moonlight
Sometimes I am a monster whose claws tear all they touch
And sometimes I am a place to lay down your head and rest
But always I am trying my best
I ask the world, "Who am I, really?"
And the answer is a broken mirror, reflecting the moonlight
i came across this post which is about a poetry template made for kids to get creative with words. its a cool poem, and altho it was obviously made for little kids i think a lot of alterhumans could also have fun with it! heres my entry, feel free to write your own in the reblogs or in a separate post ^^
My name is Talon
Today I feel like a swirling void floating aimlessly
Sometimes I am an inhuman creature whose shape is not its own
And sometimes I am a gentle beast that closes its eyes and stretches its wings under the warm sun
But always I am me.
I ask the world, βDoes anything matter?β
And the answer is
a swirling void floating aimlessly.
I don't fully understand what this is asking... But I'd probably see the inside of my den. I'd imagine I'd have a big snowy cave full of treasure, gleaming in the light from the cave entrance... Or I'd see the icicles hanging from the ceiling above me.
I'm neutral on sticks, honestly. This question was written by a dog wasn't it >:P (no hate to dogs ur all beautiful <3 )
And scales, why I so smooth ;-;
My tail is not there. why is that ;w;
Wake up. Stretch ur wings and spine. Curl into your hoard pile and make loud growly yawning noises. Stay up for hours with your humans and then go back to sleep. Dragon life as of late. I feel good about myself.
Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends
Had a bit of kin euphoria yesterday, and it was about something that I don't think most people would think is related to otherkin stuff.
Contextβ for the past few months, I've been running. One mile a day, four days per week. It started off being fucking painful and draining and awful. Took around 17 minutes to run a mile at first. I have since shaved that time down to running the mile in 11 minutes, 32 seconds. I'm proud of that.
The reason I'm working out at all is because I'm a dragon. I have always believed that the body I'm in is weak and frail, especially compared to the strength I could have as a full dragon. So in order to reclaim some of that Draconic strength... I'm going to train my body and get it to some level of actual fitness. Not feeling frail would do more to ease my species dysphoria than anything else.
And that's what happened yesterday. All of my training has been done on a treadmill, indoors (I don't get out much. I'm one of those dragons that stays in her cave every day). Yesterday was one of the first times I ran outside WITHOUT a treadmill... So I actually had a frame of reference for how fast I was running and how my body felt doing it.
It felt like I was stepping on clouds. My body felt so LIGHT. It felt easy to move. After so many years of having weak legs, and growing up being unable to run at any speed faster than a jog, I finally felt like that issue was behind me. I've gained strength. My claws aren't digging into the earth beneath my feet as I run, and I'm not feeling the wind beneath my wings. But I feel more like a dragon now than I ever have.
#for me it's flyin planes in kerbal space program
Jet games are important enrichment for dragons.