Orcas

I want to fly. I want to stretch my wings and glide over treetops and through mountain ranges. I want to be in the sky. I want to be able to see everything on the land. To dive and swoop, to have fun. I want to feel the wind. Yet I am cursed to stay on the ground. Limited to climbing to get up to high places. Unable to really do what I want.

made this for oomf but you can have it too. a little breakdown of my process with bird wings if anyone finds it useful

orcas

Circling Orcas by Jim Chou

Salmon Hat Party, watercolor on paper inspired by this phenomenon | prints

Orcas are the largest of the dolphins and one of the world's most powerful predators. They're immediately recognizable by their distinctive black-and-white coloring. Smart and social, orcas make a wide variety of communicative sounds, and each pod has distinctive noises that its members will recognize even at a distance. They use echolocation to communicate and hunt, making sounds that travel underwater until they encounter objects, then bounce back, revealing their location, size, and shape.

cetacean piece I did a bit ago aahhh haven’t posted on here in ages

Every once in a while, I have this fantasy where suddenly, magically, every single person in the world is made into their exact, idealized form.

For the majority of people, itd be small changes. Maybe thinner, maybe larger, taller, shorter, curvier, ect.

For some folks, it'd be as simple as an instant gender change.

But then, for probably a larger group than you'd expect, things would get wild. There would be giants and tinies, anthro animal folk, kaiju, slimes, robots, plushes, mythical creatures, ect.

And I specifically think about that point, where everyone in the world realizes that they're seeing each other's "true" forms, no matter how strange or subtle. And I think about the understanding between everyone, where they'd know that even if you've become a completely different creature, you're happy. And it's you.

I'd like to think that everyone would respect each other's new forms. That feels hopeful, but I'd want it to be true.

Then I imagine the feeling of being myself. A short, roundish, fluffy pigeon. I can probably still talk, but making coos is much more comfortable. Maybe I still have hands at the ends of my wings, maybe i use my feet for things.

But people would look at me, and no matter how strange i seem, they'd know it was truly, actually me.

swimming faster than other people in the pool gives me euphoria and it’s kinda stupid cause I’m not even that fast but also. It feels good. I love swimming, i love being an orca, this is so fun :3

((until dysphoria but I’ll just enjoy the time without it))

no wings, no claws, no feathers, legs the wrong shape, too big, too small, no fins, can’t hold my breath, no whiskers, body too stiff, no tail, no fangs, no cat ears, no fur, can’t even sleep on my stomach cause my ribs fucking hurt