Honestly, fucking amazing right now. Today was great. I ran until my lungs nearly gave out, and caught my second wind. I think this is what they call a runner's high? I could literally feel the wind under my wings. Gliding across my scales. It was breathtaking.
ok this wasnt very unhinged but im happy rn ok
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.
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 )
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.
#something something on the Internet nobody knows you're a dragon
the beauty of online anonymity in the alterhuman community is that i don't know what any of you look like irl, so when i read your posts and picture you speaking them aloud, i imagine that a wolf, or a crow, or a dragon, or whatever creature you may be, is the one speaking
I would use it to doomscroll tumblr to find cute dragon art to like, apparently. But it'd also be really useful to have a phone with google maps open while I'm flying around so I know where I'm headed. And imagine the photos I could take with it up there!
aimlessly looking for dragonkin stuff makes me upset. Some people only thought of the most typical of it all don’t yall???
(so mad I would breath fire EXCEPT I DO NOT! Not every dragon have breath weapon! Not every dragon are of fire element! Not every dragon are scaley spikey membranous winged lizard! Not every dragon hoards or are into crystal, gold, and what have you!!!!)
netflix cuz I'm chill get it its cuz im an ice dragon and netflix and chill
Sorry about the rant I'm just SO sick of this "we have to be on all the time never look away if you aren't upset about politics and traumatizing yourself watching people die on Twitter you're wrong and complicit and evil" like I know things are fucked and we need to stay angry but we can do that while also taking a minute to crack open a cold one with the boys or have gay sex or get tipsy at the line dance, we HAVE to have joy to remember why the fuck we're refusing to give up in the first place. Fight like hell for your loved ones and then also go home with them to smoke weed and drink sweet tea and make biscuits covered in honey and butter please, please don't deprive yourself of joy, you're allowed to be happy BEFORE the work is done. You're allowed to be happy.