Unhinged 30 Days Of Otherkin Challenge: DAY 14

If you reblog this, in the next 30 seconds you will become a dragon.

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.

Context— 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.

Cold! As an aquatic ice dragon, that's literally my habitat! Either oceans or lakes.

Unhinged 30 Days of Otherkin Day 2: warm or cold ocean water?

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.

#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

Well shit I guess I'm transpecies, by this definition. Like, the whole idea of pursuing different life paths that line up with your species. I'd like to actually get in shape so I can at least have some semblance of the strength I'd have as a dragon. Can't exactly teach yourself to blast gigantic beams of ice from your throat but. You can learn to build muscle.

I dunno if id do bio-hacking but some scale tattoos would be nice

Also I'm letting my nails grow out so I have dragon claws muahaha I am a danger to society >:D

Re- your question about trans-species.

I obviously can't make a lot of physical changes as I would like to, and I think people get hung up on "surgery" when there isn't much that can currently be done. for me, being trans-species is more about making paradigm changes and pursuing certain life paths/not hiding aspects of non humanity. I'm an alien and basically I'd say my "transition" was about recognizing that aspects of my life are so terribly distressing to me because I'm just not human and then making a choice to change those things to suit being an alien. It felt like getting more serious about actually accommodating being non human.

An example- I don't have a normal circadian rhythm anymore, I hacked it over time by not forcing myself to stay in bed when I inevitably wake at 3 am. I support this with naps when I need them but my kin dysphoria lessened when I saw aspects of human living as societally constructed. It's controversial, which is why I'm on anon, but trans-species can mean a lot of things, but it for me is about making the choice to allow aspects of your kin self to be more physical or be more visible. be that body mods or some other kind of bio hacking.

Some of this, yes, is not good for the body. Like toe-walking for the feeling of digi legs for example. I make sure to stretch after spending time doing something like that. It's all a risk assessment kind of thing.

It's just people think it's about physical ears and tails but it can be about lots of aspects of one's lifestyle.

this answer was actually so fucking perfect, thank you so much, im so sorry it took me so long to respond, i had no idea what to say

i had been ever so slightly questioning if i was perhaps trans-species when id posted my question, thanks to all the answers i got ive come to the conclusion that im not as i dont have the desire to transition into my species. i already am my species :)

thank you, my fantastic alien anon, and thank you to everyone else who responded to my post for all your great answers, and please, by all means, keep sending me stuff!! i wanna learn about yall, ur so cool :)))

The strong desire to fly above the trees in the middle of the night, wind stirring the thick fur that keeps me warm. A gap parting the trees for a river flowing away from a basin at the foot of a waterfall. Thirsty, I dive down, and before I hit water, I transform from a winged wolf into a water dragon. From beneath the water I swim to the waterfall and surface. I relish the way the water falls onto my scales. The underwater currents swirling around my body. The water from the waterfall is cool, crisp, and tastes so refreshing, befitting the thirst of a creature as majestic as I.

So I tilt my head up to drink from the falls, open my mouth, and GAWSGAHRWGLRASGH that yummy wator.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A DRAGON

Barrenguider....? Like. I guide people through the barrens??? Does Nightwing-Me live in the desert?

You will be randomly assigned a NightWing name. Spin this wheel for your prefix (first part of your name) and then spin this wheel for your suffix (second part of your name).

(I got the name Marveladvisor... It's tolerable)

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.