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

Tbh lugia is goals as a fellow trans silver sea dragon

apparently lugia was created specifically for the second pokemon movie?? like the creator was surprised to see it in the games??

Unhinged 30 Days of Otherkin Challenge: DAYS 4-5

DAY 4: if your kintype suddenly opened their eyes, what would they be looking at?

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.

DAY 5: do you like sticks

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 )

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)

Unhinged 30 Days of Otherkin Challenge: DAY 8

DAY 8: sleepy or awakey?

curls up on treasure hoard pile to take the biggest freaking nap that anyone has napped in their entire life

Unhinged 30 Days of Otherkin Challenge: DAY 12

DAY 12: what website is your kintype most like?

netflix cuz I'm chill get it its cuz im an ice dragon and netflix and chill

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.

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.

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

Unhinged 30 Days of Otherkin Challenge: DAY 9

DAY 9: are you smaller or larger than a breadbox?

Breadboxes tremble in fear before my mighty stature. I look down upon them with disgust. The notion that I could ever be contained within the meager bounds of a vessel for moldy wheat simply REPELS me.