Your gateway to endless inspiration
Dragonposting - Blog Posts
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.
Technically a lot of lizards have a "3rd eye", a patch of photosensitive cells on the top of their head that's used for regulating a reptile's circadian rhythm and pineal gland functions. They can't "see" out of it, only detect light. It's really fascinating stuff!
Not too big of a stretch a dragon would have one too. I'm pretty sure I'd have one in dragon form. Perhaps yours is just further developed than a regular reptile's!
Any other dergs got an odd number of eyes? I have three
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??
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 :)))
That casual moment of realizing youโre an otherkin and the kintypes have weird overlaps and/or conflicting feelings.
Enderman kin - supposed to hate water
Seafolk kin - I love water
Dragon kin - I want to be in the sky not water
It kills me-
This realization of my kintypes explains a lot:
Endfolk kin:
Hate eye contact, love purple and darkness, Iโm tall and lanky already but feel like I need to be TALLER ๐น
I like picking things up like an Endfolk too :}
Seafolk kin:
I specifically feel like a leviathan sea folk, Iโm a 50 foot long, glowing scales, head fins, large clawed, lots of frills and fins, CHARCOAL SKINNED BEAST, yet a gentle giant!!!
With dragon kin, I kinda already knew (I have a dragon sona)
Green scales, 3 pairs of horns, dark green & purple webbing for my wings, larger than most dragons, tall and imposing yet also lean and long.
I want to fly, I want to swim, I want to blip through the fabric of reality and leave purple sparkles in my wake.
And all this is also paired with already being a magical and supernatural and mundane entity thatโs SOMEHOW BECOME AN ELDRITCH DEITY AND I ACCIDENTALLY IMMORTALIZED MYSELF WITH SHEER SPITE WHEN I WAS 9
*Insert Sad Eldritch blob here*
Gndzgbdfhvdf (ยดยฐฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅฯยฐฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅฬฅ๏ฝ)
Emojis to try and describe myself:
Endfolk: โจ๐๐ค๐๏ธโ๐จ๏ธ๐ชป๐โฎ๏ธ๐ฎ๐ชฌ๐พ๐ฆโโฌ๐โโฌ๐ฌ๐ช๐๐งฌ
Dragon: ๐ฟ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ฆ๐๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐
Leviathan Seafolk: ๐๐๐ฆ๐ค๐๐๐ฉป๐ฎ๐๐ช๏ธ๐ชท๐ชธ๐ฆ๐ชผ๐๐ฆญ
Eldritch Deity: ๐๐โ๏ธ๐๏ธโ๐จ๏ธ๐ธ๏ธ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ชฌ๐ฎ๐งฌ๐๐๐