"The Dreaming Void" Is Too Raw A Title For The Shitty White Boy Power Fantasy Book It Belongs To So It's

the masculine urge to build wings for myself to wear

I need to stretsh my wings fuck my back hurts so bad.

I feal like I could aliviate at least 60% of my pain by just ACTUALY STRETSHING MY WINGS BUT WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!?

If i had wings i would WRAP THEM around my FRIENDS. REAL TIGHT btw.

Something that might not be expected of my kintype is that it’s extremely protective. An unnervingly tall silhouette, featureless except for hundreds of eyes, and large, white, feathery wings.

I may tower over you, but these wings are for wrapping you up to comfort you. These eyes are for watching for anything that could threaten you.

My kintype would live in a forest, misty and dark. I would protect the animals living there, and make sure any humans who venture into the forest intending to harm it would be too afraid to return.

But if you are kind to the forest I will be kind to you. I will protect you in the same way I protect the forest’s animals, and those who hurt you will never be able to again.

Curl up on the moss, I’ll fly up to a tall tree and watch for danger.

You’re safe here.

"what kind of monster/creature are you?" fuck around and find out

I don't think I'm meant to be up there....

Sometimes I just wish someone would play with my wings. Run their hands through my feathers and snuggle up all warm underneath them.

Born in the stars. Born with stars in our veins. Born of love and light from dark empty space

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Taking the time to make a little nestling space for yourself.

The urge to curl up in blankets and relax on the warm moss-filled floor of a twiggy, dimly lit nest corner and recede into the feathers of your wings.

Imagining yourself soaring out over the tops of mountainscapes and lakes. Brushing your fingers along the grass or water surface.

Taking time out of your day to indulge in your own self-image. Your true image.

gender envy……..