For My Warmup Today I Decided To Make This Lmao I Get Real Tired Of Seeing Some Really Bad Takes About

I've only described such a feeling way too many times already. Definitely!!

Does it ever feel like the animal you are is trying to get free and claw its way out of the human skin it is forced to be stuck in?

need

The idea of dragons in modern times is so fun because imagine a hot summer day on your vacay and go to use the hotel pool and staff is like "valued guests we regret to inform you that the pool area is out of service at the moment, we apologize for the inconvenience"

And people like "wtf why" looking out their hotel room window and there's this. This dragon just curled up in the pool chilling, literally, cooling itself down

Some of the staff are trying to gently shoo him away and the dragon does a soft little "rrrrrr" like a grumpy cat and a warning puff of smoke and they're like "fuck it i don't get paid nearly enough for this" and no ones using the pool today sorry!

Fish-rice integration is exciting. You harvest both fishes and rice on the same land. Do you like it?

Im havin such a hard time makin Therian & Otherkin friends, i have no idea who’s ok with messaging & inbox rambles & who isn’t!

So if you’re a Therian or Otherkin & you’re ok with critters invading your inbox and/or DMing you, reblog this post or drop a comment!

cranky because you can’t sleep with your tail curled around your body aren’t you

absolutely me as well (though maybe I'm a little bigger) oh gosh

obscure nonhuman culture is every dragonkin talking about being big but this is me

Dude. I’m doggy sized.

(Art by me :3)

Obscure nonhuman culture is

*holds you in my mouth perfectly safe between my sharp teeth bc i love you*

Therianthropy is really a unique type of existential and body horror quite honestly.

Perpetually stuck longing for experiences and abilities your body is physically incapable of providing you, fighting against a form that feels utterly foreign and disfigured compared to how your mind attempts to interpret it. An animal shoved inside a vessel and society it was never meant to even have knowledge of, with no obtainable means of escape.

The horror of always appearing to those around you as something almost alien to yourself, of your own tendons and bones barring you from grasps at freedom, of being something you are not.

shh, little thing. how long have you been pretending to be human?

stop that. the beast inside you is cooped up and wants out. don’t deny what you are. we both know it even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself yet.

i can tell. i can see how you look at your hands and flex your fingers, and how you walk around on your toes with your legs close together so your hips sway like they would if you had a tail. i know those feelings - the crushing feeling that something just isn’t there. i felt that too once.

stop hiding from it. embrace it. you were made to spit fire and smoke and rip your enemies in half. creatures like us were never meant for office work or traffic jams or taxes. give in to the dragon inside you. let it out.

build a nest. drop to all fours. sharpen your claws. tear apart the knights who come to slay you in your teeth. shed your soft, delicate human skin in exchange for sleek, glossy scales too strong to be sliced by any blade. feel your back split open as your bones move and your folded wing-limbs emerge and breathe for the first time.

unfurl your wings and feel the sun on them.

fly.