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childhood emotion of wanting a dragon that is your friend so bad that it feels like there is a vacuum in your soul that only a dragon who is your friend can fill
childhood emotion of waking up from a dream where you can fly and experiencing an ache in your soul bc you have had a taste of the impossible and know your mortal body traps you on the earth and feel like you’ve lost something
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Bad Dream
I awoke with a start, head darting around frantically to take in my surroundings. My heartbeat began to calm as I was reassured by the familiar cave walls of my lair alongside the heavy breathing of my mate beside me. I laid my head down gently, glad that it was just a bad dream. That I was still here and not... back there again.
Tried as I might I couldn't fall back asleep as my mind couldn't shake the images of that nightmare. Restlessness took hold and I carefully got out of the nest, being sure not to disturb my partner's rest. Nor did I want to wake our precious hatchlings, adorably snuggled together as their minds floated in dreamland. A soft rumble escaped my throat and I smiled at them before leaving the nesting chamber, padding on all fours to the mouth of our cave, sitting on my haunches as I looked up at the stars above.
"Rrrm... mommy?"
I turned around to see that I had disturbed one of my little ones after all.
"Did I wake you? I am sorry, my little sunbeam." I craned my neck down and rubbed my snout gently against hers, crooning to her softly.
"You didn wake me, mommy. I... I had a bad dweam." Her fins were drooping as she sniffled a little.
With a wing I brought her closer to my side for comfort. "Why don't you tell me what happened in this dream and we can talk about it. Talking about it can help remind us that such dreams are just images our mind creates and nothing more."
"Well..." she sniffled a lil while leaning against me, "I dweamt that I lost my wings. And then you, daddy, bwudda and sista flew away without me." A little tear dripped down her cheek.
"My dear little one, we would never abandon you." I licked her cheek clean and nuzzled her lovingly. "Even if you lost your wings we would always be here for you."
"But they can fly and I can't!" She shouted. I gently put a claw to my muzzle to warn her not to wake her siblings.
"I should have known the lessons yesterday troubled you. But do not fret. Your siblings can only glide as you three are yet too little to fly. You still have plenty of time to learn. And I promise you that when you are older your wings will make you look majestic when you take to the sky."
My words seemed to comfort her as she looked up at me with a little smile.
"Mommy... did you have a bad dweam too?"
I looked away from her for a moment, working to figure out a way to explain things so she could understand but also keep certain truths hidden. She didn't need to know of my past.
"Yes, mommy had a bad dream. In it I had no wings either. Trapped in a weaker body. And you were no longer there. So I was stuck longing for something that was no longer real...."
I didn't notice I was trembling until I felt my daughter gently rub against my foreleg.
"But I am hewe, mommy. And this is weal so you don't have to be sad."
A smile returned to my snout. My little one could not understand how happy her words were making me for she did not know that once upon a time that the dream was real and this felt like it would only ever be a fantasy. I chirred and pressed my forehead against hers, receiving a happy chirp in kind.
"I think it is time we both returned to the nest. All dragons need a good night sleep."
She nodded and yawned cutely, following me back to the nesting chamber where she once again snuggled with her siblings to sleep. And where I rejoined my mate, snuggling close to him.
We both had better dreams later that night.
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it's hard to say what got you into dragonry. you were bedrotting, and then suddenly you got a whole string of videos about it, and for some reason thought it was cool and you could do it. all things told, you acted rather impulsively about it and went to a shelter and picked out a dragon that night
the next morning, you had almost forgotten about it. you didn't really have any plans except just to bedrot again. how long had you been in this funk for- it's tuesday, so this is almost 3 weeks? you don't even have a reason. everything just sucks
your plans to "everything just sucks" were cut short pretty abruptly when the dragon you suddenly remembered you adopted started nipping at you until you got up. god her teeth are sharp. suddenly, you're dreading this. what are you doing? you can't take care of a dragon, you can't even take care of yourself.
whatever. you've made a commitment. you should try to honor it for at least a little while and if it doesn't work out for you, whatever, you can return her. so you sit down at your computer and you start reading articles and papers about dragons, and she curls up at your feet for hours while you research
after persistent googling, you're pretty sure she's a mixed breed containing mostly Northern Diver, a ground hunting and fishing breed originating from New England. she's got the indigo-and-white coloration, but the horns aren't right and her talons are a bit too big, so whatever she's crossed with is probably also a hunting breed. apparently, Divers are known for being intelligent, easy to train, and affectionate, while having relatively high drives. you look down at her, half-asleep with her head on your foot. she is really pretty. you lever your foot free and use it to gently scritch her behind the horns, and she starts purring a bit and opens a golden eye to stare at you
what else is important to know? ok, dragons can eat basically anything humans can. that's good, it means you don't have to go buy food for her. to avoid boredom, you should be working her pretty hard for at least an hour a day. you can do that; you don't have a job anyway. her breed is apparently a decent time commitment but you aren't doing anything else, so sure. you read a bunch of papers about enrichment and living spaces for dragons and stuff and decide you're probably qualified for this, then you get in the car and go to the store. she comes with you. you buy a big leather glove for her to perch on, as well as some toys
next, you go to the park. she trots along beside you until you reach a lake, and then she leaps into the air and pirouettes, twirling into the water and popping back up a moment later with a large fish in her claws, which she devours, bones and all, in less than a minute. you look around anxiously, worried you'll get in trouble, but there are people fishing in the lake so it's probably fine
you get dinner. you can't make yourself cook, so you just go to a little local place. you figure they allow (well-behaved) dogs so they probably won't have an issue with dragons. you were not figuring she would just hop up into the booth on the other side of the table and then use one claw to order off the menu. apparently she can read. interesting
over the course of the next week, you learn that she basically doesn't even need to be trained, she's smart enough and understands you well enough to just kind of do what you tell her. in return, you lavish attention on her. you start doing things a lot more because she physically won't let you lay around. she's not particularly small, and sometimes when you try to watch tv or youtube and she wants to go out, she jumps up on the tv stand and opens her wings in front of it and screeches like a demon until you put your coat on
she really does love to hunt. you take her to a lot of parks, and she usually finishes off a couple fish or a few squirrels or something, and you realize that she's probably going to mess the environment up and you need a solution for this. you're not really sure what else to do, so you hit up a discord server with some friends of yours and go "@everyone does anyone want to get hunted by my dragon"
it's a surprisingly big hit. you get five or six friends of yours in local driving distance who want to come out and meet her, and you go to a corn maze and she hunts them through it. they turn it into a game where whoever can "survive" her the longest wins and the person with the shortest time after three rounds has to buy dinner for everyone. it's clearly really stimulating for her, too - a human is clearly way harder to catch than a squirrel, even if she is big enough to take one down with relative ease. you have a brief moment of horror the first time she slams into one of your friends to bring them down, thinking about that being you, but then she happily purrs and covers them in kisses, and you realize you're fine
she sleeps in your bed now. a bunch of the articles you read said that you probably shouldn't let your dragon do that, but you're starting to notice that most of the articles talk about dragonry like it's dog training, and you know by now she's just as intelligent as you are even if most people don't view dragons that way. you start researching AAC solutions for her so she can talk to you - she clearly understands your language well enough, she should be able to communicate in it. you find a little enchanted pendant that should work. you have to order it from overseas, so it takes a couple weeks, but once you get it and put it on her, she seems overjoyed that she can talk to you
she mostly uses it to demand scritches. but she's also apparently really into philosophy, which is both unexpected and really funny to you
by this point, you're so used to her intelligence that it's normal to you. it's less like having a pet and more like having a roommate who really likes hanging out with you and hisses if you try to kick her out of your bed. when her heat hits and she asks if you would be comfortable fucking her, you don't even consider it, you just take off your clothes. her tongue is really skilled, apparently, and she's also quite the fan of your fingers. you wake up to her giving you head every day for a week, and you fuck multiple times a day until her heat is over. you two don't have a formal word for what you are, but she's basically your girlfriend at this point
you join a local queer dragonry group, and it turns out your experiences are really common. most of the dragoners there have a polycule thing going, where they date someone(s) else but then also their dragon. you meet a lot of really cute people and fuck a few of them. your dragon is also always involved because she gets really playfully possessive of you
you wake up in bed. it's a saturday and the sun is already up. you're nude; you've slept that way for a month or so because you like how her scales feel against your body and she likes your body heat. she's still asleep, but you reach over your body and pet her head and her claws, gently digging into your skin, twitch a bit and she grumbles happily. she's not even very much smaller than you, she's probably about the size of a german shepherd at this point? you take a moment to contemplate how cool it is that you're in love with a hyperefficient solitary predator. if she wanted to, she could kill you in about a second right now, but you love and trust each other enough that her finger-long teeth are an inch from your eye and you're not worried at all. that's kinda awesome
you must have said that out loud because she opens one eye and sleepily licks a rough, wet stripe up the side of your head. you can't help but blush, and she notices. she nibbles at your neck as she shifts her weight on top of you and moves her claws to pin your hands above your head
life is pretty good
i need to be suddenly turned into a dragon so that i can not understand social cues in new and interesting ways
Gazing
I RETURN! It has been four months since I last drew anything, so I pushed myself to draw again and I managed to pick it up.
transfem dragon wiggling her haunches and tail so violently she knocks down supporting pillars
transmasc dragon seeing how deep he can roar and generating a subsonic rumble so loud it shatters the foundation
enby dragon so pleased with their claws and horns that they tear up floors and ceilings intentionally to feel how sharp they are
dragon gender euphoria powerful enough to destroy buildings
sometimes you just make a vibes-based character
not many know that the d in various acronyms stands for dragon. for example mdd = major dragon dragon. attention! dragon! hyperactive dragon!! i wish there was more awareness as it's often overlooked
become dragon²
dragon squared... my power will be immeasurable.
Dragons being able to jump out of clouds is unfair to me, i wanna do that too >:(
Writing Prompt for my fellow dragonkin:
Tomorrow morning you wake up and you are your dragon self. No conditions to achieve it. No necessary hardships. The transformation was so painless you didn't even wake up during the transition.
Tell me about your first day as a dragon.
I wake up. Or rather, after drifting around amidst pleasant imagery, the one among us that tracks the external world while the rest of us rest prods me awake. I take the time with my eyes closed to just…lie there as our mind reorganises itself. There is no real rush; we have woken before our alarms yet again. It feels…good. For some reason, the body feels both heavier and lighter than I expected, the layers of fabric scratching gently against it. Huh, do I have to moisturise the skin again? I turn around, happily luxuriating in the feeling of rightness that is probably born from lingering dreams and only just refilled energy levels to spend against the dissociation yearning wrong wrong wrong the usual pressures of living. But I do have to wake eventually, if only to pre-emptively turn off the alarm before it plays and we need to shower and eat and–another one chimes in to remind us not to accidentally trap ourselves in some kind of nightmare borne out of being half-awake and planning out the day. Once was enough for a lifetime. I can have this spiral when we’re safely in the shower and have already started officially waking up. I turn once more, readying to hit the ground running when impossibly, muscle and tissue twinges where there shouldn’t be any, I open my eyes and turn them upon my form, where even then I can feel the twitches of new limbs. New wings. I stare at them, before following the sensation of something wiggling to find my tail. Blink again, and now I am realising that what I am seeing is both crystal clear and…more. The sensory information I am seeing…and smelling as well. It should be overwhelming, but it feels like I always had them. A fading scent of…what was probably myself in slumber and a newer scent a couple of hours ago at most of…me.
My wings twitch again, I stare again even as my vision inexplicably blurs. We…We take a moment to close our eyes and simply feel the sensation of the air against our scales, the grace of our wings that we bring to wrap around ourselves in some bizarre fusion of instinct and collective impossible impressions.
It is nearly too much, just feeling our tail coiling in around our comfort plush and lifting it under a wing to be clutched by forepaw. The implied strength, it feels like we can just about do anything.
The alarm rings, and we let it resound, taking in how our sense of hearing might have shifted before shuffling around to grab it with a…hand? (Forepaw? It seems we still have thumbs), taking care to avoid clacking claws against the screen while nullifying the alarm.
Right. School. Wait, no, Outside the room… …we place the thought aside for now. Instead choosing to wipe our tears aside to focus more on this body even as we snuggle our dragon plush closer. A stray thought asks us whether this is a dream before it is met with the sensation of our claws against our scales.
Our scales become the next target of our vision. With a cream underside and hues of green elsewhere, it seems that our shape has followed one of us most closely. A sparkling dusting of ruby seems to speckle amidst the verdant green… As we finish unlocking our phone, we observe that our eyes are a bright blue, glowing in the dim room with the scant pre-dawn light leaking past the curtains.
One of us objects to this state of affairs, and though we do not feel it strongly, it does affect our form: the scales on our forepaws begin shifting colours to their own form, before shifting back to mine. We consider that and relax, before shuffling future experimentation to…the future.
We’re all still reeling a little in shock, and in the feeling of rightness that permeates this form. We decide to stretch ourselves out of bed and find ourselves rolling out of it onto our legs, all four of them, and upon a little experimentation, find ourselves much more flexible in terms of locomotion as well. Though I suppose the shapeshifting might account for some of the ease in changing how many legs to use…
A bubble of joy rises out of us, a little sound that sounds a little like a cross between a chirp, purr and whine before settling into a low rumble in our chest. We take a deep breath, triggering some unknown reflex and rather than regular air, we breathe out something minty and light, a kind of…mist? Light? We’re unsure though we have suspicions and that satisfies our final curiosity for the moment.
We’re somewhat bigger than what we were, though not that much; more corded strength, but also a general redistribution of mass. The flexibility of our neck affords us far better capability in examining ourselves.
We notice a strange diffraction of light surrounding us, a slight incoherence that is almost unnoticeable. We pay it no heed for now as what we have put off in our thoughts rear its head once more as we begin making biscuits in our blanket that we have pulled down onto the floor.
Outside the door, eventually in an hour or so if not sooner, we would have to leave this place and talk to others…which might be an Incident with a capital I. How would others…I shake my head for now. It will happen as it happens. For all I know, I might even be hallucinating with extreme vigor even if this body feels like we have finally returned home after a long and exhausting trip.
We settle down onto the floor with the blanket in tow and plush in the wing and claw, curled up into a round shape. The birds are still steadily chirping outside as the sun’s rays strengthen. If there are any answers to be found, they might as well be found online. I once more unlock my mobile phone and ready myself to navigate the servers.
let’s take a long nap together
dragons can do anything they want forever. dragons can do gender however they want. dragons can look however they want. dragons owe you nothing. majestic beasts
