maybe putting some awesome sauce on this nothing burger will do the trick

hypnokink but it's becoming increasingly clear the hypnotist just wants to run doom on her subject

first kill

I've been flying for 4 days now. flying during the night and sleeping during the day to not bring any attention to myself. it's the longest I've flown on my own wings since I started this transformation.

I started turning into a dragon nearly 13 months ago. I was living with my partner at the time. no explanation, nothing in particular that seemed to trigger it. I just started... changing. I appreciate her a lot for putting up with this. I'm nearing the end of it now, I think; I haven't been growing as much these past few months. last we'd checked I was 30ft long and 6ft at the shoulder (I was 6ft tall as a human). growing so big in such a short time put a lot of strain on our budget, and I had to resort to dumpster diving at night to not starve and even then I was often hungry. I tried to take the other changes in stride (trot?) though. the growing pains, adjusting to walking on four legs, keeping a grasp on speech as my vocal cords changed. my paws are much less dexterous than my hands were, too.

but the worst part was all the new senses. being able to hear and smell everything in a mile radius sucks when you're close to the city. it was such a cacophony I had to wear headphones and cover my head with pillows to keep from losing my mind. but as I kept getting bigger and my senses got sharper it got harder and harder to exist in that environment. I needed somewhere that didn't reek of gasoline and garbage. somewhere I could stretch my wings. I said goodbye to my partner set off in a random direction hoping to find somewhere I can call a den.

it didn't take me long to get lost. I do have some sort of biological compass built into me, but it's faint, and it doesn't help me dodge cities. I tried to head generally west in hope of hitting the Rocky Mountains eventually (mountains are a good habitat for dragons, right?), but right now I think I'm somewhere in flat ass Kansas, flying over some farmland.

my wing shoulders are sore from flying so long, and my stomach has been grumbling constantly. there's not much in the way of dumpsters out in the wilderness. I thought it better to just keep flying until I reach my destination but if I don't want to drop dead when I get there I need something to eat.

another problem: I've never hunted anything before. not even as a human. during my journey I did try to practice sneaking and pouncing on logs and rocks when I wasn't flying. it felt good, but when I finally had the opportunity in the form of a decently sized buck, I hesitated at the thought of taking a life and ended up missing my opportunity. so I took to the skies again, hungry and sad.

so here I am, in quite the pickle, weighing my options, so to speak. and then I smell beef.

I look down and the farmland and see a large cow, relaxing in the grass on what I assume is a ranch. I start salivating, and my stomach aches with hunger. but again I hesitate.

again, my humanity aches with guilt at the thought of butchering a living creature for my own benefit.

spending my whole life eating processed foods let me distance myself from what I was eating. there was always a part of me that thought I could go vegetarian, but it was always less convenient than getting a burger at the hundreds of fast food restaurants nearby.

so cutting out all that distance and just killing your food yourself and eating it raw was such a foreign concept to me that even as I was starving in the skies, circling that cow like a vulture, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

but I could do it. it would be so easy too. it's asleep, it can barely run, and no farm on Earth is built with dragons in mind.

but who owns that ranch that the cow has spent its whole life on? what if they need it more? what if they need the money?

where is that cow going once it's sold? to the butcher shop, where it'll get knocked out and cut up and wrapped in plastic and put on a shelf at a supermarket. then people buy it and cook it and eat it without caring where it came from. and if people don't buy it? the supermarket throws it in the dumpster, where it gets tossed in a landfill where no one can eat it.

I hear noises coming from the farm house. the lights turn on. people yelling. someone must have seen me. I'm running out of time.

my stomach groans again, and I make my choice.

I swoop down, the wind rushing past my ears, and before the cow even realizes what's happening, it's yanked off the ground by my claws. I hear gunshots. we're a hundred feet in the air and the cow is screaming for its life.

it's a living thing, just like you. it just wants to live.

I want to live too.

it doesn't deserve this.

it got unlucky.

you're going to make it suffer.

I'll make it quick.

I brace myself, grab the cows head in my jaws, and yank as hard as I can. its neck snaps, and it goes limp.

a while later I land next to a stream with my kill. desperate and hungry, I push my mind away as far as I can and let instinct take over, and I begin tearing it apart. the taste of blood and raw meat fills my mouth as I disembowel it. I never thought a fresh kill would taste this sweet.

there's little else but bones by the end, and for the first time in months, I go to sleep with a full belly.

life (my cat) always finds a way (to sleep on my clearly-not-comfortable legs)

mutuals can always dm me but be warned i talk like your coworker who is trying too hard to get to know you and my response times are akin to the response times you might get if we were communicating by letter

I have reposted this before but I am always impressed by how well-thought out every spot is. There is no good place to sit. “Oh, Eomer’s cool, I’ll sit with him” but then you will have to listen to Gollum and Bilbo the entire flight. “I’ll sit with Sam!” Pippin and Merry will be turning around the entire flight to talk to him. Sure, you can sit with Elrond, but you’re going to deal with him staring down Aragorn and Arwen. You may love Legolas and Gimli, but will you love sitting BETWEEN them? Just when you see a spot that seems okay, somewhere behind or across the aisle is a terrible option. This is so good. No good seats on the LOTR plane

no i think 17 looks good

No no here's my cunnng plan. I sit next to Sam and then immediately frodo will want to sit next to Sam and I will offer to trade with him. And then I get the entire two-seater to myself.

I don't care if I get banned from Delta Airlines, I'm taking seat #1 and rawing the Balrog for eight and a half hours and that's everyone else's Problem.

I will sit in spot 9, bring plenty of snacks to share, and simply enjoy Merry and Pippin kibitzing my choices in Animal Crossing for the next nine hours. I think this is how you make friends.

moar brandy

so that was in 2007… which would mean… forty o- *passes out hits my head on the side of a table causing an internal brain bleed then falls onto a protruding concrete spike shattering my c-spine, killing me*

…

i think i hauve covid

the bar has been raised this is the best response possible

dragongirl with paralyzing venom but she just bites you and starts infodumping for a few hours until it wears off

It is still sooooooo fucking funny that tumblr, the "fuck that old man" website, the villain apologist website, AND the paranormal boyfriend website read Dracula and went "Count Dracula sucks, we hate this dude." Planetary alignment levels of unlikely.

hey! wanna go hunting? i try to know all the dragons who live on these cliffs with me and i haven't ever really met you yet! if you like fish, there's some really great ones in the bay down there, and you can just stick your head into the water and snatch them mid-flight

how? what do you mean how, it's not hard, you just- wait, can you not fly? how have you made it to adulthood as a dragon without flying? didn't your parents teach you as a hatchling?

oh...

i had no idea. i forget all the time that not every dragon starts out as a dragon. you've never flown before, huh? human cities aren't super well-optimized for flying around in, and you just moved out here... well, this is a great place for your first flight! you don't have to figure out how to get off the ground, you just jump off and open your wings!

yeah, i know it's scary. you'll be fine! your brain may not know how to do it, but your body does, i promise. as soon as you're in the air and your wings are open it'll come naturally. i've been teaching hatchlings to fly for years, it won't be any different for you, i swear. besides, i won't let you fall. i'm bigger than you and if something happens i'll just get under you and stop your fall. the bay is a lot deeper than it looks anyway, it's totally fine to crash-land into it if you need. i promise you that you will not get hurt. dragon's honor

look, i can go first if you want and then circle back. would that be nice? ok, watch me. wings close to your sides and you jump down, and then pull your head back and open your wings to level out. like this!

...

ok, now you try it! on 3! 1, 2...

ok, open your wings- yeah, perfect! ok, you turn by leaning your body and tilting your wings to one side! we're gonna bank right and glide through that natural arch- yes you can, you big baby, your form is great! alright, follow me now!

see, look at that. you're a natural. stop with all the "i can't fly" talk, you're doing great. see the waves coming in? let's drop down to the water and shoot the barrel on some waves and get some fish, huh?

ok, but i'm leaving you up here if you don't follow me... 😁

dive! cmon, faster! alright, wings out... now! see, you're not even wet! into the wave! oh, nice form! love the little barrel roll! now stick your head into the water and grab yourself a fish, you've earned it. what do you think about a slower celebratory lap around the bay just to warm down a bit? hell yeah

now you're gonna perch on that big tree limb. think you can get that? no no on the tree on the tree- are you ok? good. any landing you can walk away from, right? cmon, come savor your fish with me. we can practice your landings tomorrow...

Budding 🌱

dragon therian drunkenly texting her friends at 2:14AM: woukd you still love me if i was a wyrm

When I first saw this I was half-asleep and missed the "therian" part and was just like "but?? you already are a wyrm???"

This makes a lot more sense now.

Like, I was fully envisioning an entire dragon, sprawled out atop her hoard, drunkenly trying to tap out a text message with a single clawtip

beanie baby batties

Foxy lady the in the clubbbb

Com for @cheetahgirlmuscles

chat reminder to just write whatever the fuck you want. write that overused trope. write that obscure shit that no one will have heard of. just. do it. your writing is yours stop depriving it of that.

honestly in the era of AI slop it is more important than ever for you to write or draw that incredibly niche/strange/unpalatable thing you want to make. the world needs the unique weirdness of people more than ever

i've been thinking about dragons and personal maintenance

specialized scale brushes to remove dirt trapped between overlapping scales

soothing oils to ensure leathery wings don't dry out and crack from the strain of flight and cold dry air of the tropopause

a balance of form over function when it comes to the talons, creams to toughen the pads for better traction, or moisturizers to maintain a delicate touch on the forepaws

claw files, talon trimmers, horn polish, so many things that are specifically for them which don't exist because they don't exist

a deeply unsatisfying conclusion

i've been thinking about dragons and personal maintenance

specialized scale brushes to remove dirt trapped between overlapping scales

soothing oils to ensure leathery wings don't dry out and crack from the strain of flight and cold dry air of the tropopause

a balance of form over function when it comes to the talons, creams to toughen the pads for better traction, or moisturizers to maintain a delicate touch on the forepaws

claw files, talon trimmers, horn polish, so many things that are specifically for them which don't exist because they don't exist

a deeply unsatisfying conclusion