andréa/andi - 26 - 🇵🇭🇪🇸
queer trans dragoness from the sunny tropics, figurehead monarch of a kingdom of kobolds,
ace flier both in the cockpit and on the wing,
typically found sipping a cup of vietnamese coffee atop a hoard of plushies.
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Big nerd about SF/F, aviation, tabletop, mech media, and much, much more.
Far too many hobbies. Mostly SFW.
One of them therian creature folk 🐉 ΘΔ
Keeps turning people into dragons, if it happens to you, you're welcome.
"the Chuck Tingle of dragon TF fiction" - @apoapsis
CESA's high altitude atmospherics research platform dragon
Certified fries enjoyer 🍟 🐉
she/her; other pronouns are secret unlockables ;3
dragon of many shapes; often anthro, often a dragon-jakkai (the horns stay on)
officially mocha flavored
possesses Eel Magnetism
friend to yinglets everywhere
"only" the size of a small plane
too many forms and too many chuuni ass fighting styles
horny for being the hot robot girl
tail ornament enthusiast
NRX-044 Asshimar my beloved
sword lesbian, alternately of the agile, lightweight one-handed blade or fuckoff zweihander variety
battle theme DEFINITELY has flamenco guitar
reviews:
"the most dragon to ever dragon"
"dresses like a touhou character"
"horns were fun to draw"
"tailfan is some of the best in the business"
"came for the worldbuilding, stayed for the dergposting"
"exceptionally kissable"
❤️ 🌟 starlight @Ehksidian 🌟 ❤️
❤️ ⛈️ little spark @bolibob2 ⛈️ ❤️
asks open; please ask me questions i like it :3
icon by princessnapped
For many, the change comes quickly. A single moment, realizing the truth of their nature, followed by new scales, new wings - and tears of joy.
But for others, the changes start subtle, as subconscious suspicions grow. They think, 'Could I be- no, that's impossible', then push it down. But those glimmers are already enough to make it begin.
I fold my wings around her gently, and grasp her forepaw tight. She's quivering, taking short, sharp breaths through now-slit nostrils. Her eyes - newly opened to a scintillating orange - are darting around, taking in the world, filled with a mixture of wonder and panic.
"Hey, hey, calm down" I whisper, squeezing her forepaw with my own. "You're safe. Deep breaths. You're free now."
She's sitting on the little cliff outside my lair, and she's staring at the sky.
It's been three days now since she came to me - yesterday, she had hiccuped and unleashed a little lightning bolt right into my hoard of mostly conductive metal, confirming my suspicions of her elemental nature in the most tail-singing way possible.
I fold my wings around her gently, and grasp her forepaw tight. She's quivering, taking short, sharp breaths through now-slit nostrils. Her eyes - newly opened to a scintillating orange - are darting around, taking in the world, filled with a mixture of wonder and panic.
"Hey, hey, calm down" I whisper, squeezing her forepaw with my own. "You're safe. Deep breaths. You're free now."
I fold my wings around her gently, and grasp her forepaw tight. She's quivering, taking short, sharp breaths through now-slit nostrils. Her eyes - newly opened to a scintillating orange - are darting around, taking in the world, filled with a mixture of wonder and panic.
"Hey, hey, calm down" I whisper, squeezing her forepaw with my own. "You're safe. Deep breaths. You're free now."