by Leafiedraws on twitter
oh my god. My big flopped wings. My lil shark friends. My little sipp of ca phe sua da. truly dragon gaming...
fair winds, open skies
- she/her, [REDACTED]
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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.
☕🐉🌴
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
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a girl on a city street, looking at her phone. she's oddly pretty, in a sort of casually elegant way, despite her far from fancy street clothes. your eye is drawn to her for reasons you cant quite explain.
you unconsciously stare, and she glances back at you. her gaze is piercing-sharp. there's something. different about her. something fierce. she doesn't seem to be bothered, and returns to looking at her phone.
The girl sits on a boulder at a cliff's edge. Before her sprawls the wilds that surround her village.
A young man emerges from the thicket behind her, carrying a small basket filled with lunch. Her friend since childhood - someone who understands her even closer than her own parents.
I've found there is a raw and pure momentary serenity in the aftermath of letting the pretense of humanity, built up across a lifetime, fall away for a moment. In the wake of letting myself bite and claw and snarl at a pillow, there is a strange peace, even suppressing, for a moment, that feeling of embarassment at "being weird" that I still have yet to totally shed.
For a moment, my dragon's flame was uncovered, and it's light burnt through the clouds of doubt and shame that have always plagued me. And though they may gather again... I get to know the peace of my true self unclouded.
Being therian is genuinely wonderful.