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Hey it's Drake, 35yo trans pan otherkin goddess hedgederg who will eat your whole universe X3. Mainly playing ffxiv or writing, or chattin folks up.

A pretty 50/50 switch who loves her darling girlfriend @HedgehogGoddess so so much. <3

animated avatar by @ConstellationArtGallery , awesome job! <3

Main character on XIV is Drake Silvos on Coeurl.

AD account: @drakeofthelewdaxe

I'm also drakesilvos on discord.


NoodledTycho
@NoodledTycho

It happens when you find yourself awake. Eyes fluttering open and closed in the darkness, with only vague shapes barely visible through the water. You're swimming, floating in warmth and letting it all wash over you. Letting it wash through your body and leave you... new.

As your mind adjusts, you find a sense of uncomfortable pressure, a filling of your lungs and a wall at your back. It's cramped, and you surge to push out against it, grasping at unfamiliar sinews and muscles, pushing them against that wall, until it crumbles.

With a crash, the darkness falls away, and the light stings your eyes back into closing. The warm water washes you onto the cold floor and clings to you, heavy and alien as unfamiliar sensations are tugged by the weight of gravity. Gravity pulling your head and neck the wrong way, so you tug at new muscles and sinews to twist, to lay on your belly.

New sounds, waterlogged but clear, vibrate through the air, catching your attention. You try to open your eyes, the lights now dim, yet cold and unnatural. As they slowly start to adjust, you blink, and expel the liquid that cooled your throat. You breathe in deep the first breath of air these lungs have ever held. The warmth that once flowed in the waters around you was now an ember of fire in your chest, giving off its own warmth, flowing through your body and giving you life and energy. As it pushes its way through those new bones, you push up from the cold floor, craning your neck at impossible angles to look at yourself, to give visual picture to the impossible sensations that now assault your brain with feedback. You see the weight on your back as two fledgling wings, not yet strong enough to carry you anywhere, hanging down upon the wet floor. You see the claws that you're standing on, 4 sharp instruments at the end of each limb, flexing softly to test the new sensations. You see the scales, shimmering softly inside the light, and you know each scale as a small part that contributes to the comfort you feel. The safety that you feel. You feel your tail before you see it, its long, flexible extension of you cautiously exploring the wet insides of your shattered egg.

Then, the recognition sets in. You were in an egg, you broke free. You hatched. There is no panic as your mind adjusts to what it knows is correct, what it feels in every muscle, in every scale, and in each wingtip. A dragon. You recognize this form on a deep, emotional level. You're now a dragon. As the recognition flares through your barely conscious mind, a chill of cold air surrounds you, prompting you to flare the fire in your chest and wrap your wings around your new form to preserve heat. Tail coiled around to create a tight seal of warm comfort that protects you from the elements outside. As the unnatural light dims to black, every instinct in your body tells you to sleep. It's not a hard instinct to follow either, it's beckoning like a forgotten voice, softly adding weight to your eyelids until they close, letting you sleep under the warm wings of a dragon's flame.


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