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


icon by princessnapped


bluesky
@lorenziniforce.bsky.social

In the corners of our vision, in dim twilight, in shadows and at the very edges of perception - this is where glamours and illusions fail.

Young mages are taught that the best way to spot a suspected illusory object is not to scrutinize it, but to cast their vision just a bit to the side of it. The truth has a habit of leaking in like that.

The mage's apprentice, curled on a quiet winter night in a comfy, blanketed chair by a library fireplace, ruiminates on this passage in the tome she's rereading. She had been taught this months ago by her teacher, but this particular lesson keeps coming back to her. Picking up her phone, she pauses her music and takes off her headphones, and takes in the silence, broken only by the fireplace crackling.


Her teacher had said something else, too. "This principle applies to all illusions - all magics that hide the truth. Those enchanted under spells that change perception, affect emotion, or alter thought will still catch glimpses of their true thoughts and feelings in the form of dreams, daydreams, and stray thoughts and emotions - the edges of our minds' perception. This applies doubly so in stressful situations - under duress, enchantments weaken."

These words stuck out to her, again and again. All her life, she had experienced that exact kind of thing - urges to snarl at pigeons on the sidewalk, dreams of the sky and of distant peaks. One time, when a stray slime wandered into her teacher's laboratory thanks to a failure in the containment tank downstairs, her first instinct was to launch at it with scratches and bites, rather than the basic combat magic she had been taught for situations just like that. It didn't work, and the taste didn't go away for a week.

Sometimes, walking past a skyscraper's mirrored glass, her reflection seems ten times larger in the corner of her eye - but when she turns her head to look, it's just her. Even her teach sometimes swears that she seems a lot more intimidating than she actually is, when she first walks into rooms.

Now, her suspicions were finally coming to a head. The more she learns of illusions, the more she suspects she's has been under one her whole life.

She closes the book and stands up. She knows what she has to do. She needs to test this hypothesis.


In the center of the library, she draws a simple magic circle in chalk, upon a circular floor-mounted blackboard made for this very purpose.
A circle for the dispelling of illusions and enchantments - essentially the same sort of circle used to disguise a magical item or creature as something mundane, with the elements reversed.

It's not a complicated spell. She supplies some mana crystals as a simple catalyst, and stands within. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and speaks the incantation, drawing the magic within the crystals into her, then guiding it into the circle -

And a thousand thoughts and feelings and sensations and truths crash into her at once.

It's overwhelming, at first. For a moment, her mind can't keep up with it all - decades of tightly woven spellcraft around her unraveling all at once, like a dam breaking. But slowly, the storm disperses, and she calms once more. She feels... unbound. Like she had taken off a heavy weight. She opens her eyes-

Hey, when did the library... shrink?

It's kinda claustrophic in here. Everything seems smaller. And she looks down to see...

Great, scaled claws, a single talon of which dwarfs the reference tome she consulted to draw the circle.

Suddenly a lot of the feelings she felt in that rush started to make sense.

There's a flame burning in her chest. There's a long tail swaying from behind her. She's crouched on all fours, trying not to bump her head on the ceiling.

Her whole body is covered with scales, and from her back, sprawled awkwardly across the library, sprout a pair of great wings. And yet it feels... right. Relieving and relaxing, rather than alienating. This is how she's supposed to be.

At the very core of her being, she knows a truth. A truth she had glimpsed in momentary, liminal moments, that she had always known subconsciously, but never consciously, for until now, it was hidden from her.

But now it's plain to her, and to all else around her. A truth burning, shining, like the fire now within her.

She is a dragon.


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