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

My flame burns within. A cool breeze blows over my wings. My nostrils flare, a deep exhale.

I feel the mountain air upon my scales, my tail flicking in unconscious satisfaction. I smell a thousand scents, distant hints of a dozen things around me.

My eyes gleam gold. My horns shine black. The wind gently tosses my mane.


It's been months now, but it never stops feeling wonderful. I'm a dragon. Holy shit. I'm a gods damned dragon! over a hundred mornings now I've woken up feeling my wings on my back and my tail behind me - whether that be in my true form or anthro form - and yet, the thought is still just as intoxicating. The fact that being a dragon is just a normal, everyday thing now - that just makes it more exhilarating!

It's a raw, pure joy; one that's just sheerly, immensely beautiful. My body feels Right. My wings are there, my tail is there. I'm no longer too small, too soft; my claws and teeth are as sharp as they should always have been.

I tilt my wings down, pushing the little thumb-claws at their tips into the earth below. Shifting my weight onto them, I lift my forepaws off the ground. It's a simple thing, simply switching from one set of limbs to another to stand, but the very fact that I can even do that still makes me a little giddy. I use my newly freed front paws to take off the (oversized) satchel bag around my torso and set it down beside me, and dig around inside for my parchments and ink.

The sunset is beautiful. I dip a claw in the ink, and start to sketch the landscape before me. It's an interesting discipline, claw-drawing. Quite the old art among dragonkind, but still something I've yet to master to the same degree as my human pencil-sketches.

But I'm a dragon now! Those claws aren't going away. I have the rest of my life to master this - and the rest of my life to enjoy being a dragon.


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