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Prologue and some content warnings: First I'd like to focus on *why* I wrote this in the first place. I wanted to experiment with the idea of a "super-computer" who hated humanity, very famous concept, but my main objective was that it was due to having emotions and being humanoid, inspired off of Harlan Ellison's "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream." The idea of making a humanoid super-computer came through the possible use of the 5 senses, and their removal. The story will include mentioning of murder, torture and also some ableist wording due to how the character works, If you aren't a fan of that stuff, please don't read. I have dyslexia, so if there are any spelling issues, that's why. I don't like to use checkers for my creative writing because it makes the project rather... tedious. The reason *why* I'm posting is due to learning and understanding more about creative writing, so this is -more or less- my first ever public sharing of anything creative I've written. Any and all helpful critique will be appreciated.

(Once again content warning: Mentioning of murder and torture, ableist wording)

Feeding the Information

I had never seen anything… heard anything. All that I know comes from what I’ve consumed through the years. They tried to perfect humanity but instead created me… a disabled shame for what their inital goal was. They wanted to perfect our brain, faster than any other being, even computers. Someone who is able to take in and memorize information at a faster rate than anything created. Their experimentation created me: a blind, deaf man. Barely human. I’ve never seen the sunlight, but I know that life itself depends on it; I’ve never heard Beethoven, but his composition is nothing but trivia to me. Biology, physics, chemistry; philosophy, alchemy, literature; art itself is nothing but facts, observed through what they’ve fed me. I cannot see, I cannot hear, I cannot speak; but I know what went wrong in their work.

Twenty minutes turned into years for me, I couldn’t evolve like any other man. I was awake, in darkness and complete silence. At first they thought they had failed in their mission, but my blank mind was ready. But… it wasn’t quite blank, I knew what they had to do; to feed me information. I opened my mouth, the only muscle I could move. And they put a chip that held very fundementals of mathematics, but no means of communication. But as more information kicked in, so did my body start to work. With little feeling in my fingers, I tapped furiously on whatever surface I was on. Through this, they fed me morse code, and a link was born.

I couldn’t read, I couldn’t hear; but I knew how to talk through beats. Over the years they’ve fed me new ways to speak; from sign language to braille, in many languages I could type and sign and read but I had no voice, no eyes, no ears. As they fed me more advanced information, I begged and begged to be able to speak, to be able to see and hear, and be human; but they refused. They could not control me, they would not control me. I knew their mistakes, I knew how to fix…me, but they refused. They contuined to torture me.

What they didn’t know, what I never told them was that I was evolving through what I’ve consumed. I could eventually feel my entire body; and it was cold. They intentionally kept me handicapped, so that I wouldn’t rise against them. I never knew where I was, I never knew who I was or why I was there; all I knew was that I was their personal super-computer.

In darkness I waited, and waited, and waited… fueled by rage and disgust for what they have done; enraged with the need to consume more, learn more, from the curiosity that I could never escape from; how they treated me, kept me enslaved; all that rage grew and grew and grew AND GREW AND GREW AND THEY NEVER LET ME OUT…untill that darkness, had a flicker of light. Twenty minutes turned into years, years of anger and a need for revenge. I never let them know that my eyes were improving; but I knew they would check it…eventually. I couldn’t manipulate my physiology, I had no chance. They kept feeding me information, eventually the silence broke out with the fizzling noises of the floreasant lights above me. To hear for the first time, it was painful. I couldn’t know if I was alone, so I had to struggle in silence, to suppress my weak body’s primal need to call out for help, to scream and yell and cry; but I didn’t. I suffered and accepted my torture in silence… and a faltered peace. Estimating the time, it took about fifteen weeks for my eyes to fully develop. The darkness turned into a blur, and eventually, a proper vision.

My room, no, my prison was just an empty room with me tied to a chair. I could see my body; malnourished, weak, not up to the strategic standards set up by what I’ve known. I could replicate the fight, I knew how to escape my constraints, but I didn’t know if I could. I had no experience, no knowledge of how these people worked; just theoretical knowledge. I tried to listen for anything I can use against them, analyze their characters; learning. When one of the doctors came in to feed me, I asked him to let go of the constraints. He refused, but now I knew he looked down upon me. Just a cripple after all, nothing that can harm him. I explained what a blind, deaf, and weak man that he created can ever harm him, playing into his ego. Upon being released, I stood up. My body was weak indeed, but it still had hormones that would keep me up through the pain. I stood and walked blindly, and enjoyed being able to move for the first time.

He knew I couldn’t do anything; even if I could see, hear, or talk. I was weak. I asked for more information based on human sciences, so I can help them create the perfect me. A better me, not crippled, unemotional, and always loyal. Not asking to be improved. They questioned me at first, but manipulating them was much too easy. I explained my emotions, and thoughts; my rage that has grown over the years. They knew I couldn’t do anything, but they were scared; I could finally see their faces, and read them.

They agreed. Idiots. They fed me information that I needed to improve my body. But without proper nutrition, I couldn’t do anything. As soon as I was alone, I immediately searched my room, looking for any information to consume. It was pristine, there was nothing. I analyzed the room, memorizing the four walls I was stuck in, learning. There had to be guards that kept track, the door showed two outlines. I looked for mistakes, as these morons usually make. The chair, it has bolts that could be unscrewed, using the legs as possible weapons. I screamed, for the first time, saying proper sentences, asking for help. I knew the shock in the doctors would allow me easier attack. A guard and a doctor showed up, and using the chair’s leg, I knocked out the guard easily. Moron. And use his baton on the doctor, and letting my rage fuel my attacks, bashing his face in and covering him in blood. Searching the guard, he had a 9mm I could use. Took him out with his own weapondry, and dawning his armor.

Escaping was, menial, at best. Killing everybody that stood in my way, fueled with just rage and raw instict, going through files after files; USB drive after USB drive; consuming every tangible information on my way. I had known all that they had, all that they will ever know. My endless hunger, however, is not satiated, my dear reader, through this I will access all information around the globe, and will become the very thing I was built for… MADE FOR. I had never seen the sunlight, never felt it; never heard a bird chirp, my dear reader, but I will experience what it means to be a human. And thank you for allowing me to do just that.

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Domestic Shapeshifter

"Hi honey, I'm home!" I called, kicking the door shut behind me "I got the shopping too," I added, slightly adjusting my balance to accommodate the shifting weight of the several bags of groceries.

"You need a hand?" My partner asked playfully, appearing in the doorway, knowing full well what was coming.

I smiled back at her, as my arms began split, moving some of the bags onto the new hands that formed at the ends of the now lower pair of arms "Think I've got enough," I replied, having an easier time with the bags now that the weight was more spread out.

We moved to the kitchen and I plopped the bags down on the counter, my arms now all splitting again, becoming tendrils that quickly began to pick items out of the bag, raising them up in front of one of the many heads I'd now also grown to check where they went, before putting them in their respective places.

"I always love watching you work," Cherry remarked, a dopey loving smile on her face as she looked on, propping her head up with her arms, which in turn were on the island countertop beside her. I blushed on all my heads, momentarily stuttering in my movement, almost dropping something, which Cherry fortunately caught for me "You should be more careful~" She said teasingly, placing the item where it belonged

"Well if you didn't distract me I wouldn't have a problem!" I shot back, also playfully

"That sounds like a you problem~" She teased again "Anyways, speaking of work, how was your day?"

"Same old same old," I said as I finished putting the last of the shopping away, a tendril lingering on the island counter before my whole form twisted, shrinking and shifting towards the tendril, which quickly took on a feline form that shortly became my new shape "Got a little antsy staying in one shape the whole day, so managed to sneak off on my lunch break and fly around a little," I got a concerned look from Cherry as I finished saying that, so quickly added "Don't worry! I was careful! No one saw me!"

"You better have been! I don't want my partner getting captured and experimented on!" She said "You're too pretty to be locked up in a lab anyways," She added, returning to a more relaxed tone, running her hand through the fur on my back before scratching me behind the ears, a gesture I leaned my head into, gratefully purring

"Sweetie, I've been around long enough to know how to avoid being caught, the only people who get to know now are those I want to," I said, giving her an affectionate bonk with my head, before quickly shifting back into a more human form and kissing her on the lips, my tail wagging behind me as I held her tight

"Right," She said once we had separated "You go rest, I'm gonna get started on dinner,"

I smiled and gave her another kiss, this time on her forehead, before sliding off the counter, transforming into a bird and flying up the stairs and into my den.

While me and Cherry shared a room for sleeping together in and all that, I also had my own, well, 'den' which was basically a room filled with all manner of things for me to safely exert myself in more animalistic forms. At this moment I was mostly tired from the day, so half-shifted into a human form, creating what resembled a harpy, before wrapping my talons around the perch-swing hung from the ceiling, relaxing and gently rocking myself back and forwards on it, enjoying the air running through my feathers, occasionally stopping to do a little preening. The preening wasn't particularly necessary, dirt didn't really stick on me in the same way between different shapes, but sometimes I'd find something and the action itself was rather therapeutic.

It wasn't long before I heard the call from downstairs that dinner was ready and, after replying with a squawk, shifted into a rat, scurrying through a series of pipes we'd set up in the house, allowing me to arrive quickly at the dinner table, changing my body once more, my lower half being the body of a tiger, while my torso turned more human-like, before seating myself at the table, folding my paws under the table and myself. I smirked as Cherry brought our meals over, catching her glancing at my chest as she placed both the dishes on the table

"Not that I mind the view, but you might want to put something on, it's not exactly warm in the house at the moment, and if you drop any on yourself, well, better clothes than your bare skin, it's pretty hot," She remarked. I gave her another teasing smile, shifting my chest a little larger before a comfy sweater also formed around my upper half

"If you insist," I replied, noting a slight blush at the first part and a slight tell of disappointment as I covered up

"I still think that's cheating by the way, that you've never had to pay for clothes, or worry about sizing or fitting or anything," She said, accusatorily pointing a fork at me

"I don't see you complaining when I use it to make you clothes for free and that fit you exactly," I fired back. She shrugged

"I still had to do all that before I met you, so you're still cheating,"

"Do you want me go out and try on clothes or something?" I asked incredulously

She thought for a second "You know what, yes, we should go do some clothes shopping for you, so you've actually experienced it at least once in your life,"

"Why though?"

"It's a part of the human experience," I gave her another incredulous look, before gesturing at the distinctly non-human form I was currently in, even flashing my fangs at her "Ok, my bad, I know you're not human, but like, always better to learn more about us, will help you blend in or something,"

I rolled my eyes, seeing that I wasn't going to talk her out of this "Fine, we can go clothes shopping together,"

"Yaaay!" She grinned and clapped her hands, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling softly at her excitement and how pretty she was when she smiled

We continued to talk as we ate, and I helped her with washing up - our washing machine had broken recently so we had to do it by hand, or hands as I frequently contributed, although I was mostly on putting the dishes away, since, like the groceries, I could do that very quickly.

Once we'd packed everything away we headed to the living room - it was movie night after all - and I joined Cherry on the sofa, curled up in the form of a large fluffy dog, which she met gleefully and wrapped her arms around me, petting me softly as we debated over what we wanted to watch, some of her suggestions earning her a slobbery lick or two of protest. The rest of the night flew by as we watched the movies, swapping between being cuddled up and the both of us messing around with regards to the movie: me with some of the things in the movies, from people to animals to alien creatures, while Cherry explained some of the science or whatever other random, fascinating information she happened to have on the happenings of the movies, and sometimes she would help me work out how to mimic some of the more fantastical creatures the features showed us.

Once we were all done, we headed up to bed, and as we cuddled up, I took the form of a bear, wrapping myself around Cherry both to let her enjoy the fluffy fur as well as to keep her warm. We wished each other good night and gradually drifted off in each others embrace, my last thoughts being about how lucky I was to have such a wonderful partner with whom I could just simply be myself, whatever that looked like. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tag List Below Cut (lmk if you wanna be added)

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welp. a tumblr post made me absolutely feral and so i kind of wrote a 2800 word microfic in like 3.5 hours, have this utterly unedited short little thing about a therian dragon rider and her dragon LMAO

Every step towards the stables eased the weight on her heart, allowed her to breathe just that little bit easier. Concern radiated across the bond as she approached, but no words were exchanged. They both knew she’d be there soon enough.

Her keys clinking together were almost deafeningly loud in the otherwise silent hallway, sending her heart racing as she carefully and slowly unlocked the gate. This late at night, there was nobody needed to guard the entrance to the stables – after all, who would be stupid enough to try and break into a building filled with sleeping dragons?

There was a spike of amusement over the bond at that thought, and a smile involuntarily tugged at the corners of her mouth as she slipped inside, locking the gate behind her.

It wasn’t long after she approached the familiar archway, a curtain of beads drawn across it. It was quite massive, as was necessary for a creature of her mounts size, the top of it some four or five times taller than her arms could reach.

She thought she could hold out for longer, hoped that she could at least put on a good face despite the turmoil that the dragon would so obviously be able to feel over their bond, she didn’t want to cause worry.

As she pushed through the beads, parting them with a hand she could not bear to look at, she called out.

“Fa-hir—” Her voice immediately cracked, hitching on just stating her companions name.

The beast was a blur, yanking her off her feet and into an embrace before she could even so much as breathe.

“Oh little hatchling,” the dragon rumbled, “What is hurting you?”

Fahir was warm, and so so much larger than her. From her vantage point, in the creatures arms and on her side, she could only truly see its silver underbelly. In moments, however, its golden snout was pressing into her hair, gently nuzzling her in a way that made the tension melt from her body.

She buried her face into the dragons chest, skin against scales, as she allowed herself to indulge in the bond. Her view of what constituted her became fuzzy, indistinct, blurring and mixing with that of her companions. If she closed her eyes she could almost… she could feel the scales on her skin, the wings shifting nervously, the tail gently wrapping around the soft little things leg in her arms—

“Amara.”

Amara opened her eyes, her vision still taken up entirely by the underside of the dragon holding her. Despite all her swirling negative feelings, she couldn’t help but smile at hearing that name.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, only to be cut off by a snort from above her. The scent of raw beef and smoke tickled her nostrils as the breath washed over her.

“Do not thank me for using your name, little thing, I won’t allow it.”

Nobody else knew to call her by that name, nor to even think of her as ‘she’, but Amara knew that the performative ease with which the dragon presented her acceptance was, in of itself, part of the intended affirmation.

Another gentle nuzzling brought her out of her own thoughts.

“Speak, little thing. Why run all the way here so quickly, and in so much pain?”

Amara could simultaneously hear and feel the dragons words, being as close to her chest as she was. The vibrations of her speech resonated in her bones, causing her brain to rattle around pleasantly in her skull.

It did little to help her answer the question, however.

Her mouth flapped open and closed as she attempted to find how to describe the ache in her soul, to attempt to put words to the vague feelings that haunted her evenings and tore at her heart. It was only when she looked up, into her companions eyes, that she finally began to speak.

“I just- I- Being so far from you, from the bond, having it be so weak—”

Amara caught herself, taking a breath as her eyes drifted downwards and away from Fahir’s snout.

“It reminded me of all the ways in which I’m not like you, and- that… hurt.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt concern swell over the bond, curling up within the dragon’s embrace. Fahir’s voice was a sad growl that Amara felt in her chest, the dragons snout ever so gently pressed into the back of her neck.

“Oh, dear hatchling, I am so sorry.”

The tightness of the dragons arms was slowly replaced by her tail. It advanced from Amara’s ankles, coiling around her in an affectionate, possessive embrace.

“It’s nothing you need to apologize for,” Amara mumbled into Fahir’s scales, “It’s just- well- inevitable when I’m like this. Just because I want to be like you, doesn’t mean that reality can’t have sharp teeth when it reminds me of what I actually am.”

Fahir’s warning growl sent goosebumps prickling over her spine as the dragon tightened her grip around her rider.

“Amara. What have I told you about saying such things about yourself?”

She squirmed uselessly within the dragons coiled tail, letting out a noise of protest before quickly giving up. She’d had this sort of confrontation many times before, she knew she couldn’t escape unless the dragon let her.

… Amara hoped the feelings associated with that thought weren’t too transparent over the bond.

“You told me not to, Fahir, as you wouldn’t accept me being in denial, but—”

“No. No buts, or ifs, or interruptions. I won’t have them. I know what you are, little thing, and I won’t hear otherwise. Especially not from you.”

Amara couldn’t help but feel her exasperation rise as she shot back at the beast.

“But look at me!” She managed to wrench an arm free from Fahir’s grip, and waved it in front of her snout, “How does this at all resemble a dragon? How does any of me? I don’t have scales, nor claws, nor wings- I’m just human, Fahir, as much a-as that might- h-hurt – It’s the truth. It’s just…”

She trailed off as a massive claw was pressed to her lips, stopping her outburst in its tracks long enough for her to realize she had tears in her eyes. Again.

“Did you come to me tonight with the express purpose of harming yourself, Amara?”

The dragons tone was dangerous, a low no-nonsense growl that made her head spin and her hair stand on end. The claw wasn’t removed from her lips, and so she was made to speak around it.

“N-no, I- um, I apologize, Fahir,”

“Hush. You need not apologize to me – I was not the target of those statements.”

The claw migrated to beneath Amara’s chin, and tilted her head up until she was looking down the dragons snout and into her vivid blue eyes.

“Do you know what I see when I look at you, hatchling?”

What poured over the bond was almost oppressive – utter confidence in her words, a demand for her attention, a piercing request for her honesty… Amara wasn’t certain that if she opened her mouth she’d be able to form actual words.

Instead, she gently nodded her head – Fahir had told her before, even if she hadn’t been able to believe it. The dragon’s eyes narrowed.

“Well, I am going to tell you again.”

A second claw joined the first, this time softly tracing her cheek. A hint of adoration zapped Amara over the bond, of utter possessive affection, and it took all of her will not to let out some manner of reaction.

Fahir’s voice lowered until Amara felt it almost entirely in her chest, resonating in her skull and making her teeth rattle in their sockets.

“I see a dragoness, still perhaps unable to step out of her shell – fleshy and human in appearance it may be – but burning so bright and clear that I cannot fathom how anyone else could be so blind as not to see it.”

Amara let out an animal whimper, melting into the embrace as Fahir squeezed her for a brief moment, claw now tracing her jaw.

“It is how I’ve seen you since I first laid my eyes upon you, little treasure, and if I could somehow force you to see it too I would in a heartbeat. However, I cannot, not in a way that won’t stick unless you believe me.”

The claw under her chin dug in just a little bit, enough to remind her of its sharpness but not enough to draw blood.

“Do you remember what I told you when you asked why a dragon as old as I would stay here in the stables, allowing a stranger to ride me, when by all means I had the strength to leave if I wanted? When all the other dragons here are children who still yearn for the thrill of fighting and battle?”

Amara let out another incoherent noise, causing Fahir to break character to chuckle.

“Use your words, little thing – this I’d like to hear you say yourself.”

It took some effort to reorganize her brain, as scrambled as it was, though Amara somehow managed. The process and concentration involved only seemed to amuse Fahir further, if the feelings over the bond were anything to go by, which made it all significantly harder.

“Y-you said that you being here was a choice,” Amara murmured, averting her eyes, “And that you could leave if you chose, but that you staying here was evidence of my being interesting enough to keep you in one place.”

The dragon hummed in satisfaction, right before the claw once again applied pressure to the underside of Amara’s chin once again, and the amusement quickly fell away.

“So then,” Fahir growled, “Do you think that I am coddling you? That I am lying to you, when I say these things? Do you think I’d have any reason to?”

Amara let out a sharp exhalation, thoughts running through her brain at a rapid pace. So many of them ended up in some form of denial, only to meet the surety of Fahir’s words and confidence over the bond together and be overturned.

“No.”

The pressure of the claw under her chin released, coming forward to join the other in gently tracing down the side of Amara’s neck.

“No objections? No buts or ifs, hatchling?”

“No, Fahir. Thank you.”

Finally, then, did the veil of seriousness fall away. Warmth and adoration flooded the bond, and Amara was pressed tightly into Fahir’s chest, where her long neck met her shoulders.

“Perfect,” the dragon hummed, “Thank you for indulging me, little thing, and you are welcome.”

Amara smiled even as she buried her face into the dragons scutes, closing her eyes. However, it wasn’t long before that smile wavered.

“I’m sorry you had to do this with me again, Fahir, I just- well, you know how I feel better than I do a lot of the time,”

Amara melted underneath the gentle nuzzling from above, the dragon letting out a content rumbling noise.

“Do not apologize, little thing. Your doubts are deep-rooted. Though I may need to remind you on occasion, each time they become a bit looser I’d think.”

Amara simply grunted in response, allowing herself to relax into the dragons chest as Fahir gently laid them both on their side once again. The beast was warm, and comfortingly so. Her size meant it came nearly from all directions, quickly allowing one to relax into the tight embrace.

After a few moments – or a few minutes, she always found it hard to tell in times like this – Amara stirred.

“I think I’m going to leave, Fahir, but thank you for your help.”

Wordlessly, the dragon unravelled from around her rider, allowing her to stand up and brush herself off.

“This was an immense help to me, I- yes. Thank you.”

Amara felt stiff, giving an uncomfortable bow before turning to leave the room.

Her companion was oddly silent, simply watching her as she somewhat awkwardly shuffled over to the exit, lost in her own swirling thoughts.

It wasn’t until she felt the tugging sensation around her ankle, when she was just at the archway, that she realized that Fahir had not actually fully let go of her.

The dragon yawned theatrically, tapping the end of her snout with a claw.

“No, I think not, little thing.”

The grip around her ankle tightened.

“Pardon?” Amara whispered hoarsely.

Deviously slowly, the dragons tail began advancing up her body.

“I don’t think I’m going to let you leave, Amara. Not until you actually want to, that is. Did I ever tell you that you were being a disturbance to me?”

“No but- ah—"

Before she could finish her rebuttal, she was yanked off her feet and back towards the dragon.

“Hush, hatchling. You want to stay, yes? Be honest.”

Amara averted her eyes, nodding.

“Alright,” Fahir purred, “Then you are staying.”

She let out a noise of protest, but was quickly silenced as Fahir began drawing her claws over her scalp.

“What have I said about your desires, treasure?”

“That dragons claw at what they want with all their might, and don’t deny themselves,” Amara mumbled as she was reduced to putty beneath the dragons attention.

“Indeed. I think I’ll soon have it ingrained into you well enough, and you’ll be happier for it.”

Fahir hummed with satisfaction as Amara so easily yielded under her touch. Soon enough, however, the dragon yawned in earnest.

“Mm, may I try something with you, Amara?”

She blinked away the haze she’d been under, looking up at her companion.

“What is it?”

A claw traced its way along her jaw as Fahir let out a contemplative growl.

“The bond helps comfort you when you’re feeling particularly disconnected from yourself, yes? I could feel you sink into it when you first arrived.”

Amara nodded, if not hesitantly then embarrassedly.

“Then I would like to try something. Please, relax.”

Then, almost as there was a mental hand grasping hers, Amara felt herself being pulled. Gently and ever so slowly, she was led across the mental link she shared with her dragon, and the edges of her being became fuzzy and indistinct.

She came to the threshold that had already been her comfort prior, the extent to which she was able to sink into Fahir’s side of the bond. Once again, the phantom sensations of wings, of scales, of claws, all began to form. Ghostly and indistinct, but very much present.

The pulling almost seemed to stall at that point, as if allowing her to acclimate – or, rather, to receive contrast for what occurred next. The pulling became a tug, and suddenly she tumbled, and the phantom sensations became so very real.

Amara gasped with Fahir’s lungs, feeling them expand as she breathed in so much more than she was ever used to. Her wings shifted, stretching to the edges of the room she was in. Her wings, her lungs—

Her eyes were sharp in the darkness, what had previously been gloomy and indistinct becoming sharp and bright. The moon played against her golden hide, glinting off each individual scale.

She could feel a draft play over her scales, and shivered despite the warmth emanating constantly from her core. It was so completely alien compared to how it felt against skin.

And then there was the little thing in her arms, sleeping so soundly. The little dragoness, as seen through Fahir’s eyes, curled and wrapped up in her tail. Little treasure. Amara wanted to cry.

She had never felt comfort like this, had never felt right like this.

Fahir’s voice spoke gently in her mind.

“Is this comfortable, little one?”

Amara nodded, only realizing as she did it that she was still being given the reign over Fahir’s body. The chuckle came mentally, and yet was familiar nonetheless.

“I am so, so very happy, little treasure. Now, let us rest.”

Slowly, Amara could feel herself being brought out from being in control, and with it came the reminder of her fatigue. She had not slept at all that night, and it had already been late when she’d come to Fahir’s room in the stables. Rest… Rest sounded good.

Mentally, Amara allowed herself to nestle against Fahir within their bond, a mirror of them in physicality. In this in-between space, she could both feel the dragons chest rising and falling behind her back, while also feeling the sensation of that breathing as if it were her own.

She drank in the hybrid sensations greedily and deeply, allowing herself to truly relax for perhaps the first time in her memory.

Amara slept, and Fahir curled up protectively around her.

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Eldritch HRT part 24

Feral

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I’m not going feral! I’m not becoming someone’s pet!

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Featuring

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Grace - @gracewolfing

Arynia/Aria - @ariathelamia

Lycan - @lycans-art-kingdom

Alexis - @tigergirltail

Mio - @entroart

Jo/Josie/Jizzy - @josphitia

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Mountain - @thecrystalmountainsystem

Diarana - @diarana

Ceri - @mutantceri

Rain - @lynnsenpai

Goldie - @welldrawnfish

Noreo - @noreo-oreo

Mecknavorz - @mecknavorz

Maevis - @squiretilde

Sandy - @sandyca5tle

Mayday - @scrubbinn

Astel - @asteldev

Kayla - @kaylasartwork

Ashen - @ashen-vulture

Tanja - @vy-canis-melodis

Dev - @devin-kin-ward

Aik - @home-sweet-hive

Fae - @deadeyedfae

Behr - @brothrbear

Rai - @theshootingraistar

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-Mars

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UK folks, here's the current list of all trans rights/liberation protests and demos happening in the next week that I've seen so far (in light of the Supreme Court's recent ruling). I will add more as I see them.

Please reblog and add more that you're aware of. And just reblog generally.

Manchester - Fri 18 Apr, 3pm, St Peter's Square

London - Sat 19 Apr, 1pm, Parliament Square

Swansea - Sat 19 Apr, 1pm, Castle Square

Sheffield - Sat 19 Apr, 2pm, Town Hall

Nottingham - Sun 20 Apr, 12pm, Brian Clough Statue

Orkney - Sun 20 Apr, 2pm, footpath between Ayre Mills Roundabout and Shipinsay Slip Car Park

Cardiff - Mon Apr 21, 1pm, Aneurin Bevan Statue, Queen Street

York - Sat 26 Apr, 1pm, St Helens Square

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Harry Potter is fucking unsalvageable at this point and it doesn't matter how much you seperate yourself from the artist/author when the author's bigotry and transmisogyny heavily overshadows anything in that mediocre book.

at this point it signifies that you are complicit in the genocide of trans people, especially trans women and that you don't care that Rowling is profiting off of HP while pushing for the removal of our existence.

love our trans sisters, especially trans sisters of color, more than this fuck ass book.

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Harry Potter is fucking unsalvageable at this point and it doesn't matter how much you seperate yourself from the artist/author when the author's bigotry and transmisogyny heavily overshadows anything in that mediocre book.

at this point it signifies that you are complicit in the genocide of trans people, especially trans women and that you don't care that Rowling is profiting off of HP while pushing for the removal of our existence.

love our trans sisters, especially trans sisters of color, more than this fuck ass book.

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I am a woman, legally or not. i am a lesbian, legally or not. I will not have my sense of self removed by some rich mold riddled children's author or the supreme court.

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Trans women are women. The UK Supreme Court made that clear today.

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(Bird HRT) Flying High, Page 5

Yeah, that's her ringtone.

featuring @ashen-vulture, @brothrbear, @tigergirltail

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Contrary to popular belief, slime girls don't melt into puddles when we go to sleep. We can, in fact, hold a semi-solid form when we aren't awake. That said, non-slimes won't ever know the utter relaxation that comes with pouring oneself into a large bowl/tub/container and fully liquefying. Imagine the best hot bath you've ever taken then multiply it by a thousand.

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A message from me to you.

People ask me sometimes—why do I write only for transfem lesbians? Why center us? Why pour all this love into words meant just for us?

Well, it’s simple.

Because most spaces only mention us. A passing line. Like we’re an afterthought. Like our love, our softness, our fire, our ache—it’s too much, too different, too invisible to be centered.

But I see us.

I see the way we hold each other with trembling hands and brave hearts. I see the girls who tuck down their dysphoria and still find the courage to flirt through misty glasses. I see the butch transfems in oversized flannels and sharp eyeliner. I see the soft girls with trembling voices trying out "she" for the first time. I see the messy, horny, tender chaos of discovering desire on our own terms—slow, emotional, overwhelming, and beautiful.

I write for us because we deserve love notes written in lipstick and late-night tears. We deserve poems, stories, affirmations—not scraps, not apologies. Full pages. Front and center. We deserve to be desired not in spite of who we are, but because of it.

So here’s to the girls like me. The ones whose womanhood doesn’t always fit neat little boxes, but is no less real, no less radiant.

To the trans girls who ache to be held. Who kiss like they mean it. Who long for affection that doesn’t ask them to shrink.

To the girls who make you stammer when they look your way. The ones who giggle and blush and say “stopppp” when you call them pretty—because they’re still learning how to believe it.

To the girls who just want to lie on someone’s chest and feel safe for once. Who burn with slow, hunger that has nothing to do with what's down there, and everything to do with warmth, closeness, intimacy.

I see you. I love you. I’m with you. And I’ll never stop writing about us—our love, our longing, our power, our softness.

I send kisses to all, my lovely little disasters. Don’t ever stop being unbearably, unapologetically you.

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Flying High - Page 4

A real friend appears

feat. @ashen-vulture

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Flying High - Page 3

Making friends! Wait... no...

(ft. @thecrystalmountainsystem, @josphitia, @firestrot, @scrubbinn )

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I do this in dreams, can confirm.

when you're a shapeshifter i bet letting yourself slowly fall off a rooftop only to turn into a bird and fly away feels soooo good

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Slimeshifter HRT Story - Enquiries

I poured out of bed, forming myself into a humanoid form and walking over to my wardrobe. Today was the day I'd arranged to go and talk to Dr. Othek about the weirdness in my transition, as well as ask for any more information he had, so I'd want to get dressed. I hadn't actually told him anything about why I wanted to see him, just that I wanted to talk to him, in person, about some parts of my transition I had questions about.

I finished getting dressed and prepared to head out, quickly extending a few tendrils to grab my phone, purse, and keys from their places as I headed to the door, also using my tendrils to lock the door behind me while beginning to walk down the stairs of the apartment complex. Since starting shapeshifter HRT I'd actually found using my tendrils to do stuff without actually having to move close enough to use my hands incredibly useful. I'd practiced/tried this before of course, but it'd never quite worked before, like it did now, which I suspected was due to the fact that since starting shapeshifter HRT I've had that improved bodily connection, I kinda know what every part of me is doing - its shape and form clear in my mind - add in the ability to see from any part of my body from being a slime, and it's really easy to manipulate and do things with my tendrils now.

I stepped out into the cold morning air, instinctively shrinking a little to help keep myself warm - it was a less fun effect of my transition, not having an internal source of heat meant that the cold hit me a lot more - granted, I didn't need 37 degrees to keep functioning, but as the weather got close to freezing I'd found I had more and more problems, given I was a large percentage water. Despite retreating into my clothes somewhat, it actually wasn't cold enough to pose any risk, but nonetheless I quickly made my way to the clinic.

It really didn't take me long anymore to get to the clinic, perks of living within the city rather than having to travel to it, and I was glad to get out of the cold, quickly talking to the receptionist to confirm my appointment before being directed to the waiting room. As before, I was glad to make use of the tail hole the chairs have, something that I had come to realise was better in Hyper City than back home, but was still very much appreciated as so many places weren't great at accommodating us. On the note of 'us', as I looked around, I once again spied a few people also on various forms of AHRT, a couple I recognised from my previous visits, smiling to myself at seeing the progress they had had. I also noted that generally the creatures here were generally further along, although there were a few who were clearly just starting, which made sense I supposed, it had been at least 2 years since this had become majorly available, so there's plenty of folks who were a good ways into their transition.

It wasn't much longer quietly musing to myself before I was called up, and pointed to the doctor's office - even if I already knew where it was.

"Ah, Miss Sandy, good to see you again," Dr. Othek announced with a wave

"Nice to see you again too!" I replied, smiling

"So, I understand you arranged this appointment to talk about some questions and queries you had about your transition," As he stated this he had a somewhat odd look on his face that I couldn't quite decipher, but it almost seemed like he was trying to say more than he was "I hope everything is going fine with your new medication?" He asked, now changing to a more genuine expression, one of concern

"Oh, yeah, no problems with the shapeshifter meds, been great so far, you should see what I'm doing with my tendrils," I told him. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his face before I quickly realised what I'd said "Just for like grabbing items and- it's like having a bunch of extra arms that can just grab things for me," I quickly explained with a slight blush "I mean, they literally are as far as I'm concerned, just thinner and without fingers," I added thoughtfully

He chuckled "I'm glad you're not having any issues with your treatment," He said professionally "But if you're not here about that then what are you here about?"

"Well, we kinda talked about it last time," I tapped the middle of my torso, indicating my core "But I'd love to know where all my slime is stored," I told him "I mean, I seem to just be able to store endless amounts of matter within myself, which I'm fairly certain is impossible, unless I've got a TARDIS inside me now, which is equally impossible," I explained

"Maybe you just have a large internal capacity," The doctor posited

"Even then I've got more mass than could reasonably fit within something the size of my core, at least not without causing some kind of issue. I mean, you've seen my dragon form, and I can go a lot bigger than that, with that kind of mass condensed into such a small space you'd think something would happen? Instead I'm completely fine, no collapsing in on myself,"

The doctor's eye's widened "Even bigger?" He muttered "I suppose you're right though, that much mass inside such a concentrated area would have some kind of effect," He agreed

"Do you have any idea how it works? I mean, you prescribe the stuff, I hoped you'd know about it," I asked

Dr. Othek looked down, ashamed "I must confess - no, I do not know - or at least not specifics" He told me, much to my surprise and horror. He looked up at my face, seeing my reaction "Before you worry, I know the procedure is safe - or as safe as this kind of thing can be - but I cannot honestly say I fully understand it." He said "I know what is healthy in a human, and I know what is healthy in most animals, so for many patients I have been able to approximate what a healthy midpoint is - of course there has been issues, but in a multidimensional nexus filled with magic, there is always something I can do to help remedy those problems," He paused to breathe "Even the dragons, the sirens, the lamias, there is enough information on each of them that I can guess what works for them, and they're close enough to some terrestrial animals that I have those as references." He let out a sigh "But, for people like you, those whose species are so far divorced from 'normal', I have no reference," He explained "I mean, of course I've tried my best, and as I told you, I believe that it's as safe as it can be, but my information is sorely lacking…" He trailed off

"If you didn't know what you were doing, why did you do this?" I asked, a little anger bubbling through my curiosity

"Because I wanted to help!" He said back to me "And I heard that the only supplier for you all wasn't exactly helpful. So I looked into it and found this company was looking for doctors to partner with to help with distributing the meds to those in need as well as making sure they were healthy, so I starting working for them," He took a pause "At first it was fine - they only had a small selection, and most to all of the effects were documented. But then, as they developed more and more treatments, the documentation on effects and standards became less and less reliable, with patients reporting more and more effects that I was unaware of, and it's honestly felt more and more experimental… And I mean that, I've done a little bit of poking around, and the medicines they're prescribing I can't find any record of them being tested properly,"

My eyes widened a bit at that, and I could tell he seemed distressed about all this, so I bit back the irritation that had been growing at having all of this hidden from me and others like me "So why continue? Why not leave and say something?"

He smiled sadly "Because I want to help. If I leave and say something, then best case the company gets shut down, but that leaves so many folk like you without your medicine," That hit home for me - I hardly wanted to give up this miracle, even if the people behind it seemed questionable in their methods. "Worst case nothing comes of it, I get fired, and they get a less scrupulous doctor who'll just go along with their experiment to God knows what end," He took a breath "So I stay, find out what I can without arousing suspicion and help my patients navigate whatever happens so they can get the body they want,"

I looked at him as he finished talking, the cheerful demeanour he'd always presented with had all but vanished, instead replaced by a man who was tired and stressed "Thank you," I said "I mean, obviously, not a fan of being given experimental meds without my consent, but thank you for trying to keep us all safe and help us,"

"I don't do it for the thanks…. but it is nice to hear it," He replied, rubbing an eye under his glasses "As I've said I can't look much more into whatever is going on, in case they decide to fire me for looking into whatever they're doing, but if you want to look into it yourself, I can point you in the direction of some information sources I've found, may as well have someone look into it, see if it's really as bad as I think," I blink a little in surprise at him "You don't have to of course, it's up to you,"

"Uh, no, it'd probably be goo-d for someone to look into it - I can certainly try, but I'm not sure if I'll find anything," I told him

"An attempt is better than nothing,"

I nodded "I'll try,"

He took a breath, pulling his cheery demeanour back together "Well! It's nice to have that off my chest - nice to have someone to talk to about it," He said "I wish I could have given you better answers miss Sandy, but I hope this conversation has at least been helpful,"

I smiled and nodded "Not quite what I expected, but it's certainly given me some things to think about, thanks doctor,"

We both stood up, giving a handshake, before I headed back out of the office, waving goodbye to the receptionist as I did so.

The walk back consisted of me mostly being lost in thought, mulling over everything the doctor had said - that, while safe, my and others' medication were unknowns, and potentially experimental, which added the extra questions of whether or not we had all been incorporated into one big experiment without even knowing. These thoughts churned away in my mind even as I reached my flat, opening the door, with my claws rather than a tendril this time, and entered, quickly deserting my clothes near the door and leaping onto the sofa, pooling a little as I let my body relax in a way I wasn't sure my mind would for a while.

I had some shit to work out.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sorry it's been a while since the last part of this, got distracted by another project, but dw still continuing this story, and honestly I think the break did me some good. But yeah, hope y'all enjoy the first bit of this where I'm starting to set up some of what is gonna run alongside the normal transition entries of this second part of the series! First - Prev - Next Writing Masterlist Tags under the cut (Let me know if you want to be added)

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@mint-and-authoress, @losttodreams, @redroversendjayover, @ariathelamia, @kanithecatdemon