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Comic based on a scene I wanted to make for my first game idea that I scrapped years ago

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Could I ask for a pink and crystalline dragon moodboard?

pink crystalline dragon moodboard!

couldn't find the artist, please let me know if you do so I can credit <3

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species dysphoria isn't so tough when you make a nest with 17 plushies

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Anyway I commed my fursona as a dragon now and she’s amazing looking

Done by @/rondonite :3

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Am I a dragon?? Having a lot of difficulty because I’ve been pretty confident in being a dog therian for a while and then something BROKE and now I’m hyperfixated with DRAGONS and then something broke AGAIN and now I think I’m a dragon otherkin??? And now I don’t like being called a puppy anymore and I’m begging to be a dragon and crying over it and COME ON CAN I BE STABLE FOR FIVE MINUTES

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shh, little thing. how long have you been pretending to be human?

stop that. the beast inside you is cooped up and wants out. don’t deny what you are. we both know it even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself yet.

i can tell. i can see how you look at your hands and flex your fingers, and how you walk around on your toes with your legs close together so your hips sway like they would if you had a tail. i know those feelings - the crushing feeling that something just isn’t there. i felt that too once.

stop hiding from it. embrace it. you were made to spit fire and smoke and rip your enemies in half. creatures like us were never meant for office work or traffic jams or taxes. give in to the dragon inside you. let it out.

build a nest. drop to all fours. sharpen your claws. tear apart the knights who come to slay you in your teeth. shed your soft, delicate human skin in exchange for sleek, glossy scales too strong to be sliced by any blade. feel your back split open as your bones move and your folded wing-limbs emerge and breathe for the first time.

unfurl your wings and feel the sun on them.

fly.

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Ooouuugggg princess dragon….

Human to dragon corruption is so fucking hot. A dragon slayer eating the hearts of their kills to claim the dragon’s strength, not realizing they’re slowly becoming one of the “beasts” they swore to destroy. Adventurer stumbling upon a cursed necklace that seems to just give them some fire resistance at first, and by the time they realize that they can’t take it off they’d already started growing scales and horns. Princess who fell madly in love with the dragon that terrorizes her kingdom struggling more and more to hide her “visits,” with every return trip from the dragon’s layer making her bigger, her eyes filled with more fire, and her teeth just that bit sharper.

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I’m going to cry.

So you're just sitting in front of your computer, doomscrolling to distract yourself from the nonsense dysphoria telling you you're supposed to be a dragon. Suddenly, you hear it: someone knocking at your door, very, very insistently. You freeze at this, immediately considering just ignoring them instead of having to deal with whoever- but then you hear a loud clickety-clack, and the sound of your front door slamming against the wall. Panic grips you as you hear loud thuds and something skittering on the wooden floor, and you lock your wide eyes with the dragoness. She looks harried and like she hasn't slept for the week. Because she hasn't, she's an empath. One you've driven up the wall without meaning to because she's only supposed to sense other dragons' emotions, and none are known to live in your neighborhood. So she had to follow where the radiation of misery was the strongest. That led to you.

The dragoness somehow conveys all this with just a glance as she walks up to you, and takes out some metal bits to weave an enchantment into. This she throws over to you, and you reflexively catch it-

only for a wave of relief course over to you. You suddenly feel them very vividly- the weight of horns on your head, the wings on your back stretching out cramps you didn't know you had, the cold floor your tail is laying on. Even the sensation of your clothes against your scales. For the first time, you stop feeling almost crippled.

The dragoness' posture slumps at the same time with yours. She slurs out a quick explanation that it's an enchantment that creates a sensory illusion of what you're supposed to be, as she doesn't have the gear for a transformation ritual at the moment. Then takes a few wobbly steps towards your bed to pass out on it.

You sit there, still processing the emotional whiplash and euphoric from affirmation through the guilt you caused the dragoness, and wonder if it would be too much of an ask to edit the illusion to make you a girl dragon when she wakes up.

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OUGH SHE IS SO PRETTY

Marisse Masterpost :3

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i’m so genuinely lucky to be dumb as hammers. the simplest things bring me joy. i’ve had several fits of passionate laughing out loud today because i can’t stop thinking of the phrase “one william dollars”

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Confused euphoria???? Might just be dog euphoria but being a robot dog sounds fucking awesome

Fuck you *installs puppy on your robot*

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turret and frankenturrets…

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Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.

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She’s so based for that

gay rabbit woman

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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver