
He/him, a brand new dragonkin (spiritual reasoning) main blog @tadpoles-and-daydreams, I scream about witchcraft and tarot over there. asks and DM's always open!
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Okay Wait, I Know I Don't Have A Lot Of Outreach On Otherkin Tumblr But I Am Really Curious SO.
Okay wait, I know I don't have a lot of outreach on otherkin Tumblr but I am really curious SO.
To the fellow dragonkin, or anyone whose kintype results in collecting/hoarding things, or really anyone who wants to answer:
What are your hoards? I just love hearing what everyone hoards, especially since my own vary from unique-ish (noncorpeal hoards my beloved) to literally the stereotype (crystals are just gemstones in a different flavor.)
I'll put mine first; Plushies, weird little facts, crystals, and fidgets. My altar is also a hoard, just a hoard I share with my deities <3
Edit: DICE. I FORGOT DICE. I HOARD SO MANY DICE. (At least as many as my budget allows. Genuinely considering getting a pound of dice someday though.)
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"If I get nightmares they better at least be cool nightmares I can write into horror stories."
-me, eating ice cream before bed
My first attempt at writing that's vaguely like poetry: from a dragon
I am not what you think.
I walk around, awkward limbs and flighty mannerisms, and you think I’m strange. You have no idea how strange you would think I am if you only saw what was underneath.
Underneath, I am a creature of the ocean. Something that could never pass as human, and no longer wants to. Saltwater rushes through my veins in secret, silent to everyone but me. To me, it’s a roaring sound of the waves that I have never seen except for within my soul. It yearns to dissolve into the ocean like it could long ago, but for now those days are over and I am hidden underneath skin and muscle.
Underneath, there are wings; fins; antlers. They ache to tear from my back, through my skull. Nonetheless, they stay hidden for me, safe in the silence. Protected like I protected my kin in a lifetime so close to the surface and yet unreachable. Wrapped in a form that no longer coils around them like a serpent, but keeps them hidden from predators well enough I suppose.
I suppose.
I accept my form reluctantly and do what I can to make it mine. I shape it to feel better when I discover my gender, and when I can’t shape it to fit my true self I cover it in things that feel a little more like home. A little more draconic. A little more like the ocean that I never have seen, but feel homesick for anyway.
I do find joy in being in this body, at least. Out there, there are others. Angels working minimum wage, dragons sitting on a park bench, wolves buying groceries. We hide, but we do so to be free. We walk through crowds, and no one notices our scales and fur and feathers. But we do. We see each other, even if from miles away, and we see what’s underneath.
And underneath, none of us are what you think.
(Tags for side commentary/context)