Hey Guys Remember This? Remember How I Said "I Don't Think My Draconic Identity Is Going To Be Effecting

Hey guys remember this? Remember how I said "I don't think my draconic identity is going to be effecting my pronouns at all" and I said it with my full chest and I meant it and believed it?

I sure do! And then I called myself "it" and woah would ya lookit that, new pronoun fucking acquired!

Would you want to use Dranonic pronouns as neos?

I fully respect neopronouns, and think they're cool as hell- but I could never use them myself. Not because there's some underlying dislike of them, but primarily because... idk man that's just so much work. I can barely get the guts up to correct someone when they don't use he/him for me, and those are pronouns that are already normalized.

But, of course, that's not the only reason- otherwise I would recognize it as a thing I wanted to do but couldn't. But as is I just don't feel like any I've seen would fit right, and frankly all the dragon-y ones I've seen just don't flow right in a sentence in my brain. Like if I had to use neopronouns I'd want them to be pretty and flowy sounding. Ultimately I do think that there are ways I'd like to express being draconic more, but I don't think pronouns are quite where it fits.

Loki: god of foreshadowing

Bold can be skipped if you know me from my main since you likely already know this: My mom and I are both witches. We work with Loki, amongst other deities, and most of our deities prefer what I call "direct communication." AKA we get thoughts that aren't our own, words, images, that sort of thing, and we know it's them. This is important context.

So, Loki has been emphasizing a theme of shapeshifting in my + my mother's life lately. Like, we'll be talking about something, and whenever they can one of us will get this quiet "shapeshiftiiiiiiiing" stage whisper in our heads. Sometimes we'll both pick it up, but usually it's whoever it's relevant to most at the moment.

The thing about this is... uh... we figured out why.

Long story short, turns out my mom is otherkin too. She's a polymorph, but specifically a gryphon. (Not sure if she's more of a gryphon who shapeshifts, or a polymorph who's got a few favorite forms and one of them is a gryphon. I keep forgetting to clarify.)

But wait, there's more! /ref I don't have a single draconic form. In fact, whereas I thought I had one and then maybe two (one for land and one for the ocean) I... probably basically had a bunch of traits to pick and choose from as I so pleased. Mix and match. Also, mimicry. Like a cuddlefish or octopus. The reason that I have (privately, I haven't posted about it) been struggling to figure out what my draconic form looked like is because... well, there's no one answer. It looked like whatever the fuck I wanted it to look like.

So yeah. UPG, Loki is now the god of foreshadowing to me.

thinking about whale falls

(inspired by the work of @catadromously )

being otherkin be like

UGH y'know what I'm gonna admit it:

I wish I could make silly little dragon noises. Like, idk something about being able to make inhuman sounding noises particularly makes me happy. Part of it is because they would be great vocal stims, too! There's just... one problem with that.

My voice never does what I want it to!!! ever!! I've had lots of reminders lately that I don't sound right in my brain. Not just the gender aspects, but like- I should be able to make noises! I should be able to have a much wider vocal range than I do. Not in pitch, but in like.... idk, flavor? I should be able to make a bunch of different sounds and I'm not. I'm hoping that doing voice training for gender reasons will help with that, since I'll actually learn to have some control over my voice. I'm just feeling particularly salty about it today, and wanted to throw it into the void since I know some other alterhumans will probably be able to relate.

everything I know about dragons

June 18th, 2024 [draft]

they are scaled hearts born

from visions of sperm whales

blowing smoke in the vast sea.

they are victims of rightousness,

they fall beneath the sword,

forked tongues hanging from

bloodied mouths as,

one after the other,

they are beheaded.

they are born in rivers

and spit fire and burrow

in the cool earth. they

live alone and don't know why.

they are just beasts.

they are just beasts.

and they hunger like any of us.

I hunger like any worm

at the bottom of a well.

let the sword fall cold

against my chest, but

draw no blood. I just want

to be close to somebody.

that is all that I know.