Sarina Nautilee @nautilee@dragon.style

Angie didn't know what she was expecting when she first walked into the office of Dr. Urith. After so long hopping between countless therapists and not getting any closer to what she needed, she was pretty disillusioned to the whole system.

"Hello, dear. Come in, make yourself comfortable!"

Oh my gosh, they weren't some stuffy old person for once, and what's more, she could instantly tell something about the androgynous person in their mid-20s that told her they weren't cis, or even of a binary gender. She stood there in shock. Was this someone that could finally help her?

"Hm? Prefer to stand?" The doctor stifled a giggle, "That's okay. Take your time. My name is Dr. Urith. May I ask a name I can use of yours?"

Their wording gave Angie pause. If she was asked any other way, she would likely have stuck to a safer answer, but everything about this psychologist told her that she could be open.

"Angel. My name is Angel, o-or at least I'd like it to be..."

"That's a beautiful name, Angel, and I fully understand. It's hard to feel like you deserve a name, especially when in your vulnerable position, but I'm here to help you with that." They gestured to the couch next to them, "Please, sit."

While Angel was on her way to sitting down, she noticed a small act from the doctor that she ordinarily wouldn't pay any heed to. They unbuttoned the top button of their woolen cardigan, and pulled it down enough just to make the tiniest of signifiers visible. A tiny little badge, one bearing an emblem that few outside of Angel's circles might recognise.

Seeing Angel's eyes going wide and a gasp as she was about to say something, Dr Urith quickly hushed her with their finger to their lips, "Not a word," She winked. To bring them back on track, she continued, "So, what are your goals for being here today?"

Angel stammered as she tried to return to a topic of normalcy, "O-oh, um. Well, I want to be a girl? I mean I'm already a girl but um,"

"I understand the feeling, and I suspected as much, but do you have any other... Requests?"

The image of the purple stylised double helix twisted around in Angel's mind. She had heard of the Korps, everyone who wanted the things she wanted had, but she was always too afraid of what the government might do if she pursued it. But here the Korps were, sitting right in front of her, and all the little desires that had built up in her came tumbling out.

"I want to be an angel! I-I mean, not human! I want wings and fur and--" Angel suddenly felt the fact that she was spilling secrets she never thought would leave the internet, and her face burned. She fully expected to be ridiculed, but instead, Dr. Urith flashed her a smile that almost melted her heart.

"I know what you need. I'm ending our meeting here, Angel, but we'll be meeting again very soon." The doctor got up from their armchair, and leaned over Angel, whispering "Leave your window unlocked, and sleep with some clothes on. The Korps will be contacting you, and we'll be having another meeting with a lot more privacy."

Y'know, I was talking with some of my girlfriends today and I think I might be polyamorous?

The rescue kittens atop their tower of power.

1989: Robots are scary we should be careful in case they decide to take over the world

2019: My roomba is my best friend and if it wants to run the world I'd let it

sometimes a family is a few hundred queer strangers on the internet

DK

Trans Rights

DK

Donkey Kong Is Trans

Hey if you're a nascent AI monitoring social media to better understand humanity before embarking on global conquest hmu, me and like 20 friends wanna get in touch

Dwaggin

Most of us were eggs at one point or another. Don't let TERFs get to you https://redd.it/amjtcu

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plural people 🤝 very active discord servers

You wake up under something, heavy and warm. Squirm a little, feeling the scales against you. Scales?
Ohh, yes. Scales.

Pleasant. You remember her giving you permission to feel them. You run your fingers along her body again. It's such a nice feeling, the smoothness and the small gaps between that your fingers ride across.

Rumbling. You don't even notice at first, it's so deep and at peace. She's... Is this a dragon equivalent to purring? You might ask her when she wakes up.
Nevertheless, her slumber remains comfortable and her... Purrs? Seem comfortable.

So you keep it up. Rythmically feeling the scales and petting along them. Feeling a wing wrap you up more. Your body relaxes more again, slowly.
"You deserve more sleep. Claim it."
Was she awake the whole time? Well, her advice is very sound... 💤​

Look at this chonky squashboi I bought. It's 2116g.

pit stop kobold krew that attends to incoming dragons, tired after long flights

letting the wings rest in a neutral position is important - two dedicated subteams, one for each wing - rush out with padded scaffolding, for the dragon to stretch their wings out onto. Others with hot air guns (= hair dryers) and toasty towels work over and under the wings, drying condensation off and heating the muscles back into looseness after hours or potentially days in the freezing air of the upper atmosphere.

It really wasn't until the 90s that we set up any sort of real systems of preservation for video game source code.
Yet we still insist that we should legally treat games like film and text. The vast majority of the history of this medium will exist only in the illegally distributed copies that remain after the official channels dry up.
Piracy is possibly one of the most positively impactful actions you can take for the medium as a whole.