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The feminine Alpha urge to choke him and hold him down while I knot him repeatedly full of my children (⁠✿⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ)

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To my miscelapin folks

all sold

a selection of my rabbit (and rabbit adjacent) pottery

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That's so me coded

singularity

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take to the woods

prints

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Miscecore

words to live by

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I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain

If this is a prison I’m willing to bite my own chain

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• ☽ THE ALTAR ☾ •

Bring me the wine and the fruits of the orchard,

Lay the tapestry flat on the table of stone.

Bring me your prayers and gifts to be offered,

To the goddess we'll sing all the songs that we know.

On our altar you'll find all our symbols of fortune,

Pearly bright shells and polished old bone.

Carved ancient symbols with secrets inside 'em,

Coarse wool and ribbons that were carefully sewn.

The night begins in chant that turns to howling,

The full moon adorns the sky all alone.

The table is set, the embers are flying,

We cast the old magic from the ancestral' tome.

As we pray to the mother, powerful goddess,

My siblings, they match me in pitch and in tone.

The stars there around her, always to guide us,

The nightly trance takes us, binds us as one.

The morrow rises as our last spell is conjured,

The candles die with the wind carried from home.

The light of the sun meets our spirits now nurtured,

The Altar is spent, its power now all of our own.

We leave the table following calls from the Warren,

In the wind of the dawn our songs are free now to roam.

Ephemeral spells made to be orphaned,

Like the tide that retreats and leaves behind the white foam.

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You stradling my thigh. Naked save for the neck guard around your neck and the ropes keeping your hands behind your back. Me leaning back on my chair, carelessly eating a handful of grapes that are far more worthy of my attention at that moment than your pitiful form is.

My cold uncaring eyes scanning your trembling form. Daring you. Challenging you to move before you're allowed. Defy me, rebel against me, my pup.

I know you want to move your hips. To throw caution to the wind, ignore my every warning and just rut against me like a hungry bitch til your climax makes your whole body shudder. I'll let you of course. Won't tear my eyes from you as you ruin yourself like an untamed animal.

The room is silent, save from your whines and moans bouncing off the walls. I just listen to your hedonistic chanting and smile as you cum with such force that your eyes roll into your head.

As you come down from your high. I pick you up gently. I lay you on the rug right in front of the roaring fireplace. And move away to retrieve the tools of my craft. The instruments of your correction.

As I come back. Your eyes are stil swirling and your breathing still uneven.

What a sight. So pitiful. So weak.

But you're not so naive, are you, pup? I know you're not because you are anticipating what's to come from the very moment you started to move.

You knew what the rules were, love. You knew the price of your defiance.

And as the leather whip slithers from my fingers, unraveling all the way to the floor with a thud, the question now is...

Can you afford it?

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Me on a friday night trying to be cute and convince my Omega to let me eat them out and knot them again for the 10th time that day™.

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Don't worry, Omega. I'll leave my pet to guard you in your heat while I'm away. Sleep easy. Dream of nice things. Because when I come back no guard-dog can stand between me and knotting you full of my pups til you're howling with the rising sun.

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A tall, long haired Omega with a pretty face and a swishy dress just, karting their fingers on my scalp, and singing me a mystic song after a day of work and being sick could literally cure me. I believe that with my soul.

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Thinking about beautiful Omegas lounging bare in the sun. Free of care and free or worry, because they have a whole Warren around them that cares for them and sees them as pack.

Thinking about the same Omegas dancing in the night around a fire, howling like wolves and praising old goddesses.

Thinking about the same Omegas round with children that their Alphas, who planted them in their womb, await for proudly because they're the future of the pack.

Thinking about Omegas being courted with whittled objects, shells and seasonal herbs and fruits by their mates, who want nothing more than to hear them purr in joy at the sight of a gift they like.

Thinking about Omegas that use river stones for divination. Omegas that paint themselves and others with natural dyes. Omegas who sing cryptic and spell laced songs to the wind and pass them to their pups.

Just thinking about wild Omegas.

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Omega in their natural habitat: Fae-blessed spaces.

Making shapes in the bluebells

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• ☽ CHILD OF THE CRESCENT-BORN STAR ☾ •

At the base of my spine I carry a truth live like fire,

Of fangs and claws, at my birth given none,

But my innards, they burn with a savage desire,

And I'm not my mother's lone only son.

For this body was cast on earth bare, weak and poor,

The moon that has birthed me, her power lays farther,

I want to embrace it, consume it, make it my cure,

My siblings, they fuel the flames just like fodder

For I'm not my mother's lone only son.

I've seen my reflection bright in true colour,

I dance to the goddess with chant that is sure,

I pray for the night to cleanse me like water,

And I ask for the moon to free her own daughter,

To make my spirit wild and pure.

I walk through the earth knowing now how to call this,

The child of animal alignment and soul.

I dream of my kin as one in the solstice,

Entwined, laid together, finally whole.

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Praise me Omega! Did I do a good job? Did I bring you a nice kill?

good boy but in the way you praise a hunting dog after you have it gore something

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Proper Omega posture.

Want to have my pretty boy like this

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Some real hard decisions.

A constant struggle I wanna praise you and make you all giggly but I also want to humiliate you and then mock you for cumming