#🌲 *marks scent*

[swooningshadow]

this one's for the hard doms and subs—the ones who know what they are, what they're for, and the roles they play. doms who know their power and demand respect. subs who know their place and crave subjugation. we complete each other. we're meant for this. it's natural. it's beautiful. it's foundational.

it's unconditional love—redefined.

[livinglycan]

☽ ~ The sand shifts beneath your paws and the scent of salt fills your nostrils ~ 𓃥

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ "𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍" ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Ello!! You can call me Theo, Ari, or Feng! I'm transmasc and my pronouns are He/It/That + any dog or (were)wolf related neos! I'm (feralromantic) aroallo, MLM/Gay, wolfdog freak, and objectum.

Feralromantic and wolfdog freak are both coins termed by me!

I am a werewolf. This is not a kintype, I am physically a werewolf. I’ll still post under the werewolfkin tags because I feel like werewolfkin can relate to my experience. I am a therian and otherkin but stuff relating to that can be found on my main blog, @confused-canid where I interact from. I appreciate the use of tone tags for me!

This blog is for me posting about me being a werewolf, or werewolf related things! This could be my selfships, art writings, etc.! My tags are: #Running with the wolves🐺 - Talking with my mutuals! #Howling at the moon🌕 - Original posts that are text! #Weird little claw marks✏️ - My art! This will usually be paired with text so it will be tagged as #Howling at the moon🌕 and as #Weird little claw marks✏️! #yapping back🌙 - Responding to asks! #Tasty posts🦴 - reblogs relating to this blog but not therian related or my own (usually used for posts I’m saving for later), #Rabies🥩 - Gore, animal death, angry stuff, and other things that make me hungry, #Home🌲 - Heart-home (Vancouver island) stuff, #Mother🏹🦌 - Artemis worship related things, #Little wolf🐾 - Agere posts (rbs and original ones

Theriotypes:

~Harlequin great Dane

~Bottlenose dolphin

~Western coyote (unsure what type but one that lives in or near Kansas, prairie dwelling)

~Leopard seal

~ Rocky mountain Bighorn sheep

Kintypes:

~Merfolk

~Two legged dragon

~Marble fox Kitsune

Others:

~Equidae clado hearted

~Changeling holothere

~ Lemon shork (Kaiju paradise)

~ Like slime pup (Kaiju paradise)

~ Nightcrawler (Kaiju paradise)

~ Chocolate sprinklekit (Kaiju paradise)

~ Lockheed SR-71 blackbird

DNI: Basic DNI criteria+, NSFW blog, make a lot of nsfw posts about werewolves, Radqueer, RCTA, Proship or any variants of it, Demonizes cluster B disorders or delusions/are an ableist, Zionist/pro Israel (Get tf off my blog. Seriously. Like, leave right now. I will maul you.), antikin, fakeclaimer, anti researched self diagnoses, pro Trump, pro Biden (Trump is bad and so is Joe. He is directly funding the genocide against Palestine.), anti ACAB, Pro contact for harmful paras (People w/ big 3 and other harmful (if acted on) paras can interact but don’t go against the rest of my DNI. I hope you can recover, I'm proud of you. You can do this.), anti atypical dysphoria, or are here to debate me about my identity.

Anyways, bye creatures!

Last updated July Fith 2024

I live in the central daylight timezone / CT, in case you want to talk

a lot of this was just to show off these dividers

^silly little werewolf gif collage ^^

[waratah-vroom]

waratah's (over) 100 follower celebration!

I've reached (over) 100 followers so I'm doing a little celebration! I racked my brain thinking of a cute theme so let's design our own perfumes! No longer taking orders

🍊🌲🧁 - Green Thumb (ms47)

🍊🍋🧁☕ - Secret Whispers (ln4)

🌱🍋☕️- Question Mark (ln4)

🌹🌲🪵 - Scandalous (ms47)

🍊🍋🧁☕ - Rumour Has It (ln4)

🌹🍋🔥 - Silly Season (ln4)

🍊🍋🔥 - Eavesdropper (ln4) (part 2 to Silly Season)

🌱🌲🧁 - Good Vibes (ms47)

🌹🍋☕ - Unrequited Love (ln4)

🌹🌸🔥 - The Glance (cl16)

🌱🌲🔥 - Constant Motion (ms47)

Choose one scent from each category below and then give it a name.

All perfumes are made to order 💌

Top note: 🍊 orange - social media post 🌹 rose - drabble 🌱 basil - mags’ choice

Middle note: 🌸 honeysuckle - Charles Leclerc 🍋 lemongrass - Lando Norris 🥜 cardamom - Daniel Ricciardo 🌲 pine - Mick Schumacher

Base note: 🪵 sandalwood - famous!reader 🔥 tobacco - f1!reader (driver, admin, presenter, mechanic, etc) 🧁 vanilla - wife/fiancée/girlfriend!reader ☕️ coffee - relative!reader (choose the sibling/parent e.g Toto's daughter or Lewis's sister)

Finally give it a name: 🔘 Scandalous | 🔘 Unrequited Love 🔘 Eavesdropper | 🔘 Silly Season 🔘 Dirty Laundry | 🔘 Green Thumb 🔘 Mirror Mirror | 🔘 Cosy Night 🔘 Good Vibes | 🔘 Constant Motion Find more prompts here

Example: 🍊🌲🧁 - Green Thumb (social media post with Mick x wife!reader called Green Thumb) > read it here

(Feel free to use this model for your own celebration nights, just please tag me! It took forever to come up with the format and i'd love to see how people change it up!)

[fics-not-tragedies]

In a Week: Chapter 22 🌲

Words: 2648; Warnings: none, unless you want one for drinking alcohol and another one a bit of spicy talk then you have them; Summary: An intoxicating mix of desire, playfulness, and escalating tension.

Hozier tag list:

@letoursilencebreaktonight; @angelpeachamber; @sgt-morgan; @julessbrown

Tuesday, 8pm

Flo sipped on her drink quietly for a while, the silence comfortable as she switched between glasses to prompt a feeling of tipsiness she was chasing after. Her mind was half lust now, half sadness and she needed distraction from both. The wash of alcohol in her throat seemed the only logical answer.

Every now and then she’d meet Andrew’s eyes or better yet, catch him observing something in the room with inquisitive excitement and it’d push her further towards the idea of letting go. Their brief moment of effortless flirtation had made her heart race again, everything else but his deep scent and the burn of his touch on her hip fading away. So she kept drinking to stifle how pathetically desperate she felt, finding the way she was almost ready to beg for him to take her.

“Were you a horse girl?” Andrew asked, snapping her attention back to his suddenly.

“What does that mean?” she laughed, feigning insult as she clutched her chest, though intrigued by how his mind was working.

“Somehow you look like, em, you were fascinated by horses at some point of your life…” he laughed, “I don’t know, maybe it’s in your hair?”

“My hair? What’s so horse-y about my hair?” she laughed back, “Are you implying I have a mane, Andrew?”

“Oh, no, no, I just…” he shook his head, now worried he had actually offended her.

“I’m just joking” she watched her assurance soothe him then nodded quickly in confirmation, picking up and finishing the contents of her Sex on the Beach, “I wanted one, but I never had one.”

“So you never had a ride?” he winked, licking along his lip, unable to resist.

“Not for a while” she sighed back quickly, the fire to fight him with her own suggestiveness building again. She raised her eyebrow and watched him prepare himself as he shifted forward in his seat, “not a good one anyway.” 

Andrew swallowed hard, chuckling at the way they could never resist playing their little games with each other. Her lips were pouty as she smiled at him confidently and he found himself amused by the lipstick mark on her second almost drained glass, making a note to try and work it into a lyric somehow in the future.

“Em, tell me something you’ve never told me about…” he drawled, finishing his drink prematurely, the rich taste of liquor in his mouth only increasing his curiosity about her.

“Oh there’s so many things you don’t know about me” she told him, leaning forward on her palm.

“Give me a couple then.”

“I’m afraid of jellyfish…” she announced.

“Really?” he laughed, his nose wrinkling as she continued to speak.

“I can sleep anywhere. Used to take gymnastics as a kid.”

“Flexible” he noted in a way that only made her speak quicker to ignore his comment.

“Love Vietnamese food and I’m pretty good at making it.”

He nodded, licking his lips, taken off guard by her next question.

“Your turn…”

“I don’t know what to tell you, love” he mumbled, scratching underneath his jaw with his index finger, “em… there’s nothing really that interesting.”

“How rich are you?” she spat in response, giggling immediately afterwards at the audacity of her question. 

Andrew’s eyes widened, thankful he didn’t have his mouthful.

“How rich am I?” he repeated back at her, raising his eyebrows. 

Her question didn’t really shock him, she was always straightforward when possessed with an idea or something she needed the answer to, but he wasn’t sure how to approach it. “Well, em, the Internet says I’m worth $6 million.” 

“Is that true?” she replied, eyes wide as she finished her second cocktail.

“I don’t know, is it?” he smirked.

Flo rolled her eyes at how difficult he was being. Andrew leant back in his chair with a deep chuckle, staring at their empty glasses. She caught onto his eye line, the lack of drink in front of them when they were both secretly trying to make each other cave seriously alarming. He was already feeling a little light headed from his one overly expensive drink, the pressure of the day and the beauty sitting opposite him leaving him with a thirst he needed to quench just to feel a sense of balance. She was about to open her mouth to push him further on the previous conversation, wanting him to share more of himself with her, but Andrew was already speaking again in an attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“What now?” he asked, his eyes grazing over Flo’s impatient face. 

“Tequila shots” she replied without falter or hesitation, as if it were foolish of him to even ask.

Andrew pulled a face of disgust and discontent at the idea, shaking his head.

“I don’t usually-”

“I don’t usually do any of the things we’ve done this weekend” she replied, cutting him off so that he couldn’t argue with her then began counting on her fingers: “Karaoke. Skinny dipping. Running away from wild boars. Tree climbing. Smoking. Jacuzzi…” 

Flo stopped herself from talking though the list was endless, too eager for more, to lose her inhibitions fully, to let her mask of complete control slip so that she could let him in again. She cleared her throat dramatically, reached into her bag for her card then stood from the table, pointing one finger at him.

“Mister Andrew Hozier Byrne, you’re doing tequila shots with me.”

He opened his mouth in protest but his lips curled upwards instead, the need to fulfill her every wish prevailing.

“Are you sure you can handle, em, all of those mixed alcohol consumption, love?”

“We’ll see” she mumbled, already on her way to the bar.

Tuesday, 8:15pm

Unable to keep her eyes from tracing the outline of her body, Andrew adjusted his chair slightly and watched her draping herself over the bar as she ordered more drinks, watched her laughing, watched her charisma exude as she flirted back and forth with the bartender. He shook the ridiculous feeling of jealousy from his mind and tried instead not to lose control each time her ass wiggled, her hips shook, the way she dragged out each movement as she pointed at various bottles was so addictive. Part of him knew she was putting on act for him and he knew he was playing right into her hands by being so attentive to it, but he couldn’t resist, the bite on his lip hard when she looked back over her shoulder and caught him staring at her, half of her plump lips turned up in satisfaction. 

When she returned moments later, the bartender followed her over with a tray. She sat down, still wearing a satisfied grin at the way Andrew was watching her.

“Of fuck…” he breathed as the bartender placed three shots in front of them both then nodded to the man before he could walk away.

Flo watched him staring at each of the tiny glasses for a moment, a laugh breaking through her at his serious expression.

“Are they all the same?” he asked, looking up at her briefly.

Flo shook her head and pointed to each in turn as she spoke.

“Vodka. Sambuca. Tequila.”

“Bloody hell, love…” he breathed again, shaking his head at her in bewilderment.

“I know… it’s a bad idea.”

“It’s a very bad idea…” he confirmed.

“Vodka first?” she giggled.

“Alright” he nodded, carefully taking his glass between his index finger and thumb, shakily narrowing his eyes at the clear liquid. She lifted her own glass and brought it to his with a minute ringing sound.

“To you” she decided grandly, wetting her lips in preparation.

“To me?” he mumbled back, locking her gaze.

“Yeah - for everything you’ve done so far for me” she continued sincerely, “I’ve had the best two days with you, Andy, and the week hasn’t ended yet.”

“Awww, Flo…” he cooed, his smile wide and unparalleled by any other in the room, “It was a pleasure.”

They both nodded in silent confirmation then brought the glasses to their lips, tipping the contents back and wincing instantly.

“Lemon?” he groaned, his eyes fluttering in shock as he tried to open his mouth to speak properly. He shook out the aftershock of the strong spirit.

“Yep” she gasped, bringing the empty glass back down with a thud, prompting him to do the same.

Flo clearly didn’t need as much time to recover, she was already picking up the next glass and Andrew quickly scrambled to do the same, not wanting her to leave him behind.

“This one’s for you then,” he drawled quickly, nodding towards her, “For being, em, so delightful. And for putting up with my shite personality.”

“Andrew-” she laughed.

“And for being an absolute stunner” he added, lips pouty as he rested the glass against them. 

Flo giggled back timidly, trying not to read too much into his words then quickly brought the glass to her own lips.

“Bleughhh…” he shuddered as soon as he’d swallowed the aniseed flavoured liqueur, Flo’s laugh struggling to make its way out as she made a similar noise, face screwing up, “That was fucking terrible.”

She nodded, eyebrows raised dramatically then blinked herself back to the room to grab the last one. 

“Tequila” she sang off-key, mocking the famous tune. Andrew laughed then rested his glass against hers for a moment, “Who’s this for then?” she asked.

“Us” he told her convincingly, his accent thick as he allowed himself to get lost in the green of her eyes, “Flo and Andy, Andy and Flo…”

Flo’s breath hitched in her throat. He was looking at her with so much warmth, so intent to what she needed to hear without ever having to ask for it. She wasn’t ready for that to be over. And now that she allowed herself a moment to stop repressing her feelings, she couldn’t stand the thought of never knowing what he looked like in the morning, of never finding out how he’d react to her touches when they were less than innocent, of never knowing what he kissed like when he didn’t have to hold back. But most of all, she wasn’t ready to be Flo without Andy, and had grown so accustomed to both him and the person he prompted her to be. She didn’t want it all to fade, didn’t want Flo and Andy, Andy and Flo to be in the past.

“To us” she mumbled, her throat dry.

“To us” he repeated back.

With one last look of lust and frustration and everything they couldn’t say - they threw their drinks back with a synchronized flair each reeling from the strength of the tequila.

Flo managed to swallow the burning liquid, but her legs were like jelly, hands flat on the table to steady herself. Her head was dizzied from the things she was feeling and struggling to process along with the alcohol working its way into her bloodstream. Andrew smacked his lips together as he shook the tequila from his system. 

“Andrew, love?” she purred with an excitable grin, only stopping when she saw his confused expression, “What?” she shrugged, “You call me love all the time so I think it’s only fair…”

He nodded, laughing at her ridiculousness. 

Tuesday, 8:30pm 

Her breath caught in her throat, scared to so much as breathe as they stepped inside, acting as orderly as she could muster. Her head felt light as she tried to focus on anything but Andrew. He was leant against the wall opposite her, watching her intently, could sense the way she was holding herself and didn’t like it. Her entire body was rigid and tense, her shoulders locked, gaze pinned to the floor as soon as he tried to meet it.

Andrew let out a shaky breath, running his hands through his hair, his nose wrinkling as he shut out thoughts of having Flo in the way he wanted. With the most subtle movement he could, he pressed the button for her floor, watched it light up with a yellow glow and watched the doors close. As soon as the doors were closed Flo felt the claustrophobia creeping up on her. The silence was thick and unbearable. They both recalled how close they were again. So close. They were so close so many times.

Andrew couldn’t stand the nothingness now, the complete contrast, the vast opportunity for so much to be said and done that was being repulsively wasted by their wary reluctance to cave for the things they knew they both wanted. He stared at the paneled wall above her head, his feet, the ceiling and then he found her face again, drawn to her features like a magnet.

“Flo…” he sighed. She didn’t grace him with a look, kept her eyes anywhere but his face as she processed the shock deep in her bones that she was losing control. They sailed the floors slowly, time dragging out the inevitable.

Then, letting go of the remainder of his own control, Andrew strode forward, finally closing the gap between them, her body backing against the wall of the lift. His hands found her face again without apology, the curve of her jaw slotting perfectly into his palm and though she couldn’t bring herself to look at him for fear she’d combust under his warm gaze, she leant into it like it was natural, unable to fight herself. Her own hands were pressing against his warm abdomen and though she couldn’t actually remember reaching out to touch him, his shirt was now bunched up in her grip. She bit her lip hard as she stared at her hands, the concentration it took not to fall forward into him making her feel dizzy. He was dangerously close to her now and she shook her head at the impossibility of the situation, trying to ignore the way his cologne surrounded her, the inebriating warmth of his body, the way he was cradling her face between his hands.

“Flo…” he purred repetitively.

She lifted her eyes quickly to his, the comforting muddy green she found there melting her entirely and she had just about managed to catch her breath before Andrew’s lips were on hers, stealing away her every thought with the way he moved them.

Her whole body hummed instantly with electricity, caught off guard, on edge, her head telling her how wrong it was but a second later she was sighing with relief, her body curving into his and she couldn’t fight it. His lips were chapped but warm and he worked them over hers like he dreamt of it and had had practice. It had barely begun and already it was better than she allowed herself to imagine it, the images she formed over and over in her head every time he came too close or made her feel the same level of ecstasy she was now sailing in nothing compared to the way he was taking care of her every need right now.

His hands slipped down to the sides of her neck to keep her close, instantly needing more from her, willing to give it all in return if she’d let him and her head rapped against the wall as he stepped further into her. Her lips tasted sweet, like champagne bubbles and decadence and he allowed himself as much as he could possibly get, so lost in her, already aware of the moment slipping away beneath his finger tips.

Then he suddenly remembered who he was, who she was, what he was doing - and flinched away abruptly, his lips leaving hers painfully, slightly hung open in shock. His hands trembled a little at the sides of her neck, his eyebrows creasing as he pulled away with a look of genuine hurt, terrified he’d made a mistake again.

[swooningshadow]

happy anniversary kiddo.

daddy just made my pussy bleed 🥴🥴

[wisteria-project-archives]

S!Wis's story - the long version 🧡

[MTAS spoilers below]

🌲 Before Sandrock

Wis knew that she wanted to be a builder from a young age, when she discovered how much she liked working with her hands. From doing chores on her father's berry farm, to watching her mother on her sewing machine, she was always driven to making and moving. She graduated from Highwind's Builder Academy with decent grades, nothing too special.

Soon after, she bought a small building on the north edge of Highwind West, next to a sprawling pine forest. The region's famous winds would blow the refreshing scent of pine down the street everyday, and so Wis named her new workshop with that as her inspiration: Fresh Pines.

However, increasing corruption in the Commerce Guild eventually led to smaller or newer workshop owners like her being pushed out of the business with the lack of significant commissions, instead funneling most of the work to the wealthiest and those most in favor of the Commerce Guild's administration. Without any work, Wis was forced to close her workshop's doors after just over a year, and to find work as a contractor for one of those larger workshops.

Unrest amongst the disenfranchised builders began to stir, Wis included. A movement began to gain momentum for the Highwind government to investigate and eliminate the corruption and the suspicious practices of the Commerce Guild, and for tighter regulations to be passed on how it could distribute work across all its members. Unfortunately, the Highwind government was only moved to do very little, like conduct internal reviews of the Commerce Guild, which obviously turned up no wrongdoing. Discouraged, the builders' movement began to lose members, and those remaining could not sustain the same kind of attitude or momentum they used to have with greater numbers.

🌵 A Fresh Start in Sandrock

One day, several years after she lost her workshop, Wis was on her way to work when she saw an ad in the paper: Sandrock was looking for builders. And they'd provide workshops! With barely an ounce of hesitation, she applied, got accepted, and packed her bags to move out to Sandrock. Aside from Nia and her family, no one knew what she was doing or where she was going. Eventually, after enough time, Wis would wonder if she betrayed the builders' movement by suddenly vanishing and seizing an opportunity for herself, even if was in a completely different place, and she wasn't deeply involved with organizing the movement's efforts.

Aside from the heat, she took to Sandrock immediately, what with its constant need to upkeep its vital infrastructure and its sparse amount of staffing. She grit her teeth against the machinations of Yan, who was very clearly trying to exploit her building experience to get more work out of her, and built up rapport with the townsfolk. In no time at all, she found herself a part of this toughskinned, but warm little community.

🌠 Wis and Qi 🌙

In particular, she found herself forming an unexpected bond with Qi. Despite their initial general apathy towards each other (and Wis's annoyance towards Qi), the construction of the mobile suit marked a sudden shift. By that point, they'd already seen their mutual interest in Old World relics, and the quality of each other's work, and from that point on, they began to grow closer as friends. It certainly helped that learning Wis was a clone only sparked Qi's interest in spending more time with her, under the guise of studying.

Their objectives in life were more or less on opposite ends of the spectrum. Wis wanted a life where she could perform fulfilling work and figure out what else made her happy on the side, like her hobbies and interests in gardening and history. What Qi wanted more than anything else was for his work (and by proxy, himself) to be recognized by his peers in Vega 5, after having a key piece of his work stolen and taken credit for, and no one coming to his aid in the aftermath. Wis was planning on staying in Sandrock for good. Qi saw Sandrock as a stepping stone for his eventual return to Vega 5.

In spite (or perhaps because?) of the contrast, they grew closer. Their curiosity for each other grew, they grew to enjoy each other’s company more, and soon the first hints of romantic thoughts crept into their heads. Wis more readily accepted her growing feelings, though Qi...could not at all say the same for his own. If anything, he tried to pretend that it was some sort of ailment, someone else's thoughts interfering with his own, or just some...thing that couldn't possibly be a part of him.

When tensions began to rise with the water theft and the infiltration of Duvos gradually coming to light, with Wis gradually being inserted into a pivotal role of keeping Sandrock safe, somewhat against her own will, and Qi wrestling with increasing internal conflict about his feelings, his work, and his life's goals, so too did their feelings.

It wasn't until Wis fell over a cliff per Logan's plans that things finally began to spill over.

In this newly-revealed scheme with Duvos, keeping some of the heaviest secrets, suddenly being asked to fight well outside her capacity as a builder with dozens of lives she cared about on the line, Wis needed some form of stability. Everything was changing so quickly and she had nothing to anchor herself with.

Despite fighting his own mind and heart for so long, trying to convince himself that he wanted and needed nothing outside his work success, trying to drown himself in work to try and numb himself with things he could understand and explain away with pure empiricism and logic, Qi couldn't deny the sudden wave of agony that had taken hold soon after Wis was reported to have fallen.

And so, one starry night when they both finally had a moment of calm after Wis came "back from the dead", alone together out in the sandy outskirts, they talked. They fell silent. There was a wordless moment of understanding. And then their lips gently met.

⚔️ The Invasion and the Aftermath

The invasion was stressful, to say the very least. Wis really didn’t appreciate quite literally falling into the role of one of the town’s only defenders, particularly when it came to Grace, not only who she thought was a trusted friend, but also who she trusted to do better than a scheme like Logan’s weird little Secret Test of Character (tm). On the other side, the rest of the town was recovering surprisingly well after being witness to an act of war. So while the rest of the Alliance sings Wis’s praises and calls her a hero, she still has to endure nightmares and basophobia, and she feels like she’s being left behind.

It takes a while for her to be able to work through the trauma to get it down to a level to where it doesn't bother her on a near constant basis, and to send the message out to others that her being a fabled hero was the last thing she wanted. She was just a builder. A person. Push came to shove and she had to step outside that box, and she succeeded, but the fact remained that she was shoved.

Gradually though, with time and the help of some of her clone sisters, her friends, and her new partner, she heals. And she helps Sandrock heal in the process, helping become the Jewel of the Eufaula that it always deserved to be.

🌄 What’s next?

Hard to say! I think later on into MTAS Act 3 she and the other builders in the region organize into a rough little union. Considering Wei is generally pretty agreeable and actually has some concern for his employees, they probably use it as a pilot and a template for other commerce guilds around the Alliance and encourage the builders there to follow suit. And Wis takes advantage of her reputation to sway that into happening. Especially in Highwind, which started this entire business in the first place!

She does eventually get married and way later down the line she builds a robochild, but with the events of MTAE, we’ll have to see. When she received word that P!Wis was planning on going to Settlement 2, she was immediately skeptical. She knew the true motivation behind the Northern Development Plan, and even though P!Wis would be the governor, she could see that the military would just as easily flick her aside if they saw fit. Worse, she effectively becomes a puppet leader for them, or worse still…she loses herself to the most extreme Anti-Duvos barkers, and advocate to conquer and colonize just as Duvos has. Plus, with all the shit that S!Wis had to deal with Duvos in MTAS, she's absolutely not jumping the gun to leave behind a community that she fought to preserve and move out to a war front. Considering the MTAS builder's slated to appear in MTAE, we'll have to see how that story plays out...

[warriors-name-generator]

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🌲 LEADER: Scorchstar - cream colored she-cat with golden eyes

[86 Moons || Ambitious || Smart || Very Low Exp]

🍄 DEPUTY: Mousesight - brown tabby tom with a long tail

[65 Moons || Faithful || Great Teacher || Very Low Exp]  

🌲 MEDICINE CAT: Oliveheather - calico tom with dark green eyes

[133 Moons || Righteous || Strong Connection To StarClan || Very Low Exp]  

WARRIORS:

🍄 Talonjay - longfurred silver tom with darker spots

[110 Moons || Playful || Good Hunter || Very Low Exp || Mate: Mintleaf]

🌲 Mintleaf - white she-cat with ginger markings

[102 Moons || Fierce || Great Fighter || Very Low Exp || Mate: Talonjay]  

🍄 Cedarwish - black tom with a bobbed tail

[42 Moons || Shameless || Great Fighter || Very Low Exp]

WARRIOR APPRENTICES:

🌲 Needlepaw - dark tabby tom with yellow eyes

[11 Moons || Loyal || ??? || Low Exp]

KITS

🍄 Lizardkit - ginger she-cat with darker speckles

[1 Moons || Inquisitive || ??? || Very Low Exp]

🌲 Morningkit - silver tabby she-cat with green eyes

[1 Moons || Daring || ??? || Very Low Exp]  

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MATES

Talonjay || Mintleaf

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PATROLS

Scorchstar + Cedarwish have a disagreement; Scorchstar doesn’t feel fit to lead

Mousesight + Needlepaw catch scent of a fox; the mother fox fights to defend her cubs and leaves Needlepaw with a scar

Mintleaf + Talonjay catch the scent of a large dog

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[snailor-bee]

🍂 🌾 🌲 💫 for the soft OC asks <3

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

Carys lovesss physical affection, of all types! She likes to wrap people in her tail. For something she does that is different for people, I took something from like abo scent-marking tropes. Friends - scent marks their wrists (rubs them against her neck) Family - she doesn't really scent mark her father as he's HUGE however he's the only one she can bite out of affection, as anyone else she'd take a large chunk out of them. Lover - scent marks wrists and side of neck. Will also sometimes lick these places rather than just rubbing against them.

Carys purrs a lot and enjoys casual touching however she recognizes when other people don't like it. I would say she's... more hands-off with people she registers as wary of her however once she's friends with someone she thinks nothing of affection. Since she's not aware of proper human boundaries (and Solomon wasn't the best guide as he actively loved her for most of their time together) she has to be taught what's appropriate and what isn't for friends, in terms of human affection vs her scent marking which has set rules/parameters to it.

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them (Oh gosh Solomon I'm so sorry my dude. )

Deadly. Absolutely deadly, he thought watching her dark blue form cutting so swiftly through the waters, chasing down their lunch. Still, after she caught something and turned to look back at him her black hair swirling around her face and shot the biggest smile at him—the points of her teeth shining in the afternoon sun that shimmered through the waves above them—his heart melted.

That was Carys, always checking in, always looking back, double-checking to make sure he was safe. Her absolute care and devotion always made him long for more. Wished that would one day transform into love, not just love for a friend or family, but something more.

"Solly! Look!" she called as her long tail flicked and she rushed to his side. Webbed hands held a still struggling fish in their grip, nails biting into the flesh sending small spurts of blood darkening the water.

"Looks good," he replied mildly not sparing it more than a glance. Instead, his eyes racked over her face, seeing how pleased his small comment made, green eyes sparkling.

Gods but he loved her. He would do anything for her, the depts of her loyalty made him want to match it with his own.

Only that she didn't feel quite the same as he did, and bitterness rose up his throat.

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

Carys - She's pretty blunt!! However, she's very caring. There's times she might not "get it" but she tries hard to be comforting. Lots of head pets. Sometimes it might not be very comforting as she's very truthful, but if you like that kind of thing, it can be very nice.

Solomon - I think he understands better others' motivations/emotions than Carys does. However, where Carys is more likely to do a cuddle, Solomon is more advice-driven.

[arachaoticnid]

🌲🍂 - Hunter 🐺

heyy hunter :) thanks for the ask

🌲 - are you a wild or domestic animal?

I'm wild! though I do enjoy being treated like I'm domestic (e.g. collars, petting)

🍂 - what are some of your favorite alterhuman-related activities?

running around in nature! scent marking things by rubbing my head against it! and idk if this counts but eating meat, especially dried meat :)

[swooningshadow]

vae, puto deus fio!

lupus in fabula.

hi there! call me "En" on Tumblr. I'm a trans queer masc man—a gay fag and butch dyke. I'm also a wolf and devil expressed online as a shapeshifting shadow entity. ancom leftist

polyam, semi-closed. partner and Daddy to my switch little (host). boyfriend and Master to my vampire pet (alter). 10+ years of Dom experience, open to flirting and local play

service Dom, vers top, very stone—my title wheelhouse includes Daddy, Master, Sir, and Wolf. furry, sadist, and voyeur. only looking for queer t4t—thanks for understanding!

delectatio morosa.

for the purposes of my blog, consider it a performance—a digital dance of voyeurism and exhibitionism. know that I am also a real Dom and take my role(s) in BDSM seriously

when running real scenes, I follow RACK. I require slow vetting, negotiation, safewords, aftercare, and debriefing. my blog, however, is mostly for flirting and "featherlight" play

when domming, I love to get inside each play partner's head. once I've figured out just how they tick, I create scenes to satisfy everyone involved—every scene is an act of service!

homo homini lupus.

ATTENTION BAJORAN WORKERS.

volenti non fit injuria.

FETISHES: BDSM; bellies; breeding; collars/leashes; fat/hairy; leather (in general); necks; nipples; panties; thigh highs/socks

KINKS: age play; fauxcest; furries; gender play; genital torture; impact play; mind fucks; orgasm control/denial; pet play; primal play

CURIOSITIES: bootblack; breasts; chastity; crying; femmes (in general); fisting; paddles; skirts; somnophilia; wax play

lupus non timet canem latrantem.

SITUATIONAL: breath play; CNC; cuckoldry; deity play; face fucking; kissing; public play; risky sex; sissification; watersports

SOFT LIMITS: 24/7; blood play; brat taming; choking/gagging sounds; face slapping; fire play; latex; rubber; spandex; switching

HARD LIMITS: ABDL; breastfeeding; diapers; electro play; farting; feederism; medical play; needles; scat; vomiting

faciam ut mei memineris.

the wolf invites you to its 20+ Discord 🐺🔞

cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit, cras amet.

[moonbornmaker]

The Wheel of the Year :

Merry Meet, my Witches. 💙

So. What in the name of Gaia is the Wheel of the Year?

Sometimes referred to as the Wheel of Sabbats, or just known as plain ol’ Sabbats, seems to come from Pagan Germanic, Celtic, & even Roman cultures. The Wheel is a calendar for the seasons. It goes through solstices & times of harvests through the year, & reminds you when it’s time to throw a witchy holiday party!

The holidays with Celtic origins are Imbolc, Beltane, Lughnasadh, & Samhain.

& the holidays with Germanic origins are Yule, Ostars, Litha, & Mabon.

Lughnasadh 🌽 :

Pronounced as ‘LOO-nah-sah’

Also known as ‘Lammas’

This takes place on August 1st

Marks the first harvest, celebrating wheat crops

Ways to celebrate: enjoy a feast, bake bread, brew/enjoy beer or non-alcoholic ginger beer, make corn husk dolls, decorate your altar with wheat, do rituals for abundance, & give thanks to the Earth

Mabon 🍂 :

Pronounced as ‘MAY-bon’

This takes place from September 21st & September 23rd

Marks the Fall Equinox & second harvest, celebrating with a feast like Thanksgiving

This is the time when day & night are the same length

Ways to celebrate: create cleansing bundles with sage, orange, & cinnamon, bake warm fruit pies, reflect & give thanks for manifestations, make hot apple cider, donate to charity, collect acorns & nuts, make your besom broom, collect colorful leaves for your altar, do a ritual for restoring balance

Samhain 🎃 :

Pronounced as ��SOW-een’ or ‘sOW-in’

This takes place from October 31& November 1st

Marks the new year on the Wheel!

It’s not only the pagan New Years & Halloween, but it celebrates the final harvest of the fall

This is when the veil between worlds in the thinnest. On this night, we celebrate death by honoring ancestors & remembering them

Ways to celebrate: carve a Jack-O-Lantern, remember passed loved ones, do some candle magic, bake some soul cakes. visit & maintain a loved ones grave, tell ghost stories, scrying & divination, eat sweet treats

Yule 🌲 :

Pronounced as ‘Yool’

This takes place from December 21st & January 1st

This is the Winter Solstice. The final preparations for the coming winter are complete. This marks the rebirth of the sun

This is the longest night & the shortest day of the year. Ths is  celebration of rebirth & new beginnings

Ways to celebrate: perform cleansing & blessing rituals as well as rituals to welcome the sun, create cinnamon & pine cleansing bundles, make a Yule log cake, make a Yule wreath, make Yule decorations with natural materials, make seed covered apple treats for birds, decorate a living tree for Yule

Imbolc 🍃 :

Pronounced as ‘IM-bullug’ or ‘IM-bulk’

This takes place on February 1st

This is the celebration of the pending return of Spring. The days start getting a little longer. The Earth begins to thaw & warm up, bringing a renewed sense of life

This is meant to be a fire festival to celebrate the blessings of hearth & home

Ways to celebrate: do rituals for renewal & growth rituals, craft a Brigid cross, use flowers in your magic or to decorate your altar, look for signs of Spring’s return, cinnamon spell work, plant your garden, burn red candles

Ostara 💐 :

Pronounced as ‘o-STAR-uh’ or ‘OHS-truh’

This takes place on March 20th

The Spring Equinox! Winter is over!

This celebrated the full return of Spring. This is the celebration of abundance & fertility. This is a time of rebirth

The day & night are equal in length

Ways to celebrate: do abundance, growth, & fertility rituals, also rituals honoring the life of the Earth, add flowers & herbs to your candle magic, decorate eggs for your altar, plant seeds, go on a nest hunt (look, but don’t touch!), do some spring cleaning, incorporate some fresh floral scents into your space

Beltane 🌻 :

Pronounced as ‘BELL-tane’

Also known as ‘May Day’

This takes place from April 30 to May 1

This is the mid point between the Spring Equinox & the Summer Solstice. This celebrates a time of abundance & warmth, & a time of fertility & love

How to celebrate: do some personal rituals focusing on cultivating abundance in relationships, take a ritual bath, dance around a May pole or decorate your altar with colored ribbons, add dried herbs & petals to your candle magic, leave offerings for the Fae (proceed with CAUTION!), have a picnic, craft a decorative wreath or flower crown, decorate cookies with herbs & flowers

Litha 🌞 :

Pronounced as ‘LEE-ta’

This takes place on June 21st or June 22nd

This is the celebration of the Summer Solstice. Literally translated, Litha means ‘longest day’.

This is a time when the herbs & plants of the Earth are in their prime. The world is so colorful!

Ways to celebrate: do some rituals that honor the sun, make homemade petal popsicles, bake Litha honey cakes, decorate your home & altar with dried citrus ornaments, decorate caked with flowers & suns, make cinnamon sweet tea, make flower & herb infused oils, do some cloud divination, water your plants with intention

When you have something to celebrate about every six weeks, it allows us to stay in tune with our practice & stay in tune with the way the Earth changes. 

Your magic continues all year round.

Blessed Be. 🌙

Photo Credit: Photographer: Aëla Labbé “Ritual Dance” via Pinterest Updated April 26, 2015 | Accessed May 13, 2020 https://beautifulbizarre.net/2015/04/26/photogasm-witches-brew/

Resource(s) Used: “Spirituality 101: A Crash Course on the Wheel of the Year & the Sabbats” By Dev Updated July 30, 2019 | Accessed May 14, 2020 https://www.technicallyadults.com/spirituality-101-a-crash-course-on-the-wheel-of-the-year/

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[sunnybunnygardens-blog]

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[momercurio]

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[swooningshadow]

I like your new blog pictures. Makes me feel like I'm trapped in the woods and I can't separate the general darkness/void from the big hungry wolf that's stalking me like prey

I've been sitting on this one for a while but I want you to know I've read it countless times and it's really moved me. thank you anon

[warriors-name-generator]

MothClan Generator

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ALLEGIANCES

🌲 LEADER: Songstar - a tall black + white tom [95 Moons || Loving || Very Low Exp]  🍄 DEPUTY: Cinderjay - a longfurred grey she-cat with golden eyes [76 Moons || Calm || Great Hunter || Very Low Exp]   

🌲 MEDICINE CAT: Mottlebriar - a pale calico she-cat [192 Moons || Loving || Good Teacher || Very Low Exp]   🍄 MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE: Milkpaw - a white she-cat with grey markings on her face and tail    [9 Moons || Nervous || ??? || Very Low Exp] 

WARRIORS:

🌲 Voleclaw - a longfurred ginger tom with dappled fur [103 Moons || Righteous || Smart || Very Low Exp || Mate: Sweetshade]

🍄 Emberleap - a pale red she-cat with a long tail [60 Moons || Faithful || Good Speaker || Very Low Exp]   

🌲 Deepdawn - an orange she-cat with white patches [25 Moons || Loyal || Fantastic Hunter || Very Low Exp]

WARRIOR APPRENTICES: 🍄 Skypaw - a dark cream coloured tom with light blue eyes [8 Moons || Charismatic || ??? || Very Low Exp] 

ELDERS: 🌲 Sweetshade - a pale brown tabby she-cat [180 Moons || Shameless || Very Smart || Very Low Exp || Mate: Voleclaw]

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PATROLS

Cinderjay + Deepdawn successfully hunt rats

Emberleap + Songstar catch the scent of a large dog

Voleclaw + Skypaw find and convince a loner to join MothClan

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