#The Thorny Juniper

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out to play

part one of the cottage: a beastly collection

werewolf!eddie x fem!satyr!oc, 8k

collection tags: all installments will feature monsterfucking unless otherwise noted. 18+ only.

story tags: 18+. established relationship, primal play, rough consensual sex, unprotected sex, scratching, biting, blood, pain, overstimulation, knot emergence, aftercare. 1st person pov. includes physical descriptions of the OC named Juniper/Junie.

here it is - my little writing break passion project! while this will not become a full-blown fic, I do have another nonsequential part already planned, and I am very open to contributing more to the monsterfucking universe 😌. If you have any ideas, let me know!

enjoy 🥰

In the wood, about a three-quarter mile by meandering path from the nearest village, there is a cottage. It is nestled among the alders, having been fitted into a small clearing like a creature smooths and flattens the ground to establish its resting place. This resting place is fringed on all sides by wild bramble, tall goldenrod, and soft ferns, which insulate it from any who may wander its way without being meant to. 

The cottage is quaint. It has four walls made from large stones of varied shapes and colors, a mish-mash of protection borne by the earth. Its windows are shut up tight by wooden shutters, and it is topped by a thick thatched roof to keep out the bitter wind. Its chimney is cold now; firewood lies in a dwindled pile near the modest garden out front, ready to be stored away for the season. In the small clearing where the cottage dwells and in the forest beyond, all is still quiet— the honeybees are sleeping, and the birds have not yet returned from their migration south. But the clover is beginning to emerge again. Dew has replaced the frost. And today, the air is sweet with the promise of springtime. 

We are out to play.

Only the barest rustle gives me away as I weave between the alders, step delicately over ferns, and skirt the thorny brambles with equal parts caution and swiftness. My hooves skip lightly over low brush, nearly silent; I take care not to be noticed as I pick along, weaving a meandering path through the wood for some time. I continue drawing farther from my cottage and its clearing until, guided by some intuition, I allow myself to slow and pause near a felled tree. 

My soft ears flick, searching for tell-tale sounds. I scan the awakening forest, trying to catch a tell-tale glimpse of that which I’m evading. Yet, all is still. For some long moments, it is just me and my breath alone in the wood, and the prickling awareness that keeps me wide-eyed and alert to every sight and sound begins to wane. I relax; my bunched muscles ease, no longer ready to flee at the merest suggestion of danger. It is safe here now.

I take stock of myself. My bangs are mussed, and a blind attempt to tame them yields what is most likely lackluster results. Still, as I lift my thick braid from my shoulder, examining what I can see of its end, it seems to have held its shape. This consolation is quickly overshadowed as I move down my body and realize something with my dress doesn’t feel right. I smooth my hands down the linen, frowning lightly as I try to figure out why it is pinched and pulled uncomfortably around my midsection. That mystery is quickly solved when I reach behind me, unwedging the hem where it has bunched above my tail. 

In my escapade through the wood, my furry rump has, apparently, been exposed for all around to see. I am bare beneath the dress, having donned it only for modesty’s sake in case I were to encounter someone unexpected here— perhaps a villager who’d wandered too far from the road, or some curious children following the stream too deep into the forest. Though, since I’d chosen a frock short enough to keep me unencumbered as I run, I’m now realizing that it might be more trouble than it’s worth. Maybe I won’t bother with the dress next time. What’s the point? No one ever comes this far in, anyway—

There’s a subtle crackle nearby, and instantly, my prey-mind overwhelms me.

With a squeal of fearful delight, I take off at once, bounding into the brush. Knowing he’s been exposed, my hunter abandons stealth, and his pursuit becomes obvious now. Pounding feet race over old, crumbling leaves. Branches rustle and snap as they’re pushed hastily aside, almost close enough to brush me. When a familiar raspy cackle kisses the end of my braid, adrenaline bursts like goosebumps along my skin. I squeal again, but the sound subsides into a girlish giggle as I feint from him and dart to the left. With great commotion, the sounds of Eddie’s pursuit falter as he scrambles to adapt and continue after me. 

Bits of my hair fall free from the braid. No longer neat, they feather my cheeks, blowing in the wind I create with my escape. I feel that wind lift my hair and ruffle the hem of my dress; I feel the ferns and the grass crush under my hooves, and I grin. My heart throbs as I race through the wood, thumping wildly with the euphoria of the chase.

In the winter months, we could not indulge in this game of predator and prey. The snow was too harsh on the soles of Eddie’s feet, and he always refuses to wear shoes, only relenting when I insist he wear them on our forays into town. Even with his tough skin, the threat of frostbite is daunting. Plus, though I am sure-footed, Eddie is more so; and as I would make every attempt to escape him, there’s always a chance my hooves would skid on hidden ice. I did not want his feet to freeze, and he did not want to risk me hurting myself. With these concerns in mind, we spent the winter occupying ourselves with other activities. But now that the ground has thawed and spring is here — on this, the warmest day in many months, sweet and fragrant with that new emergent growth and pregnant with supple dew instead of biting frost— I begged Eddie to play chase with me once again. 

He’d seemed hesitant at first to oblige my request. His hand had cupped my cheek, broad and callused, his fingers tipped with blunt nails I always file short for him. “Full moon’s tomorrow, Junie,” he reminded me, searching my face. “You sure you want me to chase you?” 

I nodded, my eyes bright and eager, and he relented quickly. Being cooped up without the release of the chase had been difficult for both of us. Eddie was too pent-up to put up an earnest argument, and I was too aflame with the promise of play to care about what time of the month it happened to be, though I knew that Eddie would likely be rougher than normal because of it. Eddie always gets a little wolfier in the days leading up to the full moon, something he and his friends jokingly refer to as ‘pre-lycanthropic syndrome.’ I know that he is more easily excitable, more feral, when his transformation is imminent. Today, as he pursues me with the intent to capture, the thought of that is quite thrilling.

That thrill spurs me on now as I redouble my efforts to escape. No longer do I try to be silent as I flee— the only priority now is to evade my mate for as long as possible, to fuel the stirring in his blood and mine. But at this first test of true exertion, I find my joints are stiff, still creaky from disuse. I had, after all, spent most of my time curled up within our cottage this winter, tangled in blankets with Eddie near the fire. Reading, dozing, fucking, nuzzling, murmuring, grazing, only to doze again and repeat the process day after day. We did this all within the comfortable nest we’d made for ourselves, wiling away our time until the spring finally returned. 

I know I will become more limber the more I frolic; I need only to warm to it. But being what he is, Eddie needs less time to adjust after a long, lazy winter. From the corner of my eye, I see one of his broad hands sweep towards me, tipped with wicked claws longer than they typically are when playing this game. Those claws snag and tear through the side of my dress, and though I do not slow, the scratch blooms like a chilly sting across my ribs. 

That pain only excites me more. I feel my arousal stir, mixing with the impulse to flee from that which is chasing me. I gasp for breath, my muscles burning as my body chooses which way to go in a flickering haze of instinct. My eyes dart over rocks and logs, ferns and bushes, moving only a split second faster than my hooves follow. 

I don’t think too hard about where I am running. There is no way to evade Eddie forever; the chase always ends the same way.

And end it does. In a field of blooming heather, Eddie finally catches me. There’s a sudden heavy weight upon my back, a lurch, and then firm arms snatching me tight around the waist as I careen toward the ground. The impact dazes me, and I lay limp as we roll. The landscape becomes a blur of purple-tipped stalks until Eddie pins me down by my shoulders, looming over me. 

When my doubled vision clears, all I see is him. 

Eddie’s curls brush my clavicle, tickling my sweat-dewed skin, mixing with my braid which has finally fallen entirely to disarray— dark oak on pale wheat. My breath burns ragged in my lungs as I gulp deep breaths of air, staring up at my captor. I can see his gaze is fixed on my throat, where he my pulse is pounding beneath the thin skin there. Hungrily, he eyes me, panting out his exertion, revelling in the sight of his prey beneath him. And now that I am caught, there is no thought of escape— instead, I melt beneath him, laying pliant as I drink in each beloved feature of the one who has won me. 

Eddie’s handsome face betrays his arousal— dark eyes wide, pupils entirely dilated, nose scrunched, mouth open in a grimace of feral delight. He is wolfier than usual, as he warned me he might be. His ears are pointier, tufted with fur; his teeth are longer, especially his canines. Both the top and bottom sets look wickedly sharp where they frame his deep pink tongue, which wags with each heaving breath— not quite lolling from his mouth, but close to it. I can see that it, too, is rougher and longer than it typically is when we play chase. The thought of what he might do with it now that he has caught me makes a wicked thrill bloom low in my belly.

Eagerly, I devour more of my mate. I trace reverent eyes over his corded neck, his broad shoulders, his heaving chest, his nipples tight from excitement, the sparse hair between his pecs, which is denser now with his partial transformation. My breath begins to quicken as my gaze sweeps over lean, angular limbs, a soft belly that conceals a powerful core, and a trail of thick, dark hair leading down from his navel beneath his britches. Those are tented impressively, and I shiver at the sight. Unconsciously, I draw my tongue along my bottom lip. I throb between my legs as I anticipate the reveal of his straining cock.

As the sight and scent of my arousal grow more apparent, Eddie becomes evermore excited, descending further into the animal part of his nature. With muscles coiled and quivering with tension, he wraps large hands around my bare shoulders, pressing me down to the earth and squeezing, as if urging me to stay there. His claws begin to dig into my skin. I can feel the cold sting intensify as his grip tightens enough to make blood well up around each sharp tip. 

But the bloodletting is not frightening. It just makes me submit further to him. My eyes remain wide and doe-like as I gaze up at him adoringly, and my plump lips part just slightly. My mouth pools with saliva as I imagine him slipping in there— his thumb, his tongue, his cock, anything would do. My soft, fuzzy ears flick with anticipation at the thought, and my thighs press together, an ineffectual attempt to soothe the ache inside until Eddie takes care of me. I am his prey: helpless, docile. Entirely at his mercy, and so utterly happy to be so.

Typically, Eddie would now divest me of my clothing, perhaps by shimmying the hem of my dress up my body, or by untying the bows atop my shoulders and letting the dress fall away. 

Today, our play is not typical. 

Eddie rises up onto his knees, towering over me as the sun glints off his wild curls, casting an auburn halo at their edges. A small sound escapes me at the sight of him— proud, powerful, imposing for the wicked smirk that crooks his plush lips and the white tips of savage fangs that peek from between them. He would be a terrifying sight to behold if not for his eyes. Even when he is overcome with lust, and Eddie’s eyes are wide, frenzied, pitch-black with his desire, when he looks upon me, there is a softness in their corners, never overtaken by the violence he is capable of. 

That softness is there when he pins my legs with his powerful calves, pressing tight so I will stay still and flat beneath him. When I do not resist, Eddie takes up the bottom hem of my dress and begins to rend it apart, exposing my flesh for him. I keep my arms curled in the heather above my head, watching as his claws make quick work of my clothing. It does not bother me to have my dress destroyed; the sacrifice is worth it to see how Eddie relishes in the sight of me pliant and obedient beneath him, allowing him to destroy my clothing. 

The fabric tears unevenly, parting in jagged strips. I hold perfectly still as the fur of my legs is revealed up to the top of my pelvis, midway between my mons and my navel, where it transitions into skin. He continues up my body, and the ripped fabric flutters down like the kiss of a bird’s wings on my skin. Rip, and my navel is exposed. Rip, and my ribcage emerges. Rip, and my breasts fall free, with little pink nipples the color of ripe watermelon. Cool spring air kisses them puckered, and the sight pulls a low rumble from Eddie’s throat. It is clear from the gleam in his eye that the sight has tantalized him, reminding him of the other place on my body that is so brightly-colored. 

I know before it happens what the sight will have him do.

Sure enough, Eddie’s warm knees are suddenly no longer crowding the outside of my thighs. I look down the plane of my body to find him discarding his britches with impatience, and then all at once, Eddie seizes me with needy roughness. My bare back drags against heather flowers made abrasive by the sudden motion. The feeling is unpleasant, as my skin is far more sensitive than my fur. Yet I do not dwell on it, more arrested by the way Eddie is parting my legs as he hefts me onto his lap, lifting my lower body easily, tilting me up until only my shoulder blades are pressed to the ground. My inner thighs stretch tight around his waist as he pulls me close to him. He plants me there, with my ass resting on his muscled thighs. His broad, clawed hands squeeze at the rolls of tender fat that mound up at the outer juncture of my hip and thigh, covered by soft, bristly fur. I sigh at the feeling, thinking about how Eddie often draws his nails through my fur. Whether blunt or sharp, I relish in the feeling of my mate doting on me that way. And I know he loves the breathy sounds of contentment I make when he strokes up and down my legs, scratching lightly as I stretch and preen and lilt into his loving touch.

But Eddie is not interested in tantalizing me with light, delicate touches today. Instead, his gaze is locked on the place between my legs where my fur parts to reveal bare flesh. It’s the deep, watermelon pink of my pussy— the same color as my nipples, but soft like the skin at my inner elbow, puffy and supple. 

I feel a familiar rush of pride at the way Eddie’s panting mouth waters, tantalized by my sex. Drool glistens, gathering underneath his tongue as he salivates at the sight of me. I feel the rough pads of his fingers carefully spread my sticky lower lips, angled to keep his claws from catching my delicate flesh. I hope that he will lift me high and swipe that hot rough tongue through my folds. My fingers crawl along the grass in anticipation, reaching for the strong knobs of his knees. I want to hold them, to squeeze them in my grip when he buries his face in my pussy, ravenous for the sweet taste of my arousal.

But Eddie surprises me. Instead of lifting me to his mouth, he slots the underside of his hot cock against my heat. Pinching my plump lips closed with his thumb and index finger, he creates a tight space where he can rut along the length of my pussy without entering me. 

I gasp at the first thrust along my slick, sensitive flesh, and Eddie grunts in satisfaction to hear it, rumbling deep in his chest. He is being quieter than usual— that is, he typically talks more than this, but it seems that with his transformation so close, he’s caught in the haze of his baser nature. He is communicating with his body and his sounds, and so, I decide, will I. I tip my chin and hum happily for him as he drags his cock along my hot slick pussy with one long, slow thrust, and he rumbles back in reply. Again, he drags himself along my heat, and my hips squirm in his lap; he answers with one more slow thrust, as if he’s savoring the feeling of teasing my body in this way. And then Eddie begins to grind against my sex with a rough, staccato rhythm, rutting with sharp jerks of his hips that have me throwing my head back against the soil, moaning out my pleasure. He gathers my slick with his fat cockhead and catches my clit every time he ruts forward— there’s a spark of fire at the end of each thrust, and I whimper as that delicious feeling begins to build in my lower belly, enough so that my tail begins to twitch, a tell-tale sign of my pleasure. 

The little brushes of my tail against his hairy thighs show him how good he’s making me feel, and as I think about how it must look, him using my body like this, it flicks even harder, more insistently. But my mate does not indulge in what I can only imagine, though he could easily watch himself rut in and out of my pink lips if he were to tip his chin. Eddie does not look down to see the way his cock grows sticky with my gathering arousal. Instead, his wide, dark eyes remain fixed on my face, taking in every detailof my expression, feasting on my enjoyment. It’s as if the only sustenance he could ever need can be gained by the sight of me beneath him— my lower lip clamped between my teeth, my glazed eyes locked on his face, my expression so clearly transfixed by him, so entirely enamored with him. 

Eddie sees the way I’m looking at him, and the corners of his eyes soften even more. He grins down at me fondly, but the movement of his body does not soften with it. It only intensifies. Each inhale becomes a huff, each exhale a grunt as he ruts harder along my heat, hard enough that his hairy balls start to slap against my ass. He maintains this faster speed only briefly before I feel his grip falter and his cock lose traction in the increasing slickness. But Eddie adjusts quickly. He finally looks down at the place we are nearly joined and watches as he pinches my slick, puffy lips tighter around his slippery cock, adjusting the angle of his hips to compensate. And once he regains his pace, Eddie ensures that it will not happen again. He abandons his grip on my hip to reach higher up, grasping handfuls of the flesh at my waist to pull me up against him. 

It’s a commanding hold that ensures our slick, heated bodies remain pressed together tightly, as tight as can be without one of us being inside the other. Eddie grinds himself against my pussy, undulating his hips in a slow roll he is clearly enjoying, and I’m enjoying it too— enjoying the teasing pleasure of his cockhead catching against my clit, enjoying the sensual scratch of his wiry bush rubbing against the soft fur between my thighs, enjoying the way he gnaws his bottom lip and regards me through his eyelashes, his stare unwavering. I’m relishing in all of these things, yet before long, it is no longer enough for me. I begin to yearn for his next thrust to catch his head on the rim of my entrance. I want his cockhead to snag there, to pause for a moment as it threatens to breach me. Until all that is needed is the slightest cant of Eddie’s hips for his cock to ease right into my aching hole and stretch me open at last.

My pussy flutters at the thought, as if trying to entice him with the promise of its grip. When he doesn’t seem to notice, I begin to coax him with a slight rocking of my hips, biting my lip to try and stay my protestations, to resist the petulance rising within me. But when he ignores the language of my body, I am forced to make myself known. 

My whine is a high, needy thing, quiet at first, then repeated with increasing strength and desperation until he cannot escape me.

This Eddie cannot ignore, and his eyes flick up to mine. His face is beautiful and rugged, his expression animalistic. That plush top lip is half caught in a snarl and those dark eyes are half-lidded, with eyelashes that almost flutter as he works his cock with my soft body. As my whining increases in pitch, I watch a flicker pass across those dark eyes— smugness, or knowing, perhaps, though Eddie doesn’t yet acquiesce to my request. 

But I have caught his attention now, and having caught it, I know he will yield to me. Eddie may be the predator between us, but I have learned that what he truly desires is to give me what I want. Even if Eddie winds me up for his own amusement, in the end, he is too soft, too devoted to deny me for long. 

So I play into my strengths. My brow pinches pleadingly; my lower lip quivers, pouting out for him, flushed darker from having been bitten and chewed on as I tried to maintain patience. I look up at him, doe-eyed and weak as I sniff and wriggle, whimper and whine. Please, I implore him with my eyes, still neglecting speech. Please fuck me.

That flicker of smugness in Eddie’s eyes is replaced by a deepening of umber to gold, accompanied by a gradual flush that raises high on Eddie’s cheekbones. He is moved by watching me beg for his cock, and there’s no way for him to deny it. 

As soon as that understanding passes between us, it’s as if a string has snapped. Without warning, Eddie wraps his massive hands around my hips and, with an ease that is equally startling and arousing, he flips me over. 

Ever conscientious, Eddie continues holding me around the middle to keep my chin and shoulders from slamming into the ground too hard. But I wouldn’t have cared. Not even if he’d been too far gone and I’d found my teeth scraping fresh, fragrant grass. My moan of anticipation is almost a bleat as my hands press the heather flat beneath me. When I feel Eddie nudge at the inside of my knobby knees with the outside of his, I scramble to assume a position he can mount me in. I arch my back and spread my knees, sticking my ass high in the air. The breeze caresses me between my legs, a cool kiss against overheated flesh, though even that brings little relief when I’m aching this way. 

When that slight breeze is suddenly interrupted, I know that Eddie has moved to kneel tall behind me. His claws bite into my furry hips as he grasps me, his grip tighter than it has been yet today. The ache inside lessens as flutters of anticipation replace it; my heart throbs the whisper I hold back from voicing. Finally. Finally. Finally. 

Imagine, if you will, the nature of my mate. Roguish, playful, and so mischievous, I sometimes can’t decide whether to kiss or smack him. I know this— I relish in his wild cackle and his manic grins, most of the time. So perhaps it should not have surprised me when Eddie’s cockhead presses against the thin skin below my entrance, sliding down, down, down with even pressure before skating right past my entrance and pressing against my sensitive clit instead. 

Despite the promise of this new position, despite the way I’m arched and ready for him, Eddie chooses to rut himself along my pussy again, teasing me more. From this angle, he has more to reach, too, in his efforts to torment me. He slides up, up, up again, and I feel his cockhead slip between my asscheeks; the underside of his thick cock rubs along just the rim of my entrance and over my puckered hole in slow strokes that do not satisfy me. 

Of course, I whine again. The sound is more rough, less sensual, almost a growl of frustration as if in some pale imitation of Eddie himself. And Eddie has the gall to chuckle. It’s a rumble in his chest, but lilted, almost a purr until it breaks at the end into the familiar sound of Eddie’s raspy laughter. My tail is wagging now— not in desire, but in impatience, with jerky flicks that convey my displeasure. I dig my blunt nails into the earth, trying to endure my mate’s teasing, but I am quickly passing desperation, approaching feralness.

I will need to play dirty.

I coordinate my plan with the slow withdrawal of Eddie’s cock. When his cockhead lifts from my lips, I widen my knees, lowering my ass slightly in preparation for what I will do. And then my next shift comes all at once— exaggerating the curve of my spine, pressing my shoulders flat to the ground as I reach behind me. Stretching my arms as far back as they’ll go. Grabbing handfuls of my inner thighs, inching my fingers inward, searching for flesh beyond the fur. When I find that smoothness, I turn my head. And with my cheek smushed to the heather, as the flowers smear the apple purple, I look back at Eddie, arresting his attention to my hole as it stretches when I pull my sticky lips apart to entice him. “Eddie,” I whimper, high and throaty and sweetly feminine, abandoning my attempt to match him in wordlessness. “Please, baby, I need you.” I tighten my fingers. Divots form as my plumpness mounds up around them, and I stretch open my hole a little farther. “Need your cock, Eddie. Please.”

Rough, quick, filthy, more wolf, more man, any which way— I don’t care how Eddie takes me, as long as he takes me now.

When his powerful thighs press to mine so immediately, I let go of my pussy lips, quickly raising my hips and tucking my hands under me again. I can’t see his face anymore, but this is it. I know it. And it’s such a relief to be stretched, to be split open when he enters me at last. We both whine simultaneously as we feel my pussy yield to him, welcoming him in with a lewd squelch, hugging him tightly. 

So tight, and wet, and warm, only for my Eddie. 

I hear him rattle a sigh of relief as his cockhead pops in. I imagine the way his face looks— eyes closed, lashes brushing his cheeks, head tilted, neck stretched, wild curls dipping down his powerful back. Eddie is finally fucking me open with short, shallow strokes, growing slowly deeper until at last he’s plunging all the way in, nudging up against the end of me. And now that he’s seated fully inside, I want it hard and rough— I want so badly for him to beat into me until my brain is fuzzy and my legs are trembling. In my wanting, I begin to rock back into him, moving myself on his cock in defiance again of the dynamic we have set for our play today. 

Eddie allows me to assert myself for a short time before squeezing my hips again, holding me tight with a warning growl low in his throat. I’ve let you have your fun, that rumble seems to say. Let me fuck you now.

I am eager for Eddie to take the lead. Perhaps overly eager as I show my earnest submission, whimpering and humming as my hips jerk to a stop halfway sunk down on his cock. There, I hold still, turning my face and smushing my cheek to the crushed flowers again. I want Eddie to see my thoroughly docile expression, my innocent eyes, my downturned ears. My small tail falls slack, and if he were closer— if he were pressed all the way up inside me— I would trace a soothing pattern with its tip along his soft belly, hoping he would accept the gesture.

Eddie smiles, a slow grin full of heat and satisfaction, and I uncrick my neck as I see that he is not upset with me. The relief mixes headily with my arousal, and I press back into his touch as he grabs palmfuls of my ass, fanning his fingers in my soft fur. I feel him spread my cheeks, hear him hiss as he sees the evidence of my desire for him. He plays with me— pushing himself slowly in to watch my cream gather thick around my entrance. I can feel it beginning to mat the hair that frames my bright pink lips, and I imagine my arousal dragging sticky along his thickness, coating the hot flush of his skin and his throbbing veins as he inches out and back in, over and over. I know he will do this for as long as he likes. I am happy to let him, to be the plaything he has caught, stretched out on his thick cock. 

And almost better than the way Eddie is making me feel is the evidence of his own enjoyment. Little absent sounds of satisfaction murmured under his breath. His claw-tipped fingers flexing, grabbing, groping. The increasing desperation behind his thrusts as his pace begins to quicken. The brush of his soft belly against my tail as he begins to curl his body over me, seeking more leverage. Lost in the feeling of my squeezing heat.

Those little sounds soon subside to panting, and I lose myself in my own pleasure until something wet and warm drips onto my spine. One drop. Another, catching the first. Combined, they crawl down the slope of my back, slipping toward the nape of my neck. As they dampen my hair, I feel them chased by a new drop— a third, and then a fourth. 

I realize what it must be: Eddie’s drool, dripping from his open jaw onto my back.

The feeling of his spit— the knowledge that I have him so drunk on my pussy that his mouth is just hanging open in absent enjoyment— makes me flush warm with giddy pleasure. A warm spread of happiness in my chest; a sparkling, tightening heat low in my belly, like embers of a flame. I seek to grow that burn; unconsciously, I roll my hips, rubbing Eddie’s tip inside me.

As if in a coordinated effort, Eddie juts into me sharply just as I roll my hips. The effect is is startling— he ends up slamming in to the hilt so roughly that I feel his balls squish up tight against my inner thighs. It’s almost painful, but in the best way as I’m wracked with a sudden burst of intense pleasure. The feeling is dizzying, overwhelming, as if I’d been shot through with electricity, hoof to head. It punches a moan out of me, one loud enough to stir the wood around us; my pussy flexes and flutters on his hardness, my puckered hole winks, and my tail stiffens straight up, quivering from base to tip. 

Such a visceral reaction from his mate must speak to the beast inside Eddie. He crowds me into the ground, belting his arm around my waist, squeezing me to his chest. His heavy warmth envelops me— tight, tight, so tight and sticky with his sweat and mine. The hold presses the breath from my lungs, which I regain quickly as I gasp as bright pain blooms in near the base of my neck— Eddie’s curls spill across my upper back, barely a warning before his sharp teeth sink into my shoulder.

I cry out, squealing a broken sound as he begins to rut hard and fast into my cunt. Suddenly, all I am is sensation, every nerve awakened as I flood with adrenaline and arousal. I feel all of it at once, and somehow each sensation so distinctly: Eddie’s balls slapping against my furry mound, beating an even rhythm. His corded throat rumbling as he hums around my flesh in his mouth. His warm breath fanning me as he huffs through his nose. And then the feelings converge into the sharp, cold agony of his teeth in my shoulder and the hot sparkling pleasure of his cock plunging into me. 

The potent combination drives me quickly to overstimulation. I reach back and fist my hand in his wild mane of curls. And even though, as Eddie rocks his body into mine, each tug makes his teeth dig a little more into my shoulder, my fist just tightens as I endure the onslaught of sensation. 

Tugging so viciously on Eddie’s hair isn’t meant as a complaint, but his decision to bite me was clearly impulsive, and perhaps he interprets it as such. He releases me quickly, and there’s both relief and disappointment in the loss of his teeth. Relief and disappointment in my conscious mind, but at this juncture— so overwhelmed by sensation— instinct takes over. By instinct, my body drives my actions. It hunches my back to lower my hips, which retract and squirm away from the intensity of that stimulation, afraid of my coming orgasm as much as it yearns for it. 

I act on instinct, and so does Eddie; as I shift away, his predator-brain activates. I hear him growl— an intimidating sound meant to make prey freeze. I do. And I find my tail snatched in a commanding hold and tugged hard.

My furry knees drag against the crushed heather as I’m pulled back into the curve of Eddie’s muscular body. In one motion, before I can make a sound, he uses my tail to lift up my hips and sink his cock into my gaping cunt. I gasp again, and it chokes off into a pained moan as Eddie sinks his teeth back into my shoulder. 

Eddie might be consumed by his predator-brain, but he does not rip through the muscle. The action is not to devour, to consume, but instead to keep me still, to take my pleasure no matter how overstimulating it might be. He holds me there with his teeth in the meat my shoulder and his hand fisted around my tail, fucking with feral, single-minded intent into my cunt. He wants me to fall apart beneath him; he wants to possess me entirely, to work my body to the point of shattering pleasure. 

And Eddie will get what he wants. My heart pounds as he bullies my cunt, unrelenting in pursuit of my orgasm. My breath puffs out in little vocal squeaks, which grow more and more desperate and broken until the feeling finally surges up, powerful and dizzying and utterly unstoppable as it overtakes me.

It’s a euphoric release from a build-up so intense it had been approaching agony. I shudder, jerking as it crests and breaks inside me, and then pleasure is all I know. 

In the moment, I am not conscious of it, but my cunt clamps down on him, squeezing hard— almost possessively— around Eddie’s cock. Almost instantly, his grip on my tail eases, softening when he feels it twitch and quiver erratically as I begin to cum. His teeth release me, and he growls again, but this time it is warm— possessive, satisfied as I writhe beneath him, caught in the throes of the blinding pleasure he has given me. My brain is blank, fuzzed completely stupid as I cum. 

Slowly, I come back to myself. Eddie is still draped over my back, and I’m beginning to bow under his weight, my muscles weak and slack in the aftermath. Sensing my exhaustion, Eddie pulls out and turns me over, and I remain limp as he manipulates me onto my back. My chest is heaving, my body shaking, my cheeks hot, my eyes heavy-lidded. Dazed and absent, in a state of total bliss. I only realize I’d been screaming out my ecstasy when I swallow, and my throat feels raw. 

With as much gentleness as he can muster, Eddie folds me in half. My legs fit into the crooks of his shoulders as he bends forward over me, bracing his palms in the dirt alongside my shoulders as my hooves hover in the air, tickled by the soft fur that tufts his ears. Eddie is a sight— wild, sweat-drenched curls, pink chest, a vein popping in his forehead. There’s desperation in his brow, the darkness of his eyes, and the pinch of his plush lips. I whimper as he enters me again, still achingly hard; I stare into his eyes as he begins to fuck into my sopping cunt, squelching into me with audibly lewd strokes. He fucks me slowly now, savoring the way my pussy hugs and grips him, the way she sucks him in greedily every time his hips draw back. I can’t help but stare up at him with such utter, mindless devotion, and that devotion is mirrored in his expression. Despite his need, Eddie clearly wants to relish in the feeling of me pressed beneath him as long as possible, and I can see how he’s fighting himself as his nostrils flare, his lips press pale and thin, and his brow begins to twitch, that vein throbbing now as he stubbornly tries to hold back. 

Eventually, though, even that Munson stubbornness isn’t enough to prevent Eddie’s aching balls from their release. He’s pressed in deep, and I feel them brush against me as they jump and tighten. Instantly, Eddie is pulling out of me, dipping down, leaning all his weight on one elbow as he fists his cock desperately with his free hand. I look into his fluttering eyes, feeling his cum begin to paint my lower lips as he shudders and bucks into his own touch. When I cup his face, Eddie rolls his cheek into my palm, and then he whines. Confused, I watch as his eyes scrunch tightly shut; he keeps bucking until his chest is heaving and he’s panting fast, grunting on each exhale. A curious feeling blooms in my chest as he trembles, still fucking his fist; I stroke back his hair, concern turning to fascination as he tears from my grip and abruptly sits up, towering over me and throwing his head back in a strangled howl. I drop my aching legs and prop up on my elbows, reeling as I look down my body to see the swelling at the base of Eddie’s cock, so bulbous it’s visible behind his fist as he strokes himself. And then his hand grips my thigh tight as his howl turns to a long, low groan of relief; he nestles his fat cockhead between my puffy lips to cum on me again.

I realize that this must also be because of his imminent transformation— his knot, this second release. His hot mushroom head pulses as he paints my clit with hot spurts of his cum. Eddie cums, and he keeps cumming, enough so that I can feel his spend drip down my entrance, collect in the rim, and then spill over onto my fur on its crawling path toward the ground. It’s the messiest we have ever been. I can feel how matted my fur is around my entrance, tacky and coated in his spend and mine. He’s still stroking his cock slowly, and I can see that the motion is inadvertently spreading some of his cum over his shaft, thick and slightly opaque as it sticks to his flushed skin.

Eventually— after quite a bit longer than usual when he only cums once, which apparently is not always the case, I realize with a little thrill of excitement— Eddie stops cumming. He sighs in relief, his shoulders sagging. And in the aftermath, I want to scramble to my knees and take him into my mouth, to explore that new aspect of his body revealed to me.

But Eddie has other plans. 

Despite his clear fatigue, he lifts my hips carefully before I can make any moves to get up; my knees spread as he bumps one gently with his temple. As I give him access, Eddie leans down until his mouth meets the juncture of my spread thighs and begins licking my fur clean of his seed and my slick. 

I am a little envious that he gets to taste that mixture of us, but after a few strokes of his tongue, I sigh, relaxing bonelessly in his hold. It soothes me how gently he licks me, and it feels so nice that I don’t even mind waiting to explore his knot. I hum contentedly as his rough tongue drags warm and wet over my fur in long, gentle strokes. And once my fur is clean, he licks between my lips, all over my puffy pussy, dipping into my entrance too. His chest rumbles as he tastes my sweetness mixed with his tang, and I can feel the vibrations in the backs of my thighs as he enjoys cleaning me. My tail quivers happily, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to my mound before setting me down again.

As soon as he lets me down, I right myself in a sprawl of limbs so I can crawl over to him. Eddie must think I am looking to cuddle as I usually do after we make love, because he lounges back with easy confidence, propping himself up with an elbow and opening his other arm in invitation. But I am not ready to cuddle; instead, I want to explore his knot. 

I climb over his leg and settle to his side near his hip, ducking my head, my eyes fixed between his thighs. Cautiously, with a twitching nose and flicking ears, I draw close to his slowly-flagging erection, looking at his swollen base with unfiltered, wide-eyed curiosity. He huffs tiredly in amusement, and spreads his hairy thighs further, allowing me to sate that curiosity. 

It is hot and sticky— I can tell without even touching it. Eddie’s body always runs hot, but the heat radiating from this new emergence is more potent than I’ve felt from him before. Timidly, I begin to touch his knot with light brushes of my fingertips, ready to flinch back should it make any sudden moves. It feels stiff like his hardness, just as unyielding, though mounded up in a supple curve rather than a hard line. 

His thighs tense when I lick it, and I realize it must be sensitive. But though he grunts and his muscles draw taut, Eddie holds still, letting me lick up the vague tang of his cum from his velvet skin until I’m satisfied. When I have had my fill of his taste, I rest my cheek on his wiry bush, looking up at him. His brown eyes are warm, the line of his brow eased as he meets my gaze, and with fond gentleness, Eddie strokes my hair. He draws his fingers through the strands, lightly scratching my scalp as I hum. But when his fingers skim the base of my throat, pushing back the hair there, they freeze at the same time I register an ache. It’s the bite I am only just starting to remember as my post-orgasmic daze begins to fade.

Eddie whines, high and distressed, his eyes no longer hazy but now sharp with concern. “Junie,” he croaks, and my name is the first word he’s said since we left the cottage. He reaches for me, and I let him pull me onto his naked lap so he can examine my wound. He prods around it lightly with his fingertips, and I feel my skin is sticky with blood. I scrunch my neck, tipping my chin to try to look, but it’s too close for me to see, and that just makes it hurt more. Eddie grunts in protest, and I sigh when he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing my face away from the mark. 

I stare up at the alders, letting him fuss over me. I know he’s done when Eddie whines again and nuzzles me, pressing his nose against my neck in contrition. 

“Told you I’d be too rough, baby,” he whimpers. “I’m so sorry—” 

The words are mumbled into my skin, but nonetheless, I frown to hear how Eddie sounds almost beside himself. I take his face, stroking his cheeks and then his ears, rubbing them lightly between my pinched fingers in the way I know he likes. “I’m okay, Eddie,” I say quietly, letting him tend to me. Carefully, so carefully, I feel Eddie’s tongue brush over the punctures, and I keep rubbing his ears as he begins to lick the wound he left on my shoulder. 

I am not concerned the way Eddie is; I know it will heal, and faster now that he’s coated me so thoroughly with his saliva. But Eddie still insists on carrying me back to our cottage. He leaves his britches and my tattered dress discarded in the heather. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, which lulls me into hazy contentment until I crack my eyes and see stone walls and a thatched roof— our familiar resting place. I let my eyes slip closed again, and even so, I sense the moment he crosses the threshold.

Inside is warm, smelling of fresh herbs and our combined musk. I am filled with peace as he lays me in our bed, curling around me, keeping me safe with the heat of his body. My wolf and I are thoroughly worn, thoroughly sated. For now, at least. I am eager for what more we can get up to as the weather grows fair, and the birds and bees return.

thanks for reading! please let me know if you enjoyed it! 💙

#blueywrites #monster!eddie #werewolf!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #monster smut #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine

[probablyasocialecologist]

Modern farmers and landowners, however, are prejudiced against scrub because it is considered unproductive. As a result it has been almost entirely eradicated from Britain. Scrubland is almost ubiquitously described as wasteland. It was not always so. In medieval times, scrub species were highly valued, and scrub was anything but a dirty name. The iron-rod stems of blackthorn were used for walking sticks and its fruit – sloes – for medicines and flavouring wine and gin. Brambles, like elder, produce edible berries that were also useful for dyes. Hawthorn makes good walking sticks, as well as tool handles, and was used for stock-proofing, and produces hawberries for preserves and sauces. Hazel was for hurdles, thatching spars, basketry, furniture and charcoal; willow for charcoal-making and basketry, cricket bats and medicine. Charcoal from alder and dogwood made gunpowder. Broom, of course, made excellent brooms. Juniper was for smoking meats and making pencils, its berries for distilling oil, and flavouring game and gin. Spindle was for skewers, toothpicks and baskets. Wych elm made bows, furniture and threshing floors. Birch provided cotton reels and bobbins, firewood, brooms and roofing thatch; its bark was for waterproofing and tanning. Birch wine, fermented from sap, was used as medicine and young birch leaves were a diuretic. From the dog rose came rosehips – which we now know are exceptionally high in vitamin C – for syrups, sauces and jellies. Gorse – known as ‘furze’ in Sussex – was fodder for animals and fuel for kilns and ovens. A buffer of thorny scrub was often encouraged around woodland to prevent the ingress of grazing animals. Place names like Thorndon, Thornden, Thornbury, Haslemere, Hazeldon, Spindleton, Hathern (hawthorn), Hatherdene, Brambleton, Barnham Broom, Broomhill, Broompark, pepper the map of Britain. Our own field names at Knepp recall the days when scrub was an asset – Benton’s Gorse, Broomers Corner, Broom Field, High Reeds, Cooper Reeds, Faggot Stack Plat, Bramble Field, Rushett’s, Rushall Field, Little Thornhill, Great Thornhill, Stub Mead, Barcover Furzefield, Swallows Furzefield, Coates’ Furzefield, Greenstreet Furzefield, Constable’s Furze, Pollardshill Furze, Old Furze Field, Furzefield Plat, Great Furzefield and lots of Little Furzefields.

Isabella Tree, Wilding: The Return of Nature to a British Farm

#Wilding #trees #scrub #ecology #biodiversity

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober Day #10: Body Worship

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Aether/Mountain/Dew

Summary: Mountain's had a long day, and his back is killing him. Luckily, his mates are there to make it all better.

Contains: me projecting heavily onto Mountain, quintessence as pain relief, and a very tender handjob.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Mountain's back hurts. This isn't anything new, working long shifts in the greenhouses and gardens, keeping the ghoul wing kitchen running, helping his packmates, his loves, spending rehearsals and rituals bent over his drum kit.

He stumbles into his room, nearly dead on his feet. He barely acknowledges Dew and Aether already in his nest, Aether braiding back Dew's hair. The other ghouls both look up and take in his ragged appearance, wisps of auburn hair escaping the knot he threw it up into this morning, the thorns erupting around the base of his rams' horns. They wince as Mountain kicks his boots off, sending them thudding into the far wall.

Dew stands, reaching out for Mountain. "Hey, juniper," he says, coaxing him to step forward. "Hey, darling. Come lay down with us?"

Aether's quick to follow, standing at Dew's side. "Long day, huh, sweetheart? Let us make you feel better?"

Mountain nods, shoulders slumping as he lets his mates take him to bed. Aether sits down at the head of the bed, easing Mountain to sit in front of him as he begins to pick thorny vines from his hair, tossing them into the garbage can next to their nightstand.

"Where's it hurt, junie?" Dew asks, softly tugging at the hem of Mountain's shirt. Mountain lets him pull it gently over his head, throwing it into the hamper. "You want hot or cold?"

"Back fucking hurts," Mountain mumbles, leaning forward so Aether has better access to his horns and hair. "Head too," he adds on. "And hot, please, Droplet."

"Gotcha," Dew says, kneeling behind Mountain and pressing a kiss to his temple. "Aeth, you got all the vines?"

Aether nods, helping Mountain arrange his limbs so he lays on his stomach. Dew kneels up, straddling Mountain's hips, kicking his internal temperature up a few degrees. "You tell me if it's too hot, junie."

Mountain nods into the mattress, groaning as Dew's warm hands work their magic into his sore muscles. Aether carefully removes the tie holding back Mountain's hair, running his fingers gently through the auburn waves. Mountain makes a wounded noise as Aether scratches his scalp.

The quintessence ghoul clicks his tongue, sensing Mountain's pain be wicked away by Dew's ministrations. "You feeling better, sweet thing?"

Mountain hums his approval, melting into the mattress as Dew works. A few minutes pass, the time slow and thick like honey. "Aeth?" he groans as Dew presses into a particularly tense spot.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Aether says, brow furrowing as he continues to card his fingers through Mountain's hair.

"Could you give me a little quintessence? Head hurts," he mumbles, blushing as he asks for what he needs. "Back feels better, but my head still hurts."

"Of course, Mounty," Aether says, glancing up at Dew.

"I'm just about done," Dew tells him, swinging his leg over Mountain's hips so he kneels at the earth ghoul's side. "You wanna turn over, junie?"

Mountain groans at the prospects of moving, but complies. Aether hums, settling Mountain's head on his lap as Dew restraddles him, this time settling his weight over his thighs. "We've got you, sweet thing. Gonna make you feel better. You do such a good job taking care of us, taking care of the pack. You carry so much on those shoulders, put it down for us."

He rubs Mountain's temples, easing the ache of his tense jaw. The quintessence seeps into his skin, cool like menthol as Dew presses his fire into his sore hips. Mountain groans, emerald eyes fluttering shut as the pain behind his temples lessens, hiding the way the quintessence magic shoots veins of violet through his irises.

"You took care of me for so long, juniper," Dew whispers, reverent. He leans forward, kissing Mountain's freckled collarbone, pressing warmth into his olive skin. "Kept me alive after they made me fire, kept all of us upright and stable. I hate to make the joke, but you are our rock. Love you so much, Mounty."

"Love you too," Mountain slurs, the magic making his tongue feel heavy. He raises a big hand, cupping Dew's cheek with all of the tenderness he can muster.

Aether smiles, pulling back slightly on the magic, keeping Mountain lucid but still easing his pain. "So handsome," he hums, rubbing his thumbs across Mountain's cheeks, the five o'clock shadow scraping against his skin. Aether makes a mental note to ask him if he wants a shave later, knowing just how overwhelmed Mountain can get by the feeling of his stubble. "So strong. So selfless, baby."

Mountain groans as his cock starts to fill out, the gentle touches and the praise and the relief and the quintessence all making his brain light up. Dew glances down at Mountain's hips, at the growing bulge in his sweats. "You want to get off, junie?" Dew asks, plucking at the hem of his sweatpants.

He nods, and gasps only a few moments later, hips trying to buck up off of the bed as Dew pulls him out of his pants and boxers, taking him in his warm hand, stroking gently. "Let us make you feel good, junie," Dew whispers, pressing tender kisses along his collarbone, careful not to bruise.

"Fuck," Mountain whines, the warmth from Dew's hand wrapped around his cock too much, especially with Aether's magic flowing through his body. He's more keyed up by the quintessence than he cares to admit, close already even though Dew's just begun to touch him. "Please, firefly, nova, please."

"You don't have to beg, sweet thing," Aether coos, still petting Mountain's face as Dew pleasures him. "We've got you, Mountain. You're in our hands. You don't need to worry about a thing."

"Love you," he whispers, hips twisting and pushing up into Dew's grip. "Love both of you so fucking much."

"We love you too," Dew says, tender in a way he only ever is with Aether and Mountain. Sure, he's sweet with Rain and the girls, sometimes with Swiss. But Aether and Mountain only ever get to see him like this. Mountain reaches again to cup Dew's cheek, smiling fondly at his little fire ghoul.

"Close," he whispers, and he sees Dew smile, speeding up his hand on his cock.

"Cum for us, juniper," Dew whispers, leaning in and pressing a proper kiss to his lips, and Mountain has no choice but to obey, spilling sticky and white over Dew's knuckles. Aether coos, easing off the trickle of quintessence flowing through him as he floats on endorphins.

Someone cleans them up while he drifts, and he comes to laying on his side, Dew spooning him from behind, nuzzled into the nape of his neck, and Aether holding the both of them, his chest pressed against Mountain's. He can feel both of their heartbeats.

"Thank you," he whispers. "I love both of you."

Aether smiles fondly, taking Mountain's hand in his own. "We love you too, sweet thing."

#like seriously i am shaking myself by the shoulders #i need to stop projecting onto mountain and quit complaining about my back i live above a chiropractor's office for fucks sake #ghostober #kinktober 2023 #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

[trickstarbrave]

Nerevar and Voryn for the scent thing, would they be good to sniff is what I want to know not t

voryn:

i actually have this one already in my head. one of my favorites DOES in fact remind me of him

(from the website to save me time) Notes: Thorny Roses, Incense, Dragon’s Blood, Egyptian Musk, Rosewood, Black Oud

incense comes out strong in this one. and its like. a true incense??? "brave" you cry "incense is scented how can a perfume smell like it" you don't know until you smell this. it smells like incense shops. smokey and warm. the dragon's blood, musk, black oud, and rosewood also help round it out but the roses do come through. there is something almost but not quite romantic about it, and a little dark, but your first impression would be of elegance and mystery

nerevar:

ngl had to think harder on this. theres a lot of ways you could go with it. i was tempted to lean rose-y for azura's association with roses (and bc i love rose perfumes. tee hee) but i think they don't quite fit. i think he'd be something more fresh and light.

notes: oakmoss, bergamont, petitgrain, musk, juniper berries, and patchouli

i actually really love moss- as a summer scent, and this is its ever so slightly more masc leaning one, slightly less citrusy than moss- but still very clean. after a while it fades to a skin scent. i feel like he would smell like this if you moved in to hug him--fresh and kinda summery and a lot like nature.

#voryn dagoth #indoril nerevar #nerevar #morrowind #perfume hours

[kplays]

Round 1 the top 4 were Kukui, Sycamore, Birch, and either Elm or Sada. I'll hold an elimination round later if need be.

Round 2's top 4 were Clavell, Jacq, Hassel, and Raifort!

It's past time for round 3 of planty intellectuals

Bellis is named from the Genus containing the common daisy

Fennel is related to the carrot, and is said to have health benefits of improved heart health, reduce inflammation, and apparently suppress'es appetite.

Cedric is the professor Junipers father

Cynthia is a Rhododendron catawbiense hybrid that was developed by John Standish and Charles Noble of Sunningdale Nursery in Devon, England in the 1840's and 1850's. Look it up it's really pretty.

Cynthia herself is a researcher and archeologist

Lusamine is named from Balsamina plant, which has many uses in traditional medicine. Some include burns, snake bites, warts, constipation, and fractures, depending on which part of the plant is used. It is native to India and Myanmar, and invasive on several Pacific Ocean islands. More common names include touch-me-not and spotted snap weed.

Her whole family has plant names, and her which kid takes over the family science business depends on the game variant you play. (Original or Ultra) Gladion is named for Gladiolus, the Sword Lilly. In African medicine treatment it is used in treatments for diarrhea, constipation and colds.

Lillie is likewise named, and given her white colour scheme, may be named for white Lilly. Lilies are edible plants (unless you are a cat), and are traditionally used for coughs and sore throats, though are said to have many other uses medicinally.

Mohn is named for the German name for Poppy. It too has medicinal uses, most well known for Morphine.

Even Faba is named for an edible plant here, particularly after a type of bean.

Now for DLC stuff (or game I haven't played)

Cyanococcus is the scientific name of Blueberry. English threw some other influences in there and added the r. He and his fellow professor Briar (named for thorny shrub plants such as wild roses), are technically from Unova, for all they show up in the ScarVi DLC.

I was tempted to put Hop (climbing plant commonly used to grow beer) on the list, but like Lillie and Gladion, they do not start their studies in game. Closest would be Lillie who was actually a research assistant at game start.

Heath (shortened form of heather) could have worked for the poll too. Personally, I would have gone for Calluna as a name, that sounds nice to me.

One who has a name that could have hit plant, but went for a spelling and meaning for sinister was Sina, which could have been swapped to Senna, a herb whose leaves can be taken for constipation relief.

Plenty of research "rival" trainers who become assistants don't have a plant name, such as Bianca, who goes for a light name meaning, in contrast to Cheren's black.

Some people like Bill and have a plant name in Japan, that was changed to something else for English.

Bill was from masaki, or evergreen spindle, a small evergreen tree,

As it was changed in translation, I decided against including it as an option on the poll.

#pokemon #lusamine #pokemon go #pokemon trading card game #pokemon black and white #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon ultra sun and moon #pokemon scarlet and violet #teal mask #bellis pokemon #professor willow #professor holly #professor holly pokemon #professor fennel #cedric juniper #mohn pokemon #mohn #lillie #gladion #faba pokemon #cyrano pokemon #brair pokemon #samson oak #kplays #polls #pokemon poll #hop pokemon #names #plants

[themomsandthecity]

Malti, Dahlia, Beck, and Other Aesthetic Girl Names Perfect For Your Newborn

The word "aesthetic" has been gaining a lot of popularity in recent years both on TikTok and in the influencer world, but really, the noun just translates to beautiful, stylish, trendy, or artsy. Just like with everything else, the world of names is becoming more unconventional. From a society where only classic baby names were accepted, the art of naming has evolved into a diverse concept where parents have all the creative freedom they want. And if you're on a quest for aesthetic names for girls, you've come to the right place. Although there are certain names that are illegal for newborn babies around the world (including Queen and Christ), there are still plenty of aesthetic baby names for girls that future parents can choose from - from Aria to Zuri, and everything in between. Whether it's a really cool name that catches your eye or a significant meaning behind a particular name, it's not hard to find beautiful name options that perfectly fit for your little one. We've included elegant girl names like Ella and Emerald, as well as unique names that'll push the envelope like Indigo and Sloane. Every expectant parent is sure to find a name that is fitting for their baby girl on this list. Ahead, scroll through some of our favorite aesthetic names for girls (though they're lovely no matter the baby's sex, and many are perfectly gender neutral!). Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With A * Ailee: Greek - Torch; beautiful; bright * Alaska: Native American - Great land * Arwen: Welsh - Noble maiden * Atlas: Greek - Bearer of the heavens * Aria: Italian - Air * Aspen: British - Shaking tree * Aurora: Latin - Dawn Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With B * Bea: Latin - Blessed; she who brings happiness * Beck: German - Brook; stream * Betty: Hebrew - Pledged to God * Billie: English - Resolute protection * Birdie: English - Bird * Blair: Scottish - Dweller on the plain * Blythe: English - Happy; carefree * Briar: English - A thorny patch * Briella: Italian - God is my strength * Brita: Gaelic - Strength; exalted one Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With C * Cami: Latin - Young ceremonial attendant * Celeste: Latin - Heavenly * Charlie: English - Free man * Clementine: French - Mild; merciful * Cleo: Greek - Glory * Coco: French - Chocolate bean; a pet name * Cora: Greek - Maiden Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With D * Darby: Irish - Free from envy * Dahlia: Swedish - Valley * Delaney: Irish - Dark challenger * Della: German - Noble * Dorthea: Greek - Gift of God Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With E * Effie: Greek - Pleasant speech * Ella: German & English - All; completely; fairy maiden * Elliott: Scottish - Jehovah is God * Ellis: Welsh - Benevolent * Elodie: French - Foreign riches * Elora: Hebrew - The Lord is my light * Elowen: Cornish - Elm * Emerald: Persian - Gem; green * Emerson: German - Son of Emery * Esti: Latin - Little star Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With F * Finley: Irish & Scottish - Fair-haired hero * Flora: Latin - Flower Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With G * Gemini: Latin - Twins * Goldie: Yiddish - Gold * Grey: English & Scottish - Gray-haired * Gus: Latin - Majestic; exalted Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With H * Hayden: English - Fire; heather-grown hill * Hollis: English - Near the holly bushes * Hyacinth: Greek - Blue larkspur; precious stone Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With I * Ianthe: Greek - Purple flower * Indigo: Greek - Indian dye * Indy: English - From the River Indus * Isla: Spanish - Island * Izzy: Spanish - Pledged to God Aesthetic Names For Girls That Start With J * Jolie: French - Pretty * Jules: Latin & Greek - Youthful; soft; downy * Juniper: Latin - Young * Juno: Latin - Queen of the heavens Aesthetic Names For… https://www.popsugar.com/family/aesthetic-girl-names-48104045?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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Juniper

He did not come this way to plant a flag — this idle land between two idle towns, where birds didn’t trust the zephyr, worms threaded no mazes. He couldn’t pass you by, kindly Juniper, twined and sprawling like a wise old soul, sprung on an amber crag. In your thorny shade he curled and slept. Gold and green dry grasses spread like shimmering blades, laughing at the sky. Three hundred years you sipped the morning dews, clawed through cracks in rock to rise tall and wide, for this delicate man to spend some midday hours in your cool shelter; another three hundred you’ll dwell on his slumber. So much he must give away to purchase some convictions — you must not let him linger.

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Juniper Backstory, Part two; Let's Start At The Beginning

“Come on, Juni!” Jasper laughed, taking his little sister’s hand and leading her towards the woods behind their muddy shack, “I found something; it’s a secret, just for your birthday, okay?” he continued.

“Too fast!” she protested, her toddler legs too short to keep up with him.

Jasper chuckled again, and squatted down in front of her, “Here, I’ll give you a piggyback there.”

She locked her arms around his neck, and Jasper hoisted her up easily. When his parents first told him they were having another child, he hadn’t been looking forward to being an older sibling – and yes, sometimes his baby sister was horribly annoying – but she was also his best friend. He watched her during the days when their father was in the plant, and their mother did the daily chores and worked to earn a few copper here and there for the other members of their processing community.

It wasn’t a terribly long hike through the woods, though the thick underbrush likely meant any larger creatures would struggle to find the path that Jasper had memorized over the last few weeks. Over a small creek, through some thorny bushes, and they had arrived. A tree that looked like it had been struck by lightning – half broken and burnt out – stood like a gnarled omen in the center of a mushroom circle. At its base, carved into the roots, was a small shrine littered with old offerings. Much more exciting, the clearing was lined with raspberry and blackberry bushes, ripe and hanging heavy on their branches.

Jasper sat her down and handed her one of the baskets he’d been carrying, “Look, see, fresh berries,” he grinned.

Her eyes were wide as she took it all in, “Berries?”

“You haven’t had them fresh before, have you? Mom only gets a can of jam at the end of harvest as a treat. Here,” He walked over to one of the bushes and picked a few black berries, and put one in her small hand, “They’re good.” Jasper showed her by popping one into his own mouth. “Yum!”

She eyed the blackberry suspiciously for a moment, then stuck out her tongue to lick it, before deciding it was safe to consume and mimicking him, “Yum!”

“You like them?”

“Yeah!”

“Alright, we’re going to pick a bunch and take them home so mom can make you a pie for your birthday. So just fill up your basket but be careful of the thorns.”

Looking back on it, he probably should have been watching her a little closer, but he was excited to fill up his own basket. She was too little to maneuver fat fingers away from sharp thorns, and after only about fifteen minutes of picking, he was startled out of his thoughts by a sharp cry, followed shortly by Juniper’s wails.

He dropped his basket and ran over to her, “What’s wrong, Juni?” he asked quickly, dropping down to his knees in front of her. She was holding her hand up to him, and there was a drop of blood running down her finger. “Oh, you pricked yourself. You’re okay,” Jasper said gently, tearing off a bit of cloth from his shirt and wrapping it around her finger, then pulling her into a hug and rocking her, “It’s alright June-bug, it’s just a little owie.”

She was inconsolable, and Jasper looked around the clearing for something – anything – he could use to soothe her. In the shrine at the base of the dead tree was what looked like an old corn-husk doll. Jasper didn’t figure anyone would mind if he borrowed it, and so he went and picked it up, bringing it back to Juniper. “Look, Juni,” he said, making the little doll dance in front of her, bouncing it up and down until he’d earned a little giggle for his efforts, and his sister took the doll with both hands and hugged it.

“There we go, all bet–“ he’d started to answer when there was a sudden crash as lightning struck the dead tree beside them. When the light faded and he could see again, Jasper noticed there was a man sitting atop of the tall, burned trunk.

For a moment, the kitsune thought he was looking at a tall human, but it was looking at Jasper with pupilless eyes that glowed a bright, unsettling yellow against the evening sun from beneath its wide-brimmed hat, and Jasper knew it nothing so simple as that. He was so preoccupied by the stranger’s imposing stature – and its hair-raising aura – that Jasper almost didn’t notice the two large black wolves slink out from behind the tree on either side of it, hackles raised as they circled the clearing and the two young foxes.

Juniper had started crying again, and it looked down at her with open disdain. “What is that racket?” it asked, voice slow and deep.

“I – I’m sorry, she’s just scared,” Jasper stammered, quickly picking her up in his arms and shielding her protectively.

“A pair of little thieves,” the thing that was not a man ignored him.

“…what?”

“You stole from me,” it pointed down at the little shrine, littered with trinkets offered to it in deference. “You took something that belongs to me, boy.”

“I was just – I was just borrowing it,” Jasper protested, “She’s just a baby, and she was crying – it’s just a toy and I didn’t think anyone would mind! We’ll put it back, honest!”

“You think your sister needs a toy?” it asked, its head cocking, almost canine, but unnaturally quick.

“I – We’ll put it back,” Jasper repeated, eyeing the wolves that were circling them nervously and holding Juniper a little closer.

“A child should have a trinket. I will give her one, since you have failed to, little thief,” it remarked, smiling a wide, fanged smile that sent chills running down Jasper’s spine.

Juniper hit the ground with a yelp. Jasper had never dropped her before, but as she looked up where her brother had just been holding her, she saw a sickly green light envelop him, lifting him off the ground while the predator watched. He was screaming, the sound soon joined by Juniper’s terrified wails as she watched Jasper’s body contort and shrink with a chorus of grotesque and violent cracks, his features twisted in fear and agony. To Juniper, mere moments felt like an eternity; when it was over, Jasper fell to the ground before her. Nothing remained but a crocheted doll, silent, and still as a corpse.

“Be silent,” the creature that had just taken her brother from her commanded, but Juniper didn’t – couldn’t – stop the petrified sobs that wracked her unwilling form, both hands clamped over her mouth as she sat staring at Jasper where he had dropped her when the magic took hold of him.

“Enough,” it seethed, its voice as cold as ice. “You have outstayed your welcome.”

All at once, the wolves lunged at her, teeth snapping inches from her face – close enough that Juniper could feel their breath hot against her skin. She screamed, scrambling to her feet, and took off running as hard as she could, back toward their home.

She ran, clumsy on fat little legs, as the wolves chased her, always just a hair’s breadth behind her. Their teeth snapped at her heels, tore the fabric of her clothes, snagged her scarf, pulled her braids, but never quite caught her. Thorns and branches whipped her skin as she scrambled through the underbrush, but nothing could stop Juniper from running. When she broke out of the forest and their house came into view, the wolves broke away, stopping at the edge of the forest, snarling, their jaws dripping saliva onto the ground at their feet. They stayed there, watching, even as Juniper ran into the house, crying and babbling hysterically as she tried to explain to her mother what happened, until they knew that they had driven the girl from their master’s woods for good.

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Gokyo Valley Trek

Gokyo Valley Trek is a fascinating trekking route in the Khumbu region that offers breathtaking views of the world's highest peak, Mt Everest, the largest glacier in the Nepal Himalayas, Ngozumpa Glacier, and Gokyo Lake. The scenic natural beauty of the Gokyo region is beyond your imagination, as the view of this region is associated with soaring views of Nepal's most popular mountains at elevations above 8,000 meters, such as Cho Oyu, Everest, Lhotse, and Makalu, which are visible from Gokyo Ri above Gokyo Lake. The Gokyo Lake and Gokyo Ri Treks are an alternative to traditional Everest region treks.

The trek to Gokyo Valley begins in Lukla after a short and scenic flight from Kathmandu. The trail joins the main Everest Base Camp trail and passes through numerous sherpa settlements before arriving in Namche Bazzar, where we rest for a day to acclimate and become acquainted with mountain conditions. The trail descends steeply through Phortse Tenga before climbing steeply to Dole through Rhododendron forests festooned with hanging mosses and Lichens. We ascend steadily from Dole along the valley side toward Machhermo, where small and thorny bushes give way to scrub juniper as the altitude rises.

From Gokyo, we hike to the Gokyo Ri, the highest point of our trek, from which we have a breathtaking view of Everest, Cho Oyu, Lhotse, Nuptse, Makalu, Ama Dablam, and many other peaks. The path descends to Phortse from Pangka, passing through the picturesque villages of Chhum, Thore, Gyenhyo, and Konar. We descend from Phortse to Namche Bazzar and hike to Lukla, where we fly back to Kathmandu.

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First Impression: RWBY: Ice Queendom

This series premiered with the first three episodes combined into one huge episode, but I’ll break my summary up into separate “normal length” episodes here.

Ruby Rose visits her mom’s grave to report that her big sister is going to attend Beacon Academy to become a Huntress, a warrior who defends humanity from the malevolent “creatures of Grimm.” Said big sister, Yang Xiao Long, arrives on her trademark motorcycle. Elsewhere, rich girl Weiss Schnee battles a Grimm in a test to see whether her father will let her attend Beacon; also in attendance are her elder sister Winter, younger brother Whitley, and butler Klein (the Schnee kids’ mom is busy getting drunk). In a forest, a girl named Blake and masked swordsman Adam carry out a heist, stealing weaponized crystals known as Dust from a railroad train. They fight the battledroids, but when Blake learns that Adam plans to kill the human crew of the train, she detaches the car he is aboard, leaving it behind as the train goes on. Seeking a present for Yang, Ruby drops by a Dust shop in the city of Vale. Thugs led by an orange-haired pretty boy appear to rob the Dust shop. Ruby beats up the random jobbers, but their leader escapes via an airship. At the police station, Professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy, arrives and greets Tai (Yang and Ruby’s father), then offers to let Ruby skip two grades and attend Beacon alongside her sister. Blake, seemingly on the run, learns she’s been accepted to Beacon as well. Episode 1 wraps up with a montage of the four main characters we’ve met, and several we haven’t, all on their way to Beacon.

As episode 2 begins, we are briefly introduced to some more main characters: Ren, Nora, Pyrrha, and Jaune. The new students are quickly dumped into a test where they must retrieve a token from a ruin in a Grimm-infested forest. The first partner-less student they make eye contact with will become their partner for the duration of their time at Beacon. The test kicks off, and…WOAH! What have we here? An entirely new character: the gender-ambiguous Shion Zaiden, with white hair, too much eyeliner, and a really big hat. In the forest, Ruby and Weiss become partners, as do Jaune and Pyrrha, Yang and Blake, and Ren and Nora. They all retrieve their chess pieces, but a battle ensues against a giant bird Grimm and a giant scorpion Grimm. Once it’s all over, Jaune, Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren become Team JNPR (“juniper”). Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang become Team RWBY (“ruby”), the namesake of the entire franchise. We see a conspicuous shot of Weiss with an odd pattern on the back of her neck.

Episode 3 opens with Team RWBY in their dorm and attending class (which involves live combat in the classroom with actual Grimm). As Ruby and Weiss feud, Ozpin counsels the former while Professor Port gives advice to the latter. We see Jaune with a strange marking much like Weiss’s. He is discovered unconscious, now completely covered with the thorny vine pattern. Shion is called in, and we learn Shion is a Nightmare Hunter, one who specializes in a certain type of Grimm that can possess humans. The rest of Team JNPR must enter Jaune’s dream and kill the Grimm within it. Elsewhere, we hear that an event called the Vytal Festival is imminent, meet a monkey Faunus (human-animal hybrids, basically what other settings might call “beastfolk” or “demihumans”), run into an odd girl named Penny, and hear Blake lecture Weiss regarding her prejudice toward Faunus. It turns out Blake was hiding the fact that she is a Faunus. The orange-haired mob boss from episode 1 shows up with the White Fang (a Faunus terrorist organization) to steal more Dust, but Penny chases them off. We end on a cliffhanger, with Weiss’s Nightmare attacking her.

This is an anime adaptation of an anime-inspired American animated series, RWBY. I’m a big fan of the original series, so I can’t deny that influenced my perception of this adaptation. The negatives here are minimal, though. It’s weird hearing the characters speak in voices that aren’t “their own,” and it’s sometimes a little odd how certain characters look older / younger / cuter / sterner than their original incarnations. On a positive note, the visuals are lovely. One of the things people like to rag on the original RWBY about is that the animation started out…pretty bad…and though it improved by leaps and bounds, it remains obviously CG even after eight seasons. Those issues don’t keep me from loving the original series, but for those who hate CG in general or just disliked RWBY‘s subpar early animation, you have nothing to worry about in this gorgeous adaptation. I should also mention the soundtrack, which is quite strong (albeit different) in both the original series and this adaptation.

Although Ice Queendom introduces a number of characters much earlier than we ever saw them in the original RWBY (e.g., Weiss’s family), the first episode still mostly follows what was established in the source material (including the original character trailers). There’s a lot of awesome foreshadowing, some of it part of the original series, some new to this adaptation. But with the second and third episodes, we start to see Ice Queendom diverge from OG RWBY, with an entirely new character and events that weren’t at all part of the original series. The apparent reference to Weiss in the series’s title (she’s sometimes called an “ice queen” in the original series) implies that she may have a more prominent role here, but that’s not yet clear. Still, all three episodes have plenty of shots and dialogue that are easily recognizable as being directly inspired by the source material.

I’ve said before that I think RWBY is the only American series that I’ve seen that deserves to be called “anime.” From the character designs and fight sequences to the plot and themes to the blend of humor and serious moments, it’s as anime-esque as you can get without being made in Japan. It’s awesome. And now it’s literally an actual anime made in Japan. With such fantastic source material, I expected this adaptation to be excellent, and it doesn’t disappoint. If you’re a fan of the original RWBY, the characters you love are back and reimagined, while the story draws on what you know and also introduces unfamiliar plot twists. If you disdained the original series for its visuals, you have no excuse not to like Ice Queendom. And if you’ve never tried either…well, I recommend both of them.

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RWBY: Ice Queendom is streaming on Crunchyroll.

#Anime #First Impressions #RWBY: Ice Queendom #RWBY: Hyousetsu Teikoku #RWBY #Summer Anime 2022 #Articles #Author: Jeskai Angel

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𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

hello everyone! i am finally back with a new name list, i hope you enjoy it and find it usefull!

[ disclaimer: my sincere apologies if there are any spelling/meaning/origin mistakes in any of my name lists, i am by no means a professional in this area, i just like creating lists to help aid storytellers. i do try my best to find each name’s corresponding origin/meaning/spelling but i am a human who is prone to make the odd mistake. p.s, i take requests! ]

Female

Adalina - German derived - Noble 

Adelaide - English - Noble natured 

Adrianna - Latin - Person from Hadria 

Aishwarya - Sanskrit - Wealth, prosperity 

Alethea - Greek - Truth

Alexandria - Greek derived - Feminine form of Alexandros, defender of men

Alexandrina - Greek derived - Feminine form of Alexandros, defender of men

Alianora - Unknown - Unknown

Amaryllis - Greek - Sparkle, shine

Anastasia - Greek - Ressurection

Anastazja - Polish - Reborn 

Angelina - Greek - Messenger

Angelique - Latin - Messenger of God

Annabella - Italian - Loving

Annabelle - English - Favoured grace

Annalisa - Latin - Graced with God’s bounty

Annamaria - Italian/French/German - Bitter, grace

Anneliese - Latin - Graced with God’s bounty

Antoinetta - Latin - Praiseworthy

Antoinette - French - Priceless one

Antonella - Italian - First born

Antonia - Italian - Priceless, praiseworthy, beautiful

Antonina - Spanish - Priceless, highly esteemed

Arabella - Latin - Yielding to prayer

Araceli - Latin - Altar of heaven, heavenly homemaker

Araminta - English - Prayer, protection

Arianna - Greek/Italian - Most holy

 Ariella - Hebrew - Lion of God

Aubrianna - German - Elf

Augusta - Latin - Great, magnificent

Augustina - Latin - The exalted one

Avabella - Hebrew - My God is an oath

Avalina - English - Little bird

Avianna - Latin - Birdlike

Avrielle - Unknown - Unknown

Bathilda - Germanic/Norse - Battle

Benedetta - Latin/Spanish - Blessed

Benedicta - Latin - Blessed

Bernadetta - French - Brave Bear

Bernadette - French - Brave Bear

Busarakham - Thai - Yellow Sapphire

Cairistonia - Unknown - Unknown

Calliope - Greek - Beautifully voiced

Candelaria - Spanish - Candle

Carlotta - Italian - Free man

Carolina - Latin/French - Free man

Cassandra - Greek - The one who shines & excels over men

Cassiopeia - Greek - Unknown

Catalina - Spanish - Pure

Celestina - Spanish/Italian - Heavenly

Celestine - Latin - Heavenly

Charlotta - French/German - Manly

Charlotte - French - Free man

Chrysanthemum - Greek - Gold flower

Cleobella - Unknown - Unknown

Cleopatra - Greek - Glory of her father

Cordelia - Welsh - Jewel of the sea

Corinthia - Greek - Woman of Corinth 

Cressida - Greek - Gold 

Daniella - Latin/Hebrew - God is my judge 

Dayanara - Spanish - Forceful 

Debbonaire - French - Good natured 

Deianira - Greek - Man destroyer 

Delphina - Greek - Woman from Delphi 

Demetria - Greek - Follower of Demeter 

Desdemona - Greek - Misery, unlucky 

Dolores - Latin - Sorrowful 

Dominica - French/Latin - Lord

Dominique - French/Latin - Lord

Donatella - Italian - Gift of God

Dulcinea - Spanish - Sweetness

Ekaterina - Russian/Bulgarian - Pure

Eleanora - Greek - Sun ray

Elenora - Greek - Sun ray

Elisabet - Scandinavian - Pledged to God

Elisabetta - Italian - Pledged to God

Elizabella - Spanish - God is my oath

Elizabeth - Hebrew - My God is an oath

Elizaveta - Russian - God is my oath

Elladora - Greek - A gift sent from heaven, one who is filled with light

Emmanuella - Hebrew - God is with us

Emmeline - French/German - Work

Esmerelda - Spanish - Emerald

Esperanza - Spanish - Hope

Estefania - Spanish/Greek - Crown, garland

Eulalia - Greek - Well-spoken

Evalina - Latin - Desired

Evangelina - Latin - Gospel

Evangeline - Latin - Gospel

Evelyna - Unknown - Unknown

Fatehmeh - Arabic - Captivating, woman who abstains

Federica - Italian - Peaceful ruler

Felicity - Latin - Happiness

Fernanda - Portuguese/Spanish/Italian - Bold voyager

Fiorella - Italian - Little flower

Francesca - Italian - From France

Frederica - German/English - Peaceful ruler

Gabriella - Spanish/Italian - God is my strength

Galatea - Greek - She who is milk-white

Galilea - Italian/Hebrew - Born in Galilee

Gayatari - Sanskrit - Goddess

Geneva - French - Juniper tree

Genevieve - Celtic/French/German - White wave

Georgetta - French/Greek/Latin - Farmer

Georgianna - Catalan/English/Greek/Romanian - Farmer

Georgina - Greek - Farmer

Giovanetta - Unknown - Unknown

Giullietta - Italian/Latin - Youthful

Gwendolyn - Welsh - White ring

Helena - Greek - Shining light

Henrietta - French/English - Estate ruler

Hydrangea - Greek/Latin - Water vessel

Ingeborg - Norse - Stronghold, protection

Isabella - Italian - God is my abundance

Isabellina - Portuguese - My god is a vow

Isadora - Greek - Gift of Isis

Itzayana - Mayan - Gift of God

Jacqueline - French - Supplanter

Jaganmata - Hindu - Mother of the world

Jasmina - French/Persian - God’s gift

Jessamina - Persian - Gift of God

Jessamine - Persian - Gift of God

Josephina - Hebrew - Jehovah increases

Julianna - Latin - Youthful

Julietta - Italian/Latin - Youthful

Katerina - Greek - Pure

Katherine - Greek - Pure

Kathleen - Irish/Greek - Pure

Laurentia - Latin - From Laurentium

Leocadia - Spanish - Splendid brightness

Leonora - Greek - Compassion, light

Liliana - Spanish/Italian - Lily, flower

Liliosa - Spanish - Lily, flower

Louisiana - German - Famous warrior

Luciana - Latin - Light

Lucinda - Latin - Light

Maddelena - Italian - Woman from Magdala

Magdalena - Greek - Woman from Magdala

Magnolia - Latin - Magnol’s flower

Marcelina - Latin - Dedicated to Mars

Marceline - Latin - Dedicated to Mars

Margaery - French - Pearl

Margaretha - Greek/Latin - Pearl, margarita

Marguerita - Greek - Pearl

Marguerite - French - Pearl

Mariana - Spanish - Grace, drop of the sea

Mariella - Latin/Dutch - Star of the sea

Marielle - Latin/Dutch - Star of the sea

Melania - Greek - Black, dark

Miabella - Italian - Beauty

Millicent - German - Strong in work

Mirabella - Latin - Wondrous beauty

Momilani - Hawaiian - Pearl of heaven

Montserrat - Latin - Jagged mountain

Morganna - Welsh - Sea-born

Nicoletta - Greek - People of victory

Nicolina - Greek - People of victory

Octavia - Latin - Eighth

Olivia - Latin - Olive tree

Olympia - Greek - From Mount Olympus

Onaiwah - Native American - Awake

Ophelia - Greek - Help

Penelope - Greek - Weaver

Persephone - Greek - Bringer of destruction

Petronella - Latin/Greek - Stone, rock

Petronilla - Italian/Latin - Stone, rock

Philomena - Greek - Friend of strength

Priscilla - Latin - Ancient

Raffaella - French - God has healed

Raphaela - Hebrew - God has healed

Rosabelle - Latin - Beautiful rose

Rosalina - German - Gentle horse

Samantha - Hebrew - Told by God

Santana - Spanish - Holy

Saphhira - Greek - Sapphire

Seraphina - Hebrew - Burning ones

Serenity - Latin - Peaceful

Shoshana - Hebrew - Lily, rose

Sophronia - Greek - Wise

Stellamaris - Latin - Star of the sea

Tatiana - Russian - Fairy Queen

Temperance - English - Moderation

Theodora - Greek - Gift of God

Ululani - Hawaiian - Heavenly inspiration

Valencia - Latin - Strong, healthy

Valentina - Latin - Strong, healthy

Vasilisa - Russian - Queen, Empress

Venezia - Italian - From Venice

Veronica - Latin - She who brings victory

Victoria - Latin - Victory

Violetta - Italian - Purple

Virginia - Latin - Virginal, pure

Vivienne - French - Life

Waleria - Polish - Healthy, strong

Wilhelmina - Dutch/German - Will, desire, helmet, protection

Williamina - German - Protection, resolute

Xanthippe - Greek - Yellow Horse

Yaroslava - Slavic - Fierce, glorious

Yevgeniya - Russian - Well born

Zenobia - Greek - Life of Zeus

Male

Aballach - Arthurian - Father of Modron

Abraham - Hebrew - Father of multitudes

Acacius - Greek - Thorny

Alessandro - Italian - Defender of mankind

Alexander - Latin - To ward off, defend & protect

Alexandros - Greek - Defender, protector of man

Algernon - Norman-French - Moustached man

Alistair - Scottish - Defending men

Alphonsus - Spanish/Italian - Noble & ready

Ambrose - Greek/Latin - Immortal

Ambrosius - Greek/Latin - Divine, immortal

Anderson - Greek - Son of Andrew

Antonio - Spanish/Italian - Priceless one

Archibald - Germanic - Bold, genuine

Augustus - Latin - Majestic, venerable

Aurelius - Latin - Golden

Balthasar - Greek - Bal protects the King

Barnaby - English - Young warrior

Bartholomew - Aramaic - Son of Talmai

Beauchamp - English/French - Beautiful field

Beauregard - French - Beautiful gaze

Beckett - English - Beehive

Belvidere - Italian - Beautiful to see

Benedict - Latin - Blessed

Benjamin - Hebrew - Son of the right hand

Broderick - Welsh/Irish/Norse - Son of Rhydderch, descendent of Bruadar, Ginger brother

Callahan - Irish - Descendent of Ceallachán

Caspian - Arabic - Treasure of the sea

Cassander - Spanish/Greek - Brother of heroes

Channing - English/French - Young wolf, church offical

Christian - English - Follower of Christ

Christopher - English/Greek - Bearing Christ

Cillian - Irish - War, strife, church

Cleveland - English - Cliff land

Clifford - English - Lives near the cliff

Constantine - Latin/Greek - Steadfast, constant

Constantino - Latin/Greek - Steadfast, constant

Cornelius - Latin - Horn

Dartagnan - French - From Artagnan

Dashiell - French/Scottish - Heaven, sky

Douglas - Scottish - Dark water

Elmwood - English - Forest of Elm trees

Elwood - English - Forest of Elder trees

Emerson - German - Son of Emery

Emiliano - Italian - Rival

Emmanuel - Hebrew - God is with us

Evander - Greek/Scottish - Strong man, bow warrior

Finnegan - Irish - Son of fair haired

Fiorello - Italian - Little flower

Fitzwilliam - English - Son of William

Francesco - Latin/Spanish - French man, free man

Frederick - German - Peaceful ruler

Gabriel - Hebrew - God is my strength

Grayson - English - Grey haired one

Gregory - Latin - Gregarious

Guillermo - Spanish - Resolute protector

Harrison - English - Son of Harry

Heathcliffe - English - Cliff near a heath

Henderson - Scottish - Son of Henry

Holden - English - Hollow in the valley

Humphrey - French/English - Peaceful warrior, bear cub

Hyperion - Greek - The high one

Ignatius - Latin/Etruscan - Fiery one

Jackson - English - Son of Jack

Jameson - English - Son of James

Jefferson - English - Son of Jeffrey

Jeremiah - Hebrew - Yhwh will raise

Jonathon - Hebrew - Son of Jehovah

Joshua - Hebrew - Yhwh is salvation

Kenderick - Scottish/English - Royal ruler, champion

Lancaster - English - Habitational name

Lawrence - Latin - From Laurentium

Leander - Greek - Lion man

Leonardo - Italian/Spanish/Portuguese - Strong as a Lion

Leopold - Germanic - Brave people

Lorenzo - Italian/Spanish - From Laurentium

Lysander - Greek - Liberator

Madigan - Irish - Little dog

Malachi - Hebrew - Messenger of God

Marcellus - French - Young warrior

Marmaduke - Irish/Gaelic - Follower of Maedoc, leader of the seas

Maverick - American - Independent

Maximilianus - Latin - Greatest

Maximillian - Latin - Greatest

Montgomery - French - Gomeric’s hill

Mordecai - Hebrew - Little man

Morrison - English/Scottish - Son of Morris

Muhammad - Arabic - Praised, commendable

Napoleon - Greek - Lion of the new city

Nathaniel - Greek/Hebrew - God has given

Nicholas - Greek - Victory of the people

Nicholson - English/Greek - Son of Nicholas

Octavian - Latin - Eighth

Oswald - Anglo-Saxon - Divine power, ruler

Ozymandias - Greek - Tyrant, dictator

Percival - French - Pierce the vale

Peregrine - Latin - One from abroad

Phineas - Hebrew - Oracle

Randolph - English/German - Chief-Wolf

Reginald - Latin - King

Remington - English - Place on a riverbank

Roderick - Germanic - Famous ruler

Salvatore - Italian - Savior

Santiago - Spanish/Latin - Saint James

Sebastian - Latin - Venerable

Simeon - Hebrew - To hear, to be heard

Solomon - Hebrew - Man of peace

Sullivan - Irish - Black eyed one

Sylvester - Latin - Wooded, wild

Tennyson - English - Son of Dennis

Thaddeus - Aramaic - Courageous heart

Theodore - Greek - God given

Tiberius - Latin - Of the Tiber

Tobias - Hebrew/Greek - God is good

Tristram - Welsh - Noise

Ulysses - Greek - Wrathful, hater

Valentino - Latin - Strong

Vincenzo - Italian - To conquer

Wallace - Scottish/English - Foreigner

Wellington - English - Place name

Whittaker - English - White field

William - Germanic - Strong-willed warrior

Willoughby - English - Willow farm

Xerxes - Persian - Hero among heroes

Zacchaeus - Hebrew/Greek - Pure, innocent

Zachariah - Persian/Hebrew - God remembers

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[maevefinnartist]

Landlord is Coming - a witchy checklist

is your landlord a dick? are you worried about them entering your living space with negative intentions? are you unable to make rent and believe that landlords aren't entitled to your income? are you sick of the fact that landlords are buying up more property than they need to survive, and are making it less possible for the lower class to buy their own homes? do you simply just do not like people in your space? here's a couple of things I've been doing lately while I wait with bated breath to find out if I'm getting evicted or not because our apartment building is being sold 🙃

place a key that unlocks something your landlord doesn't have access to under your doormat or under a rock near the door. this can be a key to your mom's house or your diary key, any kind of key

trim thorny branches off of briars, honey locust, anything with thorns and place them in your windowsills. carefully of course and show your gratitude to the plant

line the property with ground eggshells. this has the same protective effect as a salt perimeter, but is less harmful to the soil and bugs in it

sprinkle a dash of pepper in the center of every room, and sweep it out the door after the landlord leaves

place your broom upside down (bristles toward the ceiling) to keep them from staying too long

make an elixir of juniper or rosemary and water with a single hair from your head. spray a little of this on your walls to mark them as yours

make sigils of your own name or anything that implies sovereignty or ownership to draw in the dirt outside the house

#witchcraft #landlords are parasites