-> @oneironott@vulpine.club @Oneironott@awoo.space

The air feels... weird. Not in a particularly bad way, but something does feel.... off.

(( This is, what i am at least imagining to be the basis of my ongoing story project. I've struggled with Magic Systems for a long time, but I've decided to draw a lot more from my life than I originally intended, and keeping it "more close to truth than you'd think" ))

So it stayed this way, hidden in plain sight, and although the knowledge of how magic returned remained largely a mystery, the knowledge of it as a resource became known, and there was a great attempt to keep magic hidden from the rest of the world, so that it may start to thrive again.
But as generations past, magic began to affect more than just humans, and the task of keeping it a secret started to expand far greater than anyone could cover up.

The first to grasp at its' edges were the witches. Neopagans and wiccan types whose knowledge stemmed from older times. Beings who knew at least knew that a tweak of perception was necessary.
Those that grasped at magic hid well behind the veil that perception drew over them, and it was so effective that they could talk in public without ever being known to have actual, real magic.

One day there was a falling star that brought magic back to the world. It was subtle, though. It dug into the roots of the earth and replenished over decades. It thrived, because the beings of Terra had long since forgotten how to use such a resource.
Most of them, at least.

Yo nerd wanna get shrunk and hotbox in my maw

“Vloe if you love tails so much why don’t you-” *is already walking down the isle*

Hi im vloelei and im more infatuated with tails than you think i am

to feel over every inch of it and know that it is mine. To feel the rightness and oneness of it as i dive underwater… to feel the current and flow against its’ length and sway in my swim~
I love my tail, even if i will never feel it there in all physicality. It will still always be my tail, even if it’s a distant memory of something that should be there.

I wish i could feel it attached there. the sweet curve of it flowing in transition to my lower back.
Feel how it rests on my rump, draped down low. To just feel sexier with it in that. Right, with my hips and rump and tail.
I wish i could feel the heft of it. Feel the swaying to my gait and the wind against it. Feel -so- many things against it.
To feel it entwine with my lovers’ tails in embrace, or sleeping back to back with them and sleeping with them twisted and entwined.

I love my boobs. 💙

Real talk though, i’m watching my $ but it’s so nice to have. Proper fitting bra omg

I got a new bra because i kept saying that my boobs were growing on twitter and then my boobs kept growing

I’ve been in an “obnoxiously positive” mood where i keep poking folks i don’t talk to often and remind them that they are wonderful and lovely
So like
Hey y’all
You are awesome
And beautiful
And i love ya

i ate a real spicy noodles and my tumtum is upset someone go inside and help

I like.... tails

Woah i’m cute o.o WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN

LRT SCREAMING

Sweet mover make this day fluid and positive x.x