#maple tree 🍁

[an-albino-pinetree]

@hootbon YOUUU! YOU TALENTED ARTIST YOU-

[t0bi44]

Maple 🍁 trees are so beautiful this time of year!

Maple leaves turn red in the fall because of anthocyanin, an antioxidant pigment that's produced when chlorophyll breaks down: Weather- Cool nights and warm days create the ideal conditions for anthocyanin production. The cool nights prevent sugars from moving out of the leaves, and the bright light helps the sugars form anthocyanin. As the days get shorter in the fall, chlorophyll production decreases, making other pigments visible.

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

[ergativeabsolutive]

I don’t get it. Why the fuck are we, my fellow Americans, still to this day engaged in this bloody business of exploiting people abroad for sugarcane? Why were we ever? We have sugar at home! My god, we have sugar at home! No, not HFCS!!! Fuck that! It’s called maple! Beautiful, delicious maple!!! The greatest form of sugar in the world! Why do you think the Canadians have it on their flag? They’re right to celebrate it so! The only thing sugarcane is really good for IMO is molasses

[katyspersonal]

@heraldofcrow

[cottoncandycadaver]

[ariestrxsh]

stranger!matt x stranger!reader

🍁🍂 content warning: smut, fluff, strangers to lovers, oral (both m! and f!receiving), praise, semi-public/risky unprotected sex, literally just the cutest little smutty fic I've ever written

🍁🍂 summary: you and matt meet for the first time at a local coffee shop and spend the day together, bonding over your mutual appreciation for autumn.

this fic was requested/inspired by this ask

dividers by @/dollywons

Sunsetz

You wrinkled your nose as you stood in line at your favorite local coffee shop. It was your first time there since they'd rolled out their fall specials, and you fiddled with the sleeve of your mustard-colored sweater while you were going back and forth between the pumpkin spice latte and the pistachio latte, your eyes shifting around on the menu.

You'd finally made up your mind just in time for the cashier to make eye contact with you. "How are you doing?" She asked warmly, smiling with her eyes. "I'm good. How are you?" You responded, making pleasantries. "Great! What can I get for you?" She asked. "I'll have a large, hot pistachio latte, please," you responded, changing your mind at the last second.

"I'll have what she's having," the boy behind you stepped forward and grinned at you. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He had on a fall-colored flannel, jeans, and tan Timberland boots. He was the cutest boy you'd ever laid eyes on.

"You should get a different flavor, so we can try each other's drinks," you suggested to the stranger who was handing the barista his debit card. "I like the way you think. You pick which flavor I should get," he leaned closer to you. "Get the maple brown sugar latte," you smiled.

"Okay, one large, hot pistachio latte, and one large, hot maple brown sugar latte," he replied. The girl taking your order looked between the two of you, realizing she was witnessing the beginning of a whirlwind love story. "What's the name for the order?" She asked, her eyes lovingly shifting between you and the boy to your left. "Matt," he answered. He tipped her 25%, and after the interaction, the two of you stepped off to the side to wait for your drinks.

"So, you know my name. Now, what's yours?" Matt wondered, and you told him. "That's a pretty name," he smiled at you, and you couldn't help but smile back. "Thank you for buying my drink," you thanked him. "Thank you for allowing me to," he replied. Another girl who worked at the coffee shop hand-delivered your lattes to you in the lobby.

"Do you want to sit inside or outside?" The cute boy looked at you with his beautiful, blue eyes. "Let's sit outside. Fall is my favorite season. Nothing beats a hot coffee in the autumn breeze while watching the leaves fall," you told him. "Fall is my favorite, too! I couldn't agree more with what you just said," Matt replied, his face hurting from smiling.

The two of you found a nice, quiet place to sit outside on a bench under a tree whose leaves were starting to change color and float off the branches. You took a sip of your drink. The milk was perfectly silky, and the warm, sweet liquid filled your tastebuds, your eyes widening.

"Mmm, you have to try this," you handed your drink to him, and he handed his to you. Matt's drink was a bit sweeter and tasted just like maple syrup coffee. "This one's good, too, but I like mine better," you giggled, exchanging drinks once more.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" He asked, intimately looking into your eyes. "What?" You wondered, studying his features. "I've always wanted to just set aside one full day to do every fall cliché. Fall activities are my favorite, and I'd love to just spend a whole day doing it all," he admitted. "Well, then it's a date. The day is young," you said, peering down at your watch and noticing it was a quarter past 9 a.m.

"You'd really spend a whole day with me doing autumn-themed stuff?" Matt blushed. "It would be my pleasure," you responded, smiling and taking another drink of your latte. "Well, first, we have to make a list of all the fall activities we love," Matt suggested.

"Apple picking for sure," you responded right off the bat. "Totally agree. Pumpkin patch obviously," Matt told you, taking a sip. "I begged my ex to take me to a pumpkin patch last fall, and he never did. He always thought they were corny," you responded, sounding annoyed and smoothing out your plaid skirt.

"Speaking of corny, cornmaze! But on a more serious note, your ex sounds like he didn't know how good he had it," Matt's gaze searched your facial features, fixating on your lips. "You don't have a boyfriend now, do you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. You shook your head no.

"Good. I can't believe someone who would call themselves your boyfriend wouldn't take a girl as pretty as you to a pumpkin patch in autumn. His loss," Matt commented, drinking his maple latte. "You think I'm pretty?" You asked, your cheeks turning pink. "I really do," he said. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased, returning the compliment.

"What else would you want to do today?" He asked. "I know it might sound silly, but I love going to book stores during fall," you responded, finishing your drink. "Definitely. Bookstores and fall just go together. Let's do it," he agreed. "We'd better get started," you smiled at him, getting up from the bench.

Matt showed you where he was parked, and the two of you meandered through winding backroads until you stumbled upon an apple farm. The two of you carried your baskets from tree to tree while you lost yourself in Matt's blue eyes. Despite the other people around you apple picking, all the two of you could see were each other.

You told Matt about your hobbies, your passions, and your family. You told him about how you never felt like your parents saw you for who you were, but more their idea of you. "It feels like in my mom's mind, I stopped aging past a certain point, and she can't accept that I'm a different person than I was five years ago. It's really strange," you said, looking at your feet with your hands in the pockets of your skirt.

Matt opened up to you, too. He told you about his two triplet brothers and about the unique experience of coming into the world with two other people and about how he was always considered the shy and quiet one.

"It's not that I don't have anything to say. I just take a little longer to think about what I'm going to say before I say it, and by the time I'm ready to talk, the subject has changed three times. I don't know. Sometimes it's hard to finish my own thoughts when I'm alone, because I'm always used to people finishing my sentences for me or interrupting them," he admitted.

"I can relate to that. I just really value silence, and I feel like something has to be better than or more important than the silence for me to want to say it out loud. A lot of people talk just to fill the empty air," you told him.

The two of you shared more about yourselves, finding you had more and more in common as you went. You watched Matt pluck a few apples off the tree, and you noted how delicately and methodically he did this, and he noticed you watching him.

"Wanna know when an apple's perfect for picking?" He asked, and you gave him your full attention. "Hold it in your palm like this, and then roll back," he said, showing you and pivoting his wrist. The bright red apple popped right off. "If it snaps off the tree easily like that, it's ready," he taught you.

"I've been picking apples my whole life. I didn't know that trick," you responded. "Here, put your hand on that apple," he said, pointing at a shiny, ripe one. He placed his hand on top of yours, and you found yourself holding your breath. He helped you through the motion he was talking about. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"Yeah, the trick is to find the perfect balance. You grab it gently enough to keep from bruising it, but firmly enough that you don't drop it when it comes off," his voice grew slower and quieter as he turned his gaze from the freshly plucked fruit to you. "You know, you don't want to force it. You just let it happen naturally," he murmured, looking into your eyes until he wasn't talking about the apples anymore.

Under the apple tree was where you two shared your first kiss. You leaned in at the same time as he did. His hand instinctively reached up to cradle your face. He kissed the way he picked apples. Firmly but gently. His tongue lightly brushed against yours, and his soft, luscious lips melted into yours.

The two of you read each other's body language, matching one another's speed and tempo, and listening to know when to pull away. It happened like Matt had said it would, naturally.

Once you slowly opened your eyes after such a passionate kiss, the two of you smiled even harder than you had been all morning, and blood rushed to your cheeks as Matt told you how much he liked it. "I did, too."

"Try the apple we just picked," Matt said, handing you the ripe fruit. You took it from him and took a big bite, the juice filling your mouth and making a loud crunch as you sunk your teeth down into it. "It's perfect," you whispered. "It's perfect," he agreed.

You swooned over Matt as the two of you made your way to the next destination. "I can't believe we met two hours ago, and you're already taking me to a pumpkin patch," you murmured next to him in the car, gently running your fingers over the bit of scruff he had on his chin. He took one hand off the wheel and gently gripped your thigh while he looked over and gave you a warm smile.

You walked with Matt through the pumpkin patch leisurely while admiring the way he looked surrounded by the fall pallette, the warm tones bringing out the red tones in his hair. He thought you looked beautiful in the warm shades as well, making sure to take a few candid pictures of you on his phone while you picked out which pumpkin you wanted to take with you.

You settled on a rather small, perfectly round pumpkin nestled between two bigger ones. "I want this one," you told Matt, and he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest. "I'd find a way to bring home every pumpkin in the patch for you if you wanted," he told you before kissing you on the forehead, and you blushed.

It seemed hard to believe your ex didn't even care enough to take you to a pumpkin patch, and yet this beautiful stranger offered to bring home every pumpkin for you. You nearly teared up at his sweet words.

Once you'd finished up at your second destination, you were onto the third. You two were completely alone in the cornmaze, not having seen a single other person as you meandered through. The sun was high in the sky, and conversation between you and Matt continued to flow easily.

"I actually got lost in a cornmaze once when I was a kid. Couldn't find either of my parents, and I started crying, and some stranger had to help me out of the maze," you said, kind of embarrassed as the two of you walked through a cornmaze "That must have been so scary," he responded. "It's okay. I'm not afraid of them anymore," you laughed.

"This is so embarrassing, but the first time I ever saw porn, the people were like fucking in a corn field, and I couldn't go through a cornmaze without getting a boner for like a few years after that," he admitted, turning red. You giggled, appreciating his vulnerability.

"That's kind of hot," you said, stopping and turning to him. Matt's eyes darted around for a second, nervous about all the attention he felt on him. "What? What are you thinking?" He asked, shrugging and blushing. "We're the only ones here right now," you chuckled before dropping to your knees in front of him.

His eyes widened as your hands reached for the button on his jeans. He couldn't believe this was really happening. You slowly pulled down his zipper and reached into his underwear, drawing out his member.

You delivered a long, slow lick from the base all the way to his tip, holding eye contact the entire time. You felt him stiffen in your hand as blood immediately rushed to it, and he let out a soft moan. You nestled him between your lips, gently spiraling your tongue around his swollen head.

He twitched against the roof of your mouth as his hand found its way to the back of your head. He ever so gently but passionately pushed down, burying just a bit more of his length past your lips. You slowly bobbed up and down, still looking into his beautiful, blue eyes that were rolling back into his head.

You teased the underside, softly running your tongue along a sweet spot and tenderly sucking on it while a few delighted noises escaped from the boy you were knelt in front of. He couldn't get enough of the way you worked your soft, warm mouth on his sensitive nerve endings. "That's it. Keep going," he moaned, running his thumb over your cheek.

You savored every up and down motion, drawing it out and letting Matt feel every subtlety while you learned the details of his shaft with your tongue, tracing every vein and ridge. You moved your attention back up to the tip, rolling your tongue around on the mushroom shape, paying close attention to what Matt was responsive to.

"Atta girl," he praised you, delighting in every sensation. He ran his fingers through your hair, looking down at the way his length was tucked neatly behind your lips while you looked up at him with your big, doe eyes. "Shit. I'm cumming," he whispered, his eyes starting to glaze over before he let out a few satisfied sounds he'd been holding back for a while.

His glorious member pulsated against your tongue as he released his seed into your mouth, and you swallowed the evidence of the good time you'd just shown him. "Wow," he whispered after he finished and started to button and zip his jeans back up, looking around to make sure you two were still the only ones in the cornmaze.

"Was that good?" You asked, wiping a bit of saliva from your chin and smiling up at him. "It was incredible," he smiled while he caught his breath, and the two of you continued on your way. You knew it was rather forward of you to give head to a man you'd met only about four hours prior, but he didn't seem to mind, and it just all felt kind of natural with him.

The two of you held hands as you found yourselves through the rest of the maze, slowly falling even deeper in love with each other the more you learned about one another.

"What's your biggest fear?" Matt asked, getting to know you. "Heights," you responded, looking down at your feet as you walked. "What about yours?" Your eyes raised to meet Matt's. "Ketchup," he confidently responded, raising his eyebrows at you. "You know, I actually understand that. I have this thing with mayonnaise," you giggled.

"No way. I've never met anyone else with a condiment phobia like I have," Matt stopped walking and widened his eyes at you. "Yeah. I hate the stuff. Don't want it on my food. Don't want it near my food. Don't want it near me," you responded, shaking your head. "That's exactly how I feel about ketchup," Matt smiled at you.

"Still down to go to the bookstore? You're not gonna just take the blowjob and run?" You asked, only half-kidding, having been used by men so many times before you were no longer shocked by their behaviors.

He stopped walking for a moment, turning to you and grabbing you by the waist to pull you closer into him, and he kissed you deeply and passionately. "Of course I'm not gonna run," Matt assured you, looking into your eyes. You couldn't deny how smitten you were with him, and you found yourself wanting to spend every day for the rest of your life with him.

The two of you made your way to the bookstore in Matt's car, stealing glances from one another every few seconds and when your eyes would land on each other at the same time, you'd both blush and smile. The two of you settled on a book store neither of you had ever heard of and next to it was a cute little Café where they were advertising their spiced hot cider and Matt offered to buy you each a cup to which you accepted.

And as the two of you floated into the bookstore with your cider, you guys talked about your favorite books. "My favorite book of all time has to be The Great Gatsby," you confidently told him. "That's a great book," Matt agreed. "Like when it comes to imagery, The Great Gatsby nailed it, and the symbolism. Just a great book. So well-written," you told him.

"You're kind of a nerd, huh?" Matt teased you as the two of you wandered aimlessly through the narrow aisles of shelves covered in books from every genre, every time period, and not appearing to be in any specific order. "What? And you're not?" You snarked back. "No, I'm definitely kind of a nerd. That's why I like you," he smirked at you.

"What's your favorite book, nerd?" You nudged him in the arm. "I don't know about my favorite book, but I recently read Perks of Being a Wallflower, and I loved it," Matt told you. "I love that book," you replied. "I can definitely relate to Charlie a lot, you know," he told you, nervously rubbing his neck and opening up to you about his mental health struggles and not being sure if he could say for sure or not if he had depression or anxiety, but he told you about his time in therapy and how he related to a lot of the symptoms.

You took his hand, and this gesture assured him he wouldn't ever have to take it on alone as long as you were around, and he found a solace in the way you ran your thumb over the back of his hand as you held it.

"How will I know when it gets bad?" You asked him, giving him your full attention. "I tend to isolate and lose interest in things I love, but I really trust you, so I'll try to reach out and let you know when it's getting bad," Matt assured you. You smiled warmly at him.

"Oh, The Book Thief!" You exclaimed, your eyes fixating on the bookshelf behind Matt where the title jumped out at you. "I've been meaning to read this. It was recommended to me by a friend," you said, picking it up and flipping through the pages. "Does your friend hate you? That book's so depressing," Matt snorted.

"I love sad books," you responded defensively. "Well, it's a great book. You're gonna love it," Matt said, taking the book from you and holding it under his arm while he relished in how cute you looked when you were excited.

The two of you continued walking through the bookstore together, picking up old books and smelling their musty, worn pages, and talking about your other favorite classic books while you each sipped on your hot cider. You looked down at your watch and noticed it was getting close to sundown.

"Matt, we have to find somewhere to watch the sunset. It's getting late, and that would be the perfect way to end our perfect-fall-day date together," you said, grabbing onto his arm. Matt insisted on buying The Book Thief for you before you shuffled out of the bookstore.

"I know the perfect place we can watch the sunset from," Matt glanced over at you while the two of you were in his car on your way to the next adventure. He took you to an empty park, and the two of you hiked to the swing set at the top of the hill.

You and Matt sat silently in your swings, gently swaying back and forth while the two of you watched the bright burning ball of light slowly descend below the horizon, taking with it the warm glow that illuminated the atmosphere. The silence with Matt was comfortable as the two of you took in the sight until Matt's voice broke through the sound barrier.

"I don't want to freak you out, but I've been thinking about returning the favor all day, and I've been waiting for us to be alone," Matt said, dropping to his knees in front of you. "May I?" He inquired, tracing the inside of your thigh with his fingers as he hesitantly reached up your skirt with a trembling hand.

You were taken off guard but incredibly flattered by his gesture, and you slowly nodded while you looked down at him wide-eyed while taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

He slowly slipped his head between your legs, kissing you and gently massaging your clit through your underwear with his thumb. He gripped the waistband of your panties and tugged them off of you while you lifted yourself up to help him.

He parted your thighs and spread you open with his fingers while he licked his lips. "Your pussy is so beautiful," he praised you while he looked up at you with his crystal blue eyes. Then he buried his face between your legs again, sensually and tenderly tracing your folds with long licks.

Your breath started to speed up, and your heart started to beat faster as he started lightly teasing your clit. You let out a soft whine and threw your head back as he slowly continued his journey with his tongue.

He engulfed your sensitive bud, taking it between his lips and humming against it. Your legs involuntarily fell shut around Matt's ears, and you tightly gripped the chains of the swing.

There was nothing more romantic than Matt passionately eating you out beneath the pink and orange-painted autumn sunset.

His mouth had you under a spell. Your hand found its way entwined in Matt's hair, gently running your fingers through it while he gingerly sucked on your bundle of nerves. He pulled away for a moment, fixing his gaze on you and the way the sunset reflected back at him in your eyes.

"You taste so sweet," he complimented you before delving back in, his tongue swirling between your folds, manipulating your cunt in the best way. You'd never had a man go down on you so enthusiastically and so skillfully before.

A few more soft whimpers got away from you as Matt held the swing steady. Your whole body began go tremble, and a surge of euphoria traveled through your system as Matt treated you to the best head of your life. "Oh, Matt. Please don't stop," you moaned in a breathy and desperate voice, and he didn't dream of it.

He proceeded to hungrily lap up your wet warmth, every once in a while creating a bit of suction, and he relished in the way you responded to every subtle flick of his tongue across your clit. "Good girl," Matt moaned against your pussy as he felt you get close.

His praise sent you over the edge, and you violently shook with one hand on the back of Matt's head, encouraging him to keep going, and the other hand securely holding onto the swing chain. You watched as the sky turned to dusk, the sun sinking beneath your range of view while Matt's mouth worked tirelessly, bringing you to orgasm.

Your climax cascaded through you, sending ripples of delight through every extremity, and the sensation intensified being in a semi-public place while you rode the wave of pleasure, letting it overtake you. Your body convulsed, and the hand entangled in Matt's hair started to gently tug on his brown locks as you finished on his tongue, several satisfied whimpers tearing through you.

Matt pulled away once your orgasm was through taking its course, and he peered up at you with his bedroom eyes. "Was that good?" Matt timidly asked. "Are you kidding?" You breathlessly whispered to the boy still kneeling in front of you as you combed through his hair with your fingers. "No one's ever made me cum from head before." Matt blushed, flattered he could do for you what no man had successfully done before.

He helped you slip your panties back on before the two of you sauntered back to the car, wanting to drag the day out further. "I don't want this night to end now," Matt admitted as he held the passenger door open for you. "What if it didn't?" You softly asked, searching his expression with your eyes, silently begging him to kiss you again.

Reading your body language, he reached up and cupped your face with one hand, and his lips met yours, your tongues swirling against each other's while you imagined what it would be like to wake up next to him every morning. "Stay the night with me. Please," Matt whispered, looking into your eyes and holding your face with both his palms after he pulled away from your deep kiss.

"Can we have a camp fire and sleep under the stars tonight?" You asked him, returning the same loving expression he gave you. He eagerly nodded at you, loving that idea. "I already have blankets and pillows in my car. We just need some lighter fluid and firewood," Matt told you, smiling.

So the two of you stopped for camp fire supplies, and Matt took you to his favorite camping spot. Under the clear, starry night, Matt got the fire going while you sat bundled up in a blanket, and the sound of the crackling accompanied by the smell of the smoke as it rose from the burning wood and dwindled off into the atmosphere, brought you a feeling of peace.

Matt nestled in next to you beneath the fleece fabric as the two of you talked about all the positive memories you had associated with camping and camp fires, exchanging childhood stories and family lore. He was such a good listener, asking more questions and repeating things you'd said earlier on in the day. He held eye contact with you, almost making you nervous because you weren't used to having someone's undivided attention like that.

While you fell more deeply into conversation and more deeply in love, the two of you watched the chemical reaction before your eyes which was a perfect metaphor for your whirlwind love story and the way you were burning up with desire for one another.

The two of you shared another deep, long, passionate kiss, and before you knew it, your hands were wandering and so were Matt's. Pieces of clothing slowly came off as you traced each other's bodies with your lips. "I didn't know you had tattoos. You've been wearing this flannel all day," you said in a low voice, tracing the ink on his shoulders as it glowed in the light of the fire.

And before you knew it, you were on Matt's lap, straddling him, bouncing up and down on his member while his hands were gripping your waist, helping you ride him. Your moans and Matt's filled the forest air as your souls intertwined. Matt was present with you the whole time, showering you with compliments, looking into your eyes, reading the language your body silently spoke to him, and attuning himself to you.

"Are your legs getting tired, baby?" He asked you in between his fervent whimpers, noticing your wobbly knees and slowed movements. You nodded, and in one swift motion, he was on top of you, pinning you to the ground and gently thrusting into you, delighting in the sounds you made into his ear.

Despite being half-clothed and how cold it was outside, the fire and your body heat kept each other warm. You dragged your fingernails down Matt's shirtless back and squeezed your legs around his waist as he drove his member into you again and again. It didn't take much. Matt's passionate and drawn out thrusts hit your gspot everytime, triggering the knot in your stomach to snap.

"Oh, Matt," you whined, your whole body tensing up and trembling as your pretty pussy clenched around his girth. "Cum for me, pretty girl," he quietly mumbled to you. He pulled you into another kiss. The way you rhythmically throbbed around him had Matt following seconds behind you.

As the two of you finished, each for the second time that day, moaning into each other's mouth, Matt's strokes slowed to a stop, and he collapsed onto your rising and falling chest. You cradled his head and ran your fingers through the pretty boy's hair, thanking him for how good he made you feel.

The two of you giggled and blushed about sharing such an intimate experience only having known each other for about twelve hours, but it didn't matter because you knew he was it for you, and he felt the same way. Neither one of you saw the need to beat around the bush or be indirect with one another, because you could both feel the undeniable chemistry, love, and sexual tension that flowed through the both of you when you looked at each other.

You two laid there under the blanket of stars for several minutes, soaking up each other's presence, and Matt finally broke the silence. "You remember how this morning you told me you didn't have a boyfriend? I'm changing that. You're all mine, and I'm all yours."

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[numinous-queer]

@elodieunderglass I finally got some photos of the "piebald" maple tree in my backyard, and thought they could be a fitting addition to your leucism tag! I have NO IDEA what's going on with the tree to make it do this, but the affected leaves appear healthy and unblemished. I have to think it is impacting the tree's ability to photosynthesize though!

Some leaves are completely white, others have a beautiful mottled pattern that often-but-not-exclusively follows the veins of the leaf, and some are polka dot! I estimate it affects about 25% of the leaves on the tree 🍁

[ririright]

Hayden-as-a-Canadian

Moments that quietly (or not-so-quietly) scream “yep, he’s definitely from Canada”

🍁Apologizes to inanimate objects

Bumps into the kitchen chair?

“Oh—sorry.”

Trips on the dog toy?

“Didn’t see you there, bud, my bad.”

Knocks over a rake?

“Whoa—sorry, man.”

You’ve watched him sincerely apologize to a tree for bumping into it.

🍁Calls it a toque, not a beanie

And will gently correct you every single time.

“You mean your hat?”

“No, I mean my toque.”

It’s a sacred item. Bonus points if it has a pom-pom.

🍁Snowplowing is his zen zone

Not just because it’s productive, but because it gives him time to reflect on life, mutter “beauty day, eh?” under his breath, and imagine he’s in a Tim Hortons commercial.

Also, he’s visibly excited when the weather report says “a good dumping of snow.”

🍁The sacred Tim Hortons order

He has a very specific one. Double-double. With a Boston cream. Maybe a maple donut if it’s Friday.

And if you dare slander Timmies?

“Okay, but have you had their steeped tea? It’s just…orgasmic.”

🍁Endless politeness, even while threatening

“Buddy, if that goose bites my kid again, I swear—uh—I’m gonna have to give it a firm talking-to, y’know? Respectfully.”

🍁Absolutely says “eh”

But it sneaks up on you. Like:

“This snow’s coming down, eh?”

“That goat’s kind of aggressive, eh?”

“We’ll make it work, eh?”

You teased him for it once. He blushed. Denied it. Then said it again five minutes later.

🍁Loves maple syrup a little too much

You’ve caught him pouring it over pancakes, waffles, oatmeal, toast, and once… a piece of grilled chicken.

“It’s experimental,” he said defensively.

🍁He’s just too nice

Too helpful. Too unbothered by blizzards. Too humble about everything except snow shoveling technique and Canadian geese navigation patterns.

🍁Gives the “Canadian hand wave” in traffic

Even if he’s on a tractor. Even if it’s just to the ducks.

One hand on the wheel, one little polite wave: “Thanks, bud.”

🍁Has strong feelings about ketchup chips

Finds a bag on the U.S. side of the border? Buys four.

“No one appreciates these the way we do,” he mutters, hoarding them like treasure.

🍁He’s weirdly fast at ice scraping

You blink and your windshield is clear. He’s got a system. A rhythm. It’s practically Olympic-level.

“Gotta respect the frost, y’know?”

🍁Keeps saying “it’s not that cold”

While everyone else is layered like Arctic explorers, Hayden’s out there in a flannel, saying:

“Could be worse. Feels mild, eh?”

It’s -12°C.

🍁Owns way too many flannel shirts and insists they’re for “different purposes”

There’s the barn flannel, the nice flannel, the going into town flannel, and the snuggle flannel that smells like dryer sheets and maple.

You try to consolidate them. He panics.

“You can’t fold the red plaid! That one’s got history!”

🍁Gets way too into curling on TV

Yells “hard! hard!!” at the screen like it’s Game 7 of the Stanley Cup.

“You don’t get how stressful it is,” he says, white-knuckled. “They’re sweeping for honour.”

[heizlut]

here for the specific kink event hehe (love that idea tbh)

This will be quite specific but anygays- cnc dacryphilia mixed with slight degrading praises for Dom!Kazuha

Iykwim, like it's cnc connected with tears (dacryphilia) but he's not fully degradation, he's gentle :(

thank you anon!! i completely get what you mean and i can see kazuha acting like this for sure 😩 i love him forever (p.s.: hope you don’t mind i added a little fear-play as well)

The Cries of a Dove

cw: dark content, cnc, dacryphilia, fear-play, slight degradation, public sex (even though they’re completely alone it’s still outside)

tags: sub fem!reader, dom!kazuha, mostly proofread

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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Kazuha was the sweetest boyfriend. He always spoke so gently and treated you as though you were his greatest treasure. But there were moments when you just craved something more... Something darker. Your eyes flit to where Kazuha was sitting under a large maple tree, making soft music with small leaf. He always looked so peaceful and you loved him for who he was, but again, you wanted to see another side of him.

The leaves crunch under your feet and you sit down beside him. Kazuha removes the leaf from between his lips and gives you the most heart-melting smile, "Hello, my dove." You smile and rest your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh. His features twist into mild concern, "Is everything alright?" Now was your chance to speak up. Keeping your head on his shoulder, you look up at him, "Promise me you won't think I'm strange for this..."

Kazuha's soft laughter fills the warm air around you, "I would never think you're strange no matter what you told me." You huff out a breath, "So I've been wanting to try something...different." Kazuha waits patiently for you to continue. "Do you think you could... be more rough with me? Like...take me whenever you wanted without my permission first?" He blinks, processing your words in his head. You bury your head in his shoulder from embarrassment, "Say something..."

Kazuha places his fingers under your chin, "Look at me, dove." You hesitantly look up at him and he smiles, "I'll do it." Your mouth hangs open, "You will...?" He kisses your nose, "When have I ever denied you?"

Later that evening, you and Kazuha were walking through the ruins of Higi Village. The red leaves from the trees rustle in the breeze and the wooden ruined houses creak making shiver run up your spine. Kazuha squeezes your hand gently, "Scared?" You give him a pointed look that makes him chuckle. Kazuha pauses which stops you both in your tracks. His finger goes to his lips, letting you know to stay quiet as he whispers, "I think something is here. Stay put."

With that, he releases your hand, leaving you standing there with speechless. Kazuha disappears behind one of the houses and you look around cautiously for any signs of what he thought was out there. Minutes pass by and you begin to pace, lost in worried thoughts that he was taking way too long for your liking. Your thoughts are cut off by the sound of a snapping branch, from behind you. You whip around with wide eyes, your heart racing, "Kazuha?" Silence...

You look around anxiously when suddenly a hand clasps over you mouth and a hard body presses up behind you, a strong arm wraps around your waist. The sound of your scream muffled in his hand, struggling to get of the hold you were in. "Shhhh... You're too noisy", a hot breath against your ear sends shivers down your spine, but the familiar voice makes you begin to calm down. You breathe heavily into his hand that remained over your mouth, unsure of what exactly was going on.

Kazuha's free hand snakes down your body and takes its place on your hip, giving it a squeeze as he rolls his hips into you. "Stop, Kazu...", your voice muffled and also shaky from the adrenaline that coursed through your veins. "You don't get a say in this, my dove...", his voice a husky whisper as his fingers dance along your inner thigh, creeping towards your sensitive clit.

You inhale sharply when Kazuha moves your panties to the side and begins slowly toying with your clit, pinching then rubbing it with the pads of his fingers. You let out a small moan, the sound catching in his other hand that had yet to remove itself from your mouth. Kazuha huffs a small laugh, "You like this? Letting some man play with your little pussy... You haven't been able to turn to see that it's really me yet. I could be anyone right now..."

Your eyes flutter and you whimper at his words. He was right. If you hadn't recognized his voice and knew it was him, you would be helplessly moaning into some stranger's hand as he toyed with you. Kazuha runs a finger through your slick, "What's this? Are you turned on by the idea of a stranger having his way with you?" His tone was teasing, but condescending.

Kazuha slips two fingers into your warm, wet core, pressing them against the spot that had you melting into him. His fingers pump in and out of your pussy, continuously pressing the same spot over and over. The feeling made your legs shake. The whole situation was not one that you expected and it was overwhelming.

You stumble when Kazuha removes his fingers and pushes you forward. Your hands catch you from falling face-first into that ruined wooden wall of the abandoned home in front of you. You hear the sound of rustling clothes behind you and soon feel his hardened cock land on your ass. Your heart races again. You knew it was Kazuha, but his earlier words were really messing with you. He moves his hand from your mouth, only to shove two fingers into it, making you drool and whine around them.

It catches him off guard when he feels something wet run down his hand. Keeping his fingers in your mouth, Kazuha tilts your head back so he could look at your face. Something inside his twists when he sees you had begun to cry, but he wasn't going to stop now, "Really, my dove? Tears? This is what you wanted." You cry out when he slams himself into your pussy with virtually no warning. Your cunt squeezed him so tight, he had to put in extra effort to fuck the way he wanted to.

His voice is hoarse and low when he speaks again, "Look at the way this pussy swallows up my cock~ Such a pretty view." Kazuha bucks up into you switching from fast and hard, to slow drags of his cock within your walls. Drool spills from your lips, coating his fingers and down your chin. The noises you were making were pathetic almost as you whimpered and moaned each time he buried himself deep within you.

Endless praises fell from Kazuha's lips, the feeling of being inside you in such a scenario made him crazy for you, "My little dove takes my cock so well. Squeezing around me like you're trying to milk me for all I'm worth... Such a pretty little thing all helpless just for me -fuck-" Tears spilled down your cheeks, your adrenaline making you feel more sensitive than usual as you cum hard around his cock. Kazuha groans at the sensation and fucks into you hard, chasing after his own release.

Kazuha's body curls against yours as he releasing inside of you. His cock throbbing to the beat of his heart as he comes down from his bliss. A mix of cum leaks out when he pulls away. Kazuha takes his fingers out of your mouth and turns you around to face him. What a sight you were with reddened cheeks and glassy eyes that stared up at him in a daze. He gently rubs his thumb across your cheek, taking some tears with it and gives you sweet smile that held a hint of concern, "Are you alright, my dove?" You nod, trying to process everything, "You scared me a little, but I kind of enjoyed it... So thank you for giving into my request." Kazuha takes your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your palm, "Anything for my little dove."

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a/n: dear god, when is it my turn

[azureyemberzz]

💖🍁Maple Moon🍁💖

This is a Kazuha x Reader fanfic/fluff I made for @ticklish-n-stuff that revolves around receiving birthday tickles. (Happy very belated Birthday honey)

Kazuha x reader (romantic) [platonic if you really squint]

Ler!Kazuha Lee!Reader Gen-neutral reader 1,889 words

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It was sunny and warm. Today was your birthday of all days. You had found yourself lost in what to do. Having wanted to find a place of solace to relax, you make your way down past the trees, taking a breath in to enjoy the scent of nature and the comfort of the sun's rays. 

“I heard it was your birthday today”

A collected and warm voice sounds from behind you. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Kazuha? What brings you here?”

You ask, turning to face the samurai who stood before you. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles and nods to acknowledge you. Walking closer, he makes his voice softer, just like the breeze that faintly tickles at your skin, answering you with his presence and a long-winded question of his own. 

“I just so happen to have a very keen sense of hearing. My ears pick up all sorts of sounds: the wind through the mountain passes, the parting clouds, the sound of foxes chewing on apples in the forest. This has allowed me to sense danger long before it has drawn near. It also has allowed me to overhear the hushed desires of your heart.”

There’s a pause between the two of you; the midday sun reflecting rays down on you both. Kazuha moves to stand in the way of the light, shielding you with his shadow before he continues. The daylight makes his hair glow, the small red streak almost blazing in the sun; The small bits of metal he carries on his person also sparkle. You can’t help but indulge yourself in staring, as he continues to speak. 

“Several pardons for the overhearing. That being said,  I’d like to make those desires of yours come true, that is, if you’re willing to allow me”

All you could do was stare, stunned at the swordsman in front of you. You were admittedly distracted. You had forgotten you were murmuring about your desire to be tickled on your special day. There’s no way he heard you murmur to yourself about wanting traces and tummy tickles of all things …right? After all, you'd be so embarrassed if he did…

Slightly flustered, you decide you can’t make him wait much longer for an answer, even though Kazuha was the type to wait for anyone. 

“…you don’t have to “

“Ah, but I want to.”

Kazuha softly interjects, reassuring and shutting down any self-doubt you had. His eyes are pure, full of patience and acceptance, encouraging you to ask for what you really would like on your special day of birth.  

Finding yourself looking at the ground, you can't help but smile. Already feeling loved by how Kazuha speaks to you, It takes you several moments, but due to Kazuha's acceptance and patience, you find yourself comfortable enough to ask for what you actually want today. To be loved… and of course, to be tickled.  

“Then, Kazuha… can you give me traces …and tickle me; Please?”

At your shy request, the samurai’s smile extends to his eyes. He gently takes hold of your shoulders with a reassuring squeeze, his plain and bandaged thumbs rubbing over each of them in a reassuring, comforting fashion.  

Kazuha's fingers glide down your skin, tracing from your shoulders down to your elbows. His thumbs gently dip into the bend of your arm. The pull of his fingers on the back of your elbows guides you to step closer to him. It’s almost romantic how gentle he is, the warrior criminally beautiful bathed in the sun. Ah, you’re distracted again…

“Why, of course. Just be warned, I’m quite… thorough when it comes to fulfilling a promise for ones I treasure as much as the moon itself.”

 

He  answers, both amused yet eager to continue once you give the okay

 

“Are you sure you’re ready, little moon?”

Flattered yet confused, you can’t help but ask what he had meant.

“Little moon?”

“Mm, I feel that the luminescence of the moon, its charming glow, and beautiful phases seem to suit you. This side of you you’re sharing with me right now, full of vulnerability and bravery is a phase of you I’d like to experience again.”

Kazuhas hums. His hands, already at your elbows, now slide down your forearms to your wrists. For what’s only a second, his fingers curl around your wrists in a loose, claw-like hold, allowing the nails of his left hand to trace the sensitive skin on the inside of your wrist. As the fleeting moment passes, he takes your hands into his.  Your fingertips being held by both of his. He rubs his thumb along the joints of your fingers. 

“So then, let us move a bit deeper into this tranquil forest, away from that of the wandering eye, little moon” 

Kazuha answers, a smile heard within his tone as he lifts your hand to his lips, placing a gentlemanly chaste kiss on your skin before gently letting go, his other hand holding onto your free one, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both travel a bit deeper into the forest.

“This scenery is wonderful... Surely enough to convince anyone to become a wanderer”

Kazuha softly interjects, his voice breaking the silence of the wind, speaking not to just himself, but to the forest around you both.

As you both walk deeper into the forest, you can feel Kazuha squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb along the back for reassurance. Eventually, the woods begin to thin out, and the two of you walk into a bright open clearing with a quiet stream that runs through the middle. It’s bright and warm, much like his hand…

“This is one of my favorite places to be. In the fall, the maple trees look like amber and honey, like a fire next to the sky. Come with me”

You find yourself being guided to a large smooth rock, big enough for the both of you. Kazuha pats the warm stone with his hand, guiding you to sit next to him. Gosh, he smells like fresh grass and the open air. He looks so at peace here with you. You wonder what it would be like to hug him…

“Clear weather all around brightens the heart”

Oh, right, he was talking, you were too focused on his hand in yours

“My dear moon, I cannot wait to hear the melody of your laughter. Tell me, traveler…”

Kazuha starts, sliding his hand from yours, tracing his bandaged hand up and down the skin of your arm. 

“Your spirit seems to be the protective kind. Is your …tummy what’s ticklish the most? You’ve been shrinking away despite having been so brave as to make your birthday wish to me.”

He coos, his reddish eyes pouring deep into your own. His bandaged hand moves across your shoulders rubbing back and forth across your upper back

”There is no need to be embarrassed. It’s admirable and an honor that you’re able to trust me. I like frank people because we can freely speak our minds to one another. There is no need to hide anything that you wish to say. I hear the voices of all things in nature, and that includes yours.”

He continues while soothing you, getting you used to his touch. Gently, he pulls you in for a side hug while you focus on the river in front of you. You can feel him close to you, his thumb on your shoulder

“Like this”

He speaks, just above a whisper, guiding you to lay across his lap, tummy up. Your head resting on the rock. You feel him shift, taking off the top layer of his haori coat. He folds it and gently lifts your head, placing it underneath. You find yourself raising your arms by your head slightly, wordlessly asking for him to hold your wrists. Being the observant man he is, Kazuha notices and guides your wrists above your head. 

“May I?”

At the nod of your head, Kazuha's fingers wrap around both of your wrists as you lay sprawled out over his lap. He starts slow and teasing, tracing swirls and patterns over your ribs and tummy to build suspense. 

“There are leaves around — and I know just the tune to accompany them, if you wish to hear it. …that tune being your laughter~”

Kazuha interjects into the open air, whispering the last line close to your ear. His laugh tickles your skin, your smile widening, only for you to gasp when his fingers slide under your shirt to scribble at your ribs. 

Your breath hitches, and your smile stretches wide as giggles begin to spill from your lips. His grip on your wrists firmly presses you down into the fabric of his coat

“You’re a cute little one; This is quite fun. Your smile is as beautiful as the moon”

He muses, a smile evident in his voice. You can feel your face grow hot, only to squeal when his fingers move down to your tummy

“Oh my. Little Moon likes this spot, do they?”

Kazuhas scribbles turn to circular traces around your navel while you giggle and nod. His swirling gets faster as he gets closer to your navel. The swordsman giggles alongside you and looks down at you in adoration. When fingers scratch at the entrance to your navel, you jolt slightly, causing him to chuckle again, sliding his finger in. The samurai works with precision and care, wiggling and pressing against your belly button over and over as laughter starts to make you lightheaded. The only thing you’re able to focus on is giggles along with your own

“Hehehe tickle tickle tickle!~”

You find yourself squealing with delight, kicking and squirming, unable to break free. Kazuha watches your reactions the entire time, making sure not to push you too far, while also making you dizzy with joy. Just when you’re aware that he’s stopped, you feel his lips against your tummy. Before you can reply, he blows a very long raspberry into your skin. The buzzing causes you to shriek and try to curl up. Only then does he lean back, still holding your wrists while you catch your breath. 

Once you look a bit more aware, he leans over you, placing a kiss on your forehead and sliding something into your hands before leaning back and letting go. When you look, it’s a red braided bracelet with little maple leaf charms. Before you can express your gratitude, Kazuha begins to speak. You sit up, interrupting him with a hug. 

“I felt like something made from the heart would be a better g- oof! Hahaha, I take it you like it then?”

Kazuha chuckles softly as his voice lifts into question with a smile full of mirth. His arms returned the hug, his hold protective.

“Oh Kazuha, of course, I love it.”

You reply as you hug him. His soft hair against your face, his body warm and cozy. You could almost cry. When you pull away from the hug, kazuhas hands rest on your biceps. He looks surprised at first, noting the tears of joy in your eyes. Then, he smiles

“Happy birthday my little moon”

Kazuha replies, lifting his hand to your face. His thumb brushed away the tear. 

You were warm, you were happy, and you felt loved. A happy birthday indeed. 

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[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Making Maple Syrup

Summary: Kid Caleb and Kid Philip decide to make their own maple syrup when the Wittebane household runs out of it and no shops have it.

🥞 Original headcanon 🍁

🧈 Ao3 version 🍁

Enjoy!

An adequate amount of batter was poured onto a hot pan by Caleb as he hummed to himself.

As he watched the batter cook, the blonde waited for it to mature into a delicious pancake to give to his little brother.

After a minute or so, tiny bubbles started to form on top of the developing flapjack as it sizzled, and Caleb knew it was time to flip it.

After doing so, he patiently waited for the other side to cook with a small smile.

Once the single flapjack had two golden sides, Caleb set it on a plate and proceeded to make more.

Mornings were always made sweeter when Caleb served pancakes for breakfast.

...

As Philip arrived at the dining room entryway, half-awake with bed head, he let out a yawn before using his arm to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes.

When warm air wafting from the kitchen entered his nose, he sniffed it. The sweet smell snapped him awake immediately.

When his blue eyes gazed at the table, they started to sparkle with excitement.

"Pancakes, pancakes!" Philip happily cheered as he rushed to take a seat.

Flapjacks made by his brother were always the best.

Caleb came into the dining room with a butter dish that he placed in the center of the table.

He then took a seat across from Philip, a plate of two pancakes in front of him, and smiled.

After using a wooden butter knife to spread butter on his pancakes, he began cutting his short stack into crisscrosses.

"Hmm...," Philip hummed, scrunching his brown brows as he squinted, studying his stack with very keen eyes.

There was something amiss about his pancakes...

Something smooth and silky should be emanating from the top of them.

A topping.

They lacked...

"Syrup!" Philip said aloud in an 'aha!' tone as he quickly stood.

Heading over to the kitchen cupboards, a look of disappointment soon took over Philip's face when he found a small glass syrup bottle covered in cobwebs with only an itty bitty bit of syrup left inside of it.

From behind, Caleb approached his brother.

"Hmm, seems like we're out of syrup...," he noted, noticing the chapfallen expression on Philip's face.

The blonde ruffled his hair. "Not to worry, Philip. We'll just have to buy some more," he told him, determined to brighten his mood.

...

Heading into town together, Caleb and Philip walk into a shop in hopes of obtaining some maple syrup.

When Caleb asked the shopkeeper if there was any maple syrup in his store, the owner informed him that he had just sold his last bottle to another customer.

After leaving, the two brothers go from shop to shop looking for maple syrup, but each shop they visit lacks it.

...

"What are we going to do now, Caleb?" A sad Philip murmured lowly to his brother while slumped over the dining room table.

Breakfast was nearly over, and he had yet to touch his flapjacks.

"Hmm...," Caleb hummed in thought while sitting across from him.

"Well, maybe we could..." A small and sudden gasp quickly escaped Caleb, his brown eyes widening as a fantastic idea came to his mind.

"I know! We can just make our own maple syrup!"

"We can?" Philip questioned and blinked before a smile quickly crossed his face. "Oh, we can! Let's do it then!"

This was going to be fun.

...

Caleb and Philip encounter a sugar maple tree that is perfectly sized and has yellowish-green leaves that are fused with vivid red-orange in the clearing of the woods.

Caleb inserts a small spout into the incision of the maple tree while Philip sets a wooden bucket below it.

Sap begins to flow from the tree at a steady drip.

Once the bucket is halfway full, Caleb removes the spout from the tree, and Philip takes the half-filled bucket as both boys proceed home.

They intended to make maple syrup from the sap they collected at home by boiling it down.

...

As his brother poured the homemade syrup they had made onto his pancakes, Philip couldn't help but display a hearty and hungry expression that spread like butter across his face.

"Hooray!" he cheered as Caleb cut his small pancake pile into crisscrosses.

"Now I can eat my flapjacks LIKE A REAL MAN!" he said, finishing his sentence in a gruffly and masculine tone that was excessively silly and playful.

Caleb giggled at his brother's remark as he sat across from him and observed him eating happily.

[historicalbookimages]

🍁 Flora sylvatica Koreana Keijo: Forestal Experiment Station, Government General of Chosen, 1915- Original source Image description: Line drawing botanical illustration from 1915 titled "Flora sylvatica Koreana" depicting various parts of a maple tree. The main subject is a branch with several large, lobed maple leaves and paired winged seeds (samaras). Additional detailed line drawings show a flowering cluster on a stem, two close-ups of individual maple flowers with stamens and pistils visible, and a single detailed leaf. Fine veins and stem texture are carefully illustrated, all labeled with numbers. The style is scientific and precise, typical of early 20th-century botanical plates.

[witch-with-scissors]

~~ March: Worm Moon ~~

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The third collage from my new series: "13 Full Moons". 🌕 The March full moon is called the Worm Moon. Other names for the March full moon include Death Moon and Sap/Sugar Moon (after the tapping of the maple trees). 🌕🐛🍁💀

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Check out the previous ones:

January: Wolf Moon 🌕🐺🏠

February: Snow Moon 🌕❄️🐻

[sacrifesse]

┣▇▇▇═─ AUTUMN iD PACK 〰️

🍁 ︵︵ REQUESTED BY ANON ᶻ 𝗓

🍁 ︵︵ TAGGiNG @id-pack-archive ᶻ 𝗓

✙ ︵︵ SYSTEM NAMES : the court of fallen leaves , the fallen leaves (system/collective/etc.) , the cozy crew , the amber hues system/collective/etc. , the harvest system/collective/etc. , the sweater system

✙ ︵︵ NAMES : amber , redd , harveste , aspen , hazel , forrest , hunter , maple , rowan , asher , aster , marigold , sienna , archer , ash , birch , branch , casper , cedar , crimson , eve , goldie , hawk , juniper , leaf , lilith , linden , luna , maize , november , oakley , october , opal , pine , poe , raven , rory , sabrina , september , willow , crow , raine ¹

¹ names that certain alters of the darling stars use

✙ ︵︵ PRONOUNS : red reds , orange oranges , yellow yellows , amber ambers , hazel hazels , maple maples , syrup syrups , apple apples , cider ciders , branch branchs , gold golds , leaf leafs , corn corns , maze mazes , raven ravens , crow crows , pumpkin pumpkins , warm warms , pie pies , rain rains , sweater sweaters , 🎃 🎃s , 🍁 🍁s , 🍂 🍂s , 🧣 🧣s , 🧶 🧶s , 🍎 🍎s , 🌽 🌽s , 🥧 🥧s , 🕯️ 🕯️s , 🍄 🍄s

✙ ︵︵ USERNAMES : crims-n , crimsonne , junipurr , cozycider , rainydreams , amberain

✙ ︵︵ TiTLES : prn who is cozy , the cozy one , the one of autumnal hues , prn who talks to the aspen trees (in the dead of night) , prn who plays in the leaves , the wind that shifts the autumn leaves , the master of the corn maze , prn who is as sweet as maple syrup

✙ ︵︵ LABELS : sofition , autumn bigay , autumn conceptum , autumn sapphic , autumn uranic , autumnlovestelic , autumnforestscenestelic , autumn lesbian

✙ ︵︵ GENDERS : autumngender , autumnbeastgender , autumn coyote , fallcandlic , rusticfoxgender , autumnbeastic , autumntempic , sumtumngender , autumnpupgender , foilagevisuic , autumnosic , autumngender , autumngender / fallgender , fallgender , fallgender , tsukic , autunottpio , pervigilogender , snorpupcomfic , ntumnedzian , bleedautumnine , autumnraingender , cardiautumnale , autumnlexic , fallexic , pompoenian 🍄🍁🍂emojic , autumnameic , fantasmookean , pictibarkbor , autumnactioconic , shuunomugender , tomnanian , corvautumnaesic , autunostic , autumnian , pompoentjean , autumncolesic , occasfestic , naturautmnale , mutfolesque , ponciaesic , genderarryire , fallbloomic , autumnlunashroomale , kaffeebohnegender , auttemografiaen , tortumnset , autumnauraix , autumncatgender , autumnwristoryian , autumndirtbagian , fallcat , autumnfoxic , autumness

[PT: autumn id pack. requested by anon. tagging id-pack-archive. system names. names. pronouns. usernames. titles. labels. genders. /END PT]