howl like a wolf

Dear non-natives

The Plains warbonnet is not a Cherokee thing. It is not a Navajo thing. It is not an Indian thing. It is a Plains thing.

Stop calling every silly thing you draw that even vaguely resembles a native “Cherokee” or “Navajo” or “Aztec.”

Stop drawing the warbonnet everywhere as the apparently definitive native thing. It isn’t part of all of our 600+ cultures.

Same goes for the tipi, not part of every one of the 600+ indigenous cultures.

Stop thinking that if a native person doesn’t have dark, “mahogany” skin, that their heritage is invalid. Even without admixture, we actually do have varying skin tones.

Stop wearing crappy fake warbonnets.

Stop wearing redface.

Stop using us as your silly mascots. We are people.

Stop saying “spirit animal.” It’s derived from a New Age bastardization of a something that actually exists in some of our cultures.

Don’t smudge. Cleanse all you like, that’s fine, but don’t smudge.

Don’t call us “Indians.” “Native American” isn’t great either, it is not our name, but it’s slightly better than “Indian.” “Indigenous” is also fine.

Don’t use NDN/ndn. That is ours.

Step off about our hair. If you meet a long-haired native, admire it if you like, maybe even ask them about it (RESPECTFULLY), but do not touch. The same applies for someone with short hair, but additionally for those with short hair, don’t say things like “oh you’d look more native/Indian/etc if your hair was long.” We didn’t all traditionally have long, flowing hair. Believe it or not, there are actually different haircuts existing in our various cultures, and aside from that ultimately it’s a personal choice, one does not need to have long hair if they don’t want to. Doesn’t make them any less native to have short hair.

Don’t pray to our spirits/gods/energies. Native spiritualities are closed, they are not for outsiders.

Don’t say “The Native Americans believed…” Firstly, the past tense is silly, we still exist and do things. Secondly, we are NOT A MONOLITH. As I mentioned before, there are upwards of 600 different Native American cultures.

Don’t ask about someone’s “Indian name.” That’s not only insensitive, the name you are referring to in that instance is something sacred, and might not be something that person wants to share with you.

Don’t call yourself silly crap like “howling wolf” or “flying eagle.” That’s also racist and insensitive.

Regardless of whatever you might think you’re doing, or what your intentions may be, if a native person tells you that what you’re doing is disrespectful, STOP DOING IT.

You aren’t honoring us. You’re just mocking us further, demonstrating your continued ability to treat us like shit and get away with it even now, centuries after our colonization began. Your feelings are not more important than our history and survival.

To those doing your best as allies, thank you, keep doing what you do. HOWEVER, don’t let opportunities to educate others escape you. By letting them continue to be ignorant, you are failing. Spread the message.

There will be no “please.” It’s been more than 500 years, and we still are made to be invisible in our homelands. Still we are treated like less. Some even think we all died long ago.

We are still here

We will still be here

Treat us with respect.

100 Art Objects, Historical Artifacts, and Miscellaneous Loot
  1. A marble bust of a large-nosed woman
  2. A richly woven carpet with nautical patterns
  3. Soft, clean bedsheets sewn with golden thread
  4. A portrait of a bashful looking tiefling
  5. Eight matching silver cups
  6. A ceremonial helm with a daisy motif
  7. A coil of silken cable, intricately braided and tasseled
  8. An ancient fertility sculpture
  9. A nautilus shell
  10. A stack of fine vellum
  11. Richly embroidered blue sleeping robes
  12. A huge tortoise shell
  13. A polished silver looking-glass
  14. A set of gem-encrusted cutlery
  15. Silk handkerchiefs
  16. A necklace thickly adorned with bright feathers
  17. A small dragon skull
  18. A collection of beautiful glass bottles of all colours
  19. A snake skin of tremendous length and quality
  20. Well preserved tapestries depicting an important historical event
  21. A set of fine jewelcrafting tools
  22. A chess set of excellent quality
  23. A set of non-magical but intricately etched daggers
  24. An ermine coat
  25. Soft doeskin boots beautifully crafted for small feet
  26. A collection of flags and banners once flown by nations now extinct
  27. White silk gloves
  28. A satchel made of glossy crimson leather
  29. A rattle made from a cloven hoof
  30. Paper pouches full of dried herbs and spices
  31. A red and silver scepter
  32. A porcelain doll garbed in a beautiful ballgown
  33. A large bismuth crystal
  34. A box containing several elaborately decorated animal masks
  35. A glass orb containing a tablespoon of quicksilver
  36. A vase containing numerous exotic feathers
  37. A golden ceremonial shield featuring an unfamiliar charge
  38. Ten large glass marbles of various colours
  39. A richly illuminated, leather-bound manuscript of local history
  40. A rare coin collection
  41. A massive scarlet crustacean claw
  42. Pots of powdered henna, turmeric, and indigo
  43. A long spiral antelope horn, polished and banded in silver
  44. Two oblong pearls of modest size
  45. An exquisitely preserved fish fossil
  46. A set of lavish quills and two pots of deep blue ink
  47. Three canopic jars, and the broken lid of a fourth
  48. A hand-carved, gold leaf frame, sans painting
  49. A masterful portrait of a stern couple, sans frame
  50. Beautiful horse tack
  51. A glass jar filled with layers of sand of various colours
  52. A snow leopard skin in fine condition
  53. A huge vanilla scented candle
  54. A wooden case containing two dozen bars of sealing wax
  55. A hand-carved mash paddle made from black wood
  56. A silver locket containing a lock of silver hair
  57. A crystal bottle of perfume
  58. A carving made from jet featuring the head of a gorgon
  59. Twelve fine drinking glasses wrapped in cotton
  60. A brass cast of a skull
  61. An ancient ceremonial sword of a powerful queen, its blade half rotted away
  62. A silver flask
  63. A wooden frame containing a complex gear mechanism of unknown purpose
  64. Pouches of very rare seeds that grow into valuable plants
  65. A geode
  66. A tome of forgotten ballads written by a legendary bard
  67. A terribly gaudy cuckoo clock elaborately inlaid with silver and gold
  68. A half-finished bolt of patterned cloth, still attached to the loom
  69. A large tangle of coral
  70. A church bell featuring a religious tale in bas relief
  71. Gold candleabras
  72. A brass statuette of a religious figure
  73. Two oak barrels of alcoholic spirits
  74. A sack of bathing salts
  75. A box of lace
  76. A folder stuffed with dwarven beer recipes
  77. Spools of excellent leather cord
  78. Medicated creams and ointments
  79. A box of colourful makeup
  80. A pouch full of glimmering pearlescent fish scales
  81. A silver dog whistle shaped like a howling wolf
  82. Ivory spice shakers
  83. A jar of herbal honey
  84. A large incisor on a leather thong
  85. Powdered animal parts
  86. Gold false teeth
  87. A bulk lot of mundane smithed items, including locks, hinges, etc.
  88. An empty silver lockbox with key
  89. Elegant red skates
  90. Blue suede shoes
  91. A dried caul
  92. A taxedermied platypus
  93. A censer
  94. Three wax likenesses, one slightly melted
  95. A telescope
  96. A set of tinkling hand bells
  97. Coffee beans
  98. Tortoiseshell combs
  99. Copper bottom cook pots
  100. A flanged steel plug of some kind
Ecstatic Witchcraft

This is a post a long time in the making, as it is something I’ve wanted to share for a while now, just because it is such an important part of my own craft. There is something truly magical about it and is, for me, something both very humbling and very empowering; as such, it is something that I think is worth sharing.

Foremost, the question to address is: What is ecstatic witchcraft? And one not so easily answered, as there cannot be any one way in which it is performed. It can (I think) be described as a form of trance magic, though its expression is not wholly tied to trance in the traditional sense. In essence, it is a surrendering of self and its simultaneous expression. It is a temporary shedding of the façade one erects to survive, Freud called it the superego and without it, so too falls away the ego. The goal of ecstatic witchcraft – if it can be called a goal – is to allow the id to manifest unencumbered, a means of channeling the primality. Of course, this manifests in innumerable ways and no two sessions would ever be the same, hence why it can be so tricky to pin down precisely.

I’ve found that – and it continues still – that the witchcraft community (predominately) has long perpetuated the notion of control as being paramount to success, and while this may be true to some extent, I believe the converse must also be explored. There is law and there is rigidity, there is correspondence memorization and a lot of book work: and this makes sense! For the last century (and in times before), this has been the main means of information acquisition. While it is not uncommon for witches to join groups, covens, etc., I’m willing to bet that most practicing witches were indoctrinated through solitary study. Again, there is nothing wrong with this, and I, myself, am contributing to this reservoir of written information as I type! But, as I mentioned, while I did my fair share of book work and memorization, the heart of my Craft has always been exploration. Tradition is important, but it’s never been enough for me. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: the best way to learn is to do. There will be mistakes; you will come to conclusions only to find things that defy them; you will learn to correct; you will learn to be skeptical, but not judgmental. You will learn there are a thousand purported ‘right’ ways, and then you will find your own. Nothing is static.

How does this relate then, to ecstatic witchcraft? It is a means by which to connect to that instinct: that intuition that drives us – shedding preconceived notions and allowing the opportunity for exploration through action. And action, I feel, is the root of ecstatic magic.

How To Perform Ecstatic Witchcraft

As I mentioned previously, there is no right way and I can only provide to you a number of facets of expression that are conducive to ecstatic witchcraft. These are by no means the only facets, and as always, I encourage you to explore what works for you.

  • Speak – It may seem counterintuitive to what I have said, for is speech not a construct? It is, but there is power in vocalization, even if speaking unintelligibly. This is an extension of opaque language – or language spoken ceremonially as a means of excluding those who are not privy to the religious tongue – and moves into the realm of glossolalia. Rarely do I include verbal scripts to be read in the things I post, as I find that they detract from the working themselves, instead encouraging those performing to speak what comes. This is a more controlled form of ecstatic witchcraft – bound by intention, time, and often language itself. Here, let all that fall away and simply: Speak.
  • Move – Ecstatic witchcraft, for me, is all about energy: movement, especially. It is best not to go into it with any plan, simply follow where your body takes you. If it says run, run; if it says dance, dance; if it says squat and howl like a wolf, by gods do it! It is for this and many reasons that ecstatic magic should be done in a controlled setting, normally somewhere safe – but I should mention, this need not be done alone! Ecstatic witchcraft can just as easily be done in groups, though it can get a little more dangerous, considering the id is often noted as being the seat of sexuality and aggression. I also recommend putting sharp objects away – you never know what the hype might bring – but hey, sometimes you just really need to throw a knife; perform responsibly.
  • Draw/Write – Admittedly, some of my coolest and most profound sigils have come from ecstatic sessions! There is something in me that always wants to take chalk and just go to town on every surface around – overtaken by mania. Automatic writing is related, in some ways, though often it is used with intent: channeling a specific spirit, deity, etc. Ecstatic magic requires no such formalities, bending to the whims of all and none, the witch is then but an instrument of the spirit: of the cosmos.
  • Laugh – Laughter is powerful.
  • Instruments – If you have at your disposal some musical instruments (I prefer maracas and tambourines), bring them in! And forget what you think you know about music, just roll with it. Hell, if you want to continuously shake a maraca and scream with one foot in the air, do it. Again, it’s all about energy, and instruments bring their own, unique vibes to the table.

Entheogens – *at your own risk; use responsibly* Sure, they might compromise some of the safety, but they also bring an entirely new level of exploration. For some. My use of entheogens in the past have always been hit-or-miss; sometimes they are conducive and other times they are hampering. Know what works for you, and be careful: you don’t want to show up at the nearest E.R. naked, tripping on an unknown substance with a painted face and defiantly shaking a maraca.

Sex – This harkens back to what I said about working in groups, sometimes there is a power in it, and the same can be said for adding sex in. When working with others, always plan for the possibility of sex! Especially with who you invite in, and in regards to safety. I don’t know the last time it was used, but the “It was for ecstatic witchcraft” excuse will not hold up: while it may sound like a damper, J.I.C. consent agreements and activity do’s and don’t’s should always be agreed upon beforehand, and should always be open to amendment. If you really want to, draw a circle: anyone who leaves it is has removed themselves from the session and should not be addressed until they reenter of their own accord.


With that, I hope it is becoming clear what ecstatic witchcraft is (or can be), its benefits and how it isn’t really all that new a concept. It is, for me, a profound experience every time – I come out feeling energized, powerful, but also with a new frame of mind, having shed societal constriction and attuned with both the divine and animalistic parts of myself – if even for a moment. In that it is humbling, and it is empowering.


Photo: Maenads, John Collier 

“On the day you officially join the organization, you will hear a noise outside your home. It may sound like the howling of a wolf, the cawing of a crow, (names many different sounds) or the turning of a page. The noise will come in the middle of the night, the middle of the morning, or, in very rare cases, late in the afternoon. Ask your parents what the noise was. If they reply “nothing,” they are replying in code, because there is never “nothing” outside one’s home. If you are interested in volunteering, answer your parents with the following question: “if there’s nothing out there, what was that noise?” We will be listening, and will know it is safe to act.“

Chogiwa (Part 1)

A/N: I can’t believe I actually wrote an actual smut based on Chanyeol’s trademark ‘Chogiwa’ but shit happens and here we are. This is going to be two-part smut, so here is the first part for you all! Also, this is dedicated to my fam/partner-in-crime/best tumblr friend @nunchiwrites (who is one of THE best writers I know out there!) as she’s been craving for some hot Wolf! Chanyeol ;) enjoy this baby of mine and remember to leave some feedback in the ask box too, you lovely people x (and look forward to Part 2 in the near future!)

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader (with a hint of Kyungsoo)

Genre: Smut

Requested: Yes, by @nunchiwrites

Summary: Chanyeol marks you as his mate to protect you from another wolf and steamy stuff happens.

Word Count: 4145

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

For eighteen years, people have been warning you to not wander into the forest at night, especially when there’s a full moon. You’ve heard whispers about the ‘beasts’ that attack innocent people in the shadows of the woods and the rumours about ‘half human, half wolf’ mutants. You never really believed a word of it. Half human, half wolf? Seriously?

Scoffing to yourself in your mind, you merrily continue your stroll into the forest, enjoying the night breeze wafting through your hair. A quick upwards glance tells you that there’s a full moon out tonight, glowing brightly and illuminating the entire ink-black sky beautifully.

Smiling contentedly to yourself, you find your feet taking you further into the depths of the forest, increasing the distance between your form and the bustling life on the outskirts of the woods. An abrupt gust of wind chills you right down to your bones and you wrap your arms around yourself tightly, goosebumps breaking out on your bare skin. In all the years you’ve been wandering into the forest on your own at night, you’ve never grown accustomed to the chilly breezes that claws at your skin ruthlessly.

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Wof thoughts

Every tribe has a very distinct roar or an equivalent of one.

A Skywings roars sound like lion roars but much louder and deeper.

Rainwings sound like deranged peacocks when they roar, honestly would be horrifying to hear them roaring in the dead of the night in the rainforest. (Just look up Biollante roars and you’ll get the gist)

Nightwings don’t roar instead they screech and they sound like barn owls but much more louder and has a echo behind it. Probably the most unsettling.

Sandwing roars are extremely unique, they constantly switch in tone and is incredibly loud. (Kinda of like a Chicago tornado siren but obviously in a roar form)

Mudwings have a very basic roar, much like what you’d get from a trex in most dinosaur movies.

Seawings have two roars, one which is high pitched and can be used underwater and another which sounds like a normal roar but has a rattle sound towards the begging and end of it.

Icewings have a howl as well as a roar, their howls are very wolf like. While there roar is almost exactly the same to a cougars roar but louder.

I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on myself over the course of the year. I’m 22 now. When I was 21 i had already tried to kill myself and was in a deep depression since the time I was 13. Last year I didn’t have a job, a sense of direction in life, or any money. I was also at a weight where I hated myself. In high school I weighed 180lbs. A year ago I weighed 260lbs. I hated myself and I couldn’t stand to look at myself. Turning 22 I had a job for 9 ½ months, a somewhat steady income, money saved up, trips planned to see my little sis, I know exactly what I want to do with my life and know how to get there while working hard for it, a larger, more refined group of friends, I weigh 212lbs and working on losing more and I’m finally happy with myself and I feel as I beat my depression. It’s funny how many people come and go in just one year. It’s funny how much can just change like that.

I Did That Too
  • <p> <b>[Hermione and Draco watching K-drama (Moon Lovers</b> Scarlet Heart Ryeo)]<p/><b>Hermione:</b> He's so sweet and charming! (Wang So howling like a wolf)<p/><b>Draco:</b> *scoffs* I did that to you, too. And you didn't notice. When it comes to him, it's all charming.<p/><b>Hermione:</b> When?<p/><b>Draco:</b> tsk. In third year, when Professor Snape was discussing about werewolves.<p/><b>Hermione:</b> I remember now. I would've noticed if you squeaked like a ferret.<p/></p>

“I saw a werewolf. At least that’s what I thought it was at the time. I was a freshman in high school at the time. My younger brother and I were riding our bikes around in the summer time. We we’re about to enter a bike trail near our home but my brother stopped to fix something on his bike. I remember just sitting their leaning against my hand bars, facing the opening to the trail, which was a perfectly straight path for about ¾ of a mile. My brother was blocking my view of most of the path but when he shifted slightly the full length of the trail became visible. That’s when I saw it. 

It was about 50 feet away. Standing on the trail in a bipedal fashion. It wasn’t facing us but standing in the direction facing the side of the trail but its head turned toward us looking. It held its clawed paws out in front of it in the traditional werewolf way. I mean this thing couldn’t get anymore accurate with the Hollywood werewolf depiction. It was too far away for me to make out details clearly. I just know it was covered in a light brown or grayish fur. It was very tall and thin, maybe 7 feet. 

It then jumped off the trail onto all fours and ran away like a wolf. We then heard a howl that sounded like a mix between a wolf and girly scream. A few years later I found out that there has been many sightings of this creature in my area and that we are known for the infamous beast of bray road. I am from Wisconsin btw. The creature that I spotted was near the border of Jefferson County.”

By: blissalyss (What are the creepiest, scariest stories (real or not) you’ve ever heard?)