#autumn poison ivy

[xxautumnivyxx]

They can bury me in the ground, as deep as they like. But I’ll grow back. We always grow back.

[gaynaturalistghost]

I have another Poison Ivy botany post! I got injured in the field so I’ve been on crutches for a few weeks (overall I’m fine!). The plants here are Quercus (oak), Parthenocissus quinquefolia (Virginia creeper) and the microscope images are maple leaves if I recall correctly. In the second you can see the split abscission layer.

This is why leaves stay on dead trees for a looooong while but fall off live trees in autumn.

[lupivulpes]

Day 26 : Poison Ivy ☘🐇 Inspiration : Older rabbit piece I did in 2017

[harlivylove]

My one and only Love

[lifethrulen]

one day I won’t be so poisonous

11-20-23 1:11 AM

[heatherwitch]

Samhain Wanderings 🍂

[fregolicotard]

12.10.2022

“There's a limit to your love Like a waterfall in slow motion Like a map with no ocean There's a limit to your love Your love, your love, your love There's a limit to you care So carelessly there, is it truth or dare? There's a limit to your care” #284of365

[sadirjewelry]

Warsaw, Poland (near Pl Unii Lubelskiej)

[airmanisr]

Autumn Ivy / Poison Ivy by Tim White Via Flickr: Autumn Ivy / Poison Ivy

[thefearwithin]

The Leaf Kitsune

Did you know? - The leaf kitsune is known as a mischievous omen with the same sly nature that characterizes many kitsune. For some reason, people still tend to treat the leaf kitsune as if it were more amicable than it has historically proven to be. Something about the animal’s appearance makes most assume its curiosity comes from a place of good intentions and friendliness. It rarely does, and the multitudes of stories telling of travelers getting lost in some of the most dangerous parts of the woods prove it…  As curious as the kitsune is, it seems to make those who observe it almost detrimentally captivated and distracted.

However, for as many stories as there are, it is actually quite uncommon to see a leaf kitsune in the wild. Firstly, the elusive creatures are almost never seen outside of the fall season, though there have been a few anecdotal sightings as far out as late winter and early summer. Although the kitsune have more seasonal range than creatures like the starlight deer, they remain even more scarce. When leaf kitsune are found, they are spotted alone, rarely found in pairs but never more. There is one exception; a mother kitsune and her kits. Even still, rumors of kit sightings are highly scrutinized as each one has happened under stranger circumstances than the next, often in the midst of being lost in the woods and near delirium.

Even the adults are shrouded in mystery as there hasn’t been as much as a reported sighting of any hunting behavior whatsoever. In fact, there hasn’t been any evidence of the fox-like creatures being hunted, either, and remains have yet to be found. The creature has accepted treats from hikers, but that seems to be the extent of it. The many enigmas of the leaf kitsune have made the belief that the creatures are as mythical as legends once suggested all the more popular, even among science and skepticism.

[secret-third-thing]

Eris Vanserra, Future High Lord of Autumn (Free Day) for @erisweek2023

If this art looks familiar, it may be because this piece was created by one of my super close friends @jessicafongarts (twitter / bsky), who is the cover artist for the Poison Ivy Comics for DC Comics!!! Thank you for letting me commission you even though you are constantly slammed.

She has not read ACOTAR, but I asked her what she thought of Eris.

When I read about him, I thought: He's like a mozzarella stick fried twice- Hot, looks good, but it'll fuck up your body and make you ask yourself why you keeping eating more.

I'm pretty sure a lot of us wouldn't mind. 👀

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Please do not repost! Ty

Alternative Versions and Concepts Below

[violetmoondaughter]

Many are the faces of the Hellenic God Dionysus, but the duality of his nature is sometimes connected with two specific plants associated to the god. Dionysus relates to many plants such as Fig, Oak, Pine, Vine and Ivy, these two are specifically connected with two opposite faces of the god. 

Grapevine starts its annual growth cycle in spring with bud break. During spring and summer, the plant grows and after flowering the vine sets the fruits that are usually harvested in early autumn. Following the first frost the leaves begin to fall as the vine starts to enter its winter dormancy period. The following spring, the cycle begins again. Following the same annual cycle Dionysus is seen as a god that is reborn every spring, bringing during the hot season prosperity and abundance before disappearing in winter. Grapevine grows thanks to the hot weather and humidity and so it represents the warm fertilizing humidity power of the god. Grape is used to create wine which is the drink sacred to Dionysus because of its ability to release mental faculties.  

Ivy on the other hand, blossoms in the autumn when the vines are harvested and bears fruit in the spring. As an evergreen plant, ivy needs cold weather and humidity to grow and flower.  Ivy vines crawl as snakes and in the myth, ivy appeared soon after the birth of Dionysus to shelter the child from the flames that burned the mother's body. To its freshness was attributed the virtue of dispelling the ardor of wine, so Dionysus was believed to have commanded his worshippers to crown themselves with it. Ivy, in contrast to the vine that bore fruit bearing vitality and exaltation, produced a poison that sterilized and had medicinal virtues that were refreshingly depurative and narcotic. The plant is also connected with thunder and lightning and was believed to have the power to protect from lightning and cure sore throat and cough. 

Thus these two plants sacred to Dionysus are contrasted with each other in an eloquent contrast: the vine, drunk with light, is a child of heat and returns the rays of the sun by warming, with its libation, bodies and souls, while the ivy shows itself to be cold in nature; indeed the sterility and uselessness of its first sprouts recall night and death. 

Their affinity is rooted in the very essence of the dual-figured god, whose nature is expressed from the earth by means of them: light and darkness, warmth and coldness, intoxication of life and breath of death that withers everything; the multiplicity of the Dionysian aspects struggling with each other and yet conjoined with each other is manifested here in vegetal form, stands in struggle with itself and prodigiously transitions from one form into the other. 

Dionysus rules over all moist and hot creatures whose symbol would also be wine, as a hot and moist substance. In wine, heat is made ardor drink of fire that overwhelms everything, that ignites the soul and the body. But the moist heat is contrasted with the moist cold that as a Dionysian element, is manifested in ivy, a plant that greens even in winter when the Dionysian festivals take place.

[songofpolaris]

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-> pairing; reader x Remus Lupin

-> wc; 1.3k

-> warnings; fluff, autumn and mentions of smoking. if any of the previously mentioned sickens or disturbs you, please do not read.

-> a/n; i don't even know when I last posted a good old hopeless romantic imagine that I would normally use to fall asleep to.

Lattes, cappuccinos, mint tea, cinnamon rolls and pumpkin spice on everything you eat. Movie marathons, thick fuzzy blankets, rainy nights and cold morning air. Dusty books, poison ivy and poems. Autumn. 

For some people, this is the time to hide away and complain that the sun is nowhere to be found while sitting in their houses all day, doing nothing. But not for you. No, for you, this is your time to shine. The leaves are showing your favourite colours each morning on your way to work and the customers come in with hair that’s blown in each and every direction by the winds outside. They smile, grateful to have a place to recharge at for a bit, and are always that tiny bit more thankful when you hand them a warm cup of coffee and a neatly wrapped book. Your autumn brightness lights up their seasonal darkness. 

There is also always a switch in customers when this change of season takes place. The summer blonds in flowy dresses leave and the autumn brunettes with thick sweaters take their place. 

There’s only one person who keeps coming in, every week, when you work. He’s tall and dark and handsome and all the other cliche book descriptions you wish you could use for someone in real life. But he’s also introverted and not perfect looking. He has scars and messy hair and doesn’t seem to act like he’s anything other than himself. 

As you stand on your toes to put the new book series on the shelf, you hear the bell ringing from the door. The door itself creeks enough for you to hear that someone has come in, but the boss won’t fix it for reasons no one can quite comprehend. Something with nostalgia and how the youth keeps on fixing things that do not, ever, need fixing. 

“Hello! I’ll be with you in just a moment, just let me put this down.” You greet whoever just came in still standing on the tip of your toes, clumsily balancing three books under your left arm while placing another one on the shelf. 

“That doesn’t look like it’ll be done in a moment and if it is, it won’t be because all the books got to their place, y/n.” A low voice answers. You smile as you realise it’s him. 

“Delusion is a fine way to work, Remus.” You answer as you try to get even higher on your toes.

You hear footsteps hasting your way as you fall back, realising gravity actually still is with you. However, two arms envelop you before you hit the ground. They slowly push you back into your normal standing position, still hugging you from the back. 

“It’s also a way to break your toes or get a concussion, genius.” Remus whispers into your ear. You huff and turn around. His arms leave you and you feel the absence of them immediately. 

Remus kneels down and gathers the books, then easily places them on the havened book shelf. His curls fall back from his eyes and the strong jawline gets shown off more than ever. ‘How is this specimen real?’ is all you manage to think. As he looks back at you, you clear your throat and walk up to the register. While walking, you raise your hand to your cheek. It actually feels hot. Is it hot? You let your hair fall into your face to cover up the cheeks, which feel like they might actually be looking like tomatoes. 

You duck behind the register to grab the only delivery made this week, which could only be for him. This man reads a new book every week and buys a new one each time he comes into the store. So far, the only week he didn’t come in was the first week of spring break, which later turned out to be because he broke his leg and physically could not make it to the bookstore on his own. 

“Emma by Jane Austen this time?” You ask as he comes up to you. He nods.

“I love you for this! It’s actually my favourite book.” You tell him while wrapping it. 

Now, a blush comes up on his cheeks. He picks on his sweater awkwardly while starting to lean onto the counter. While looking away he answers; “I know, you told me last time.”

You ignore the awkward change of behaviour and push your hair back out of your face. You couldn’t hide that heat in you even if you did try, so why would you. You look at him questioningly. 

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did. Anyway, even if I did forget the conversation, I have a list of books you recommended to me.” He says it like it’s the most normal thing on the planet. Sure. Everybody is this attentive. Every single person on this planet is this kind of attentive. 

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I care about your opinion and trust it.”

“Can I see it?”

“Why are you only asking questions suddenly?”

You lay the neatly wrapped book in front of him, tilt your head and look at him. 

“Can I?” Is all you say, still keeping a hand on the book. He looks down at the book and then focuses onto your eyes.

“No.”

“Why in the world not?”

Remus shakes his head. His glasses are crooked and he smells like cigarettes and peppermint. There’s only a register between the two of you that’s really just 17 inches broad. That gives you a good sense of someone’s smell when they lean up to it. 

“Fine” he reaches into the pocket of his trousers and takes out a folded piece of paper, “but don’t start thinking I’m a stalker or anything now, alright?” He says as he hands it to you. You nod and unfold the paper. On it, titles are scribbled and quotes stand behind the ones he has read.

“What are the quotes for, smokey?” You ask jokingly. Not that it reflects how you feel in any way, shape or form. Truthfully, you’re tearing up and trying to hide it with a stupid comment. 

Remus seems to hesitate answering this question. Though the weird nickname always does make him show that lopsided grin of his. 

“Unless it’s a state secret, you can tell me.” You add.

“They’re quotes I see you in.”

“But these quotes…Remus”

“Yes, y/n?”

“I know you have read these, but have you?” You say perplexed. This can not be real. Outside of the store, you two have run into each other some time and each time it was amazing, but it didn’t feel like he thought much more of the two of you than just people who sometimes coincidentally run into each other and talk about books outside of that. The quotes seem to think otherwise. And they’re all ones you love and annotated yourself.

“Y/n, please say something. I swear I’m not some obsessive person, I just really enjoy spending time with you and thought this would… I don’t know. Give me more to talk to you about? Understand you better?”

You laugh. How can someone think this is going to make you see them as anything less than amazing. Less than wonderful. Less than perfect. You move around the register and then you’re standing right in front of him. His chin actually hits the top of your head when you stand closer to him. You move back and move your hand to the back of his head. 

“I’m going to stand on my toes again, alright? So you just hold me.” You whisper as you stand on your toes and your lips slowly, delicately touch his. His arms wrap around you. You have never been more steady than this.

“It's such a happiness when good people get together.” Jane Austen - Emma

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[johnyandall]

Poison Ivy: Autumn

[yoga-onion]

Legends and myths about trees

Celtic beliefs in trees (22)

G for Gort (Ivy) - September 30th - October 27th

“Spirit of the time when night is approaching – The Celtic Tree Calendar (Ref), Eleventh Month”

Star: moon: gemstone: opal,; gender: female; patron god: Ariadne, Artemis, Aranrod, Persiphae, Dionysos, Bacchus, Osiris; symbols: spirit, quest for enlightenment, warning, consequence + restraint, release + integration

The European Ivy (hedera helix, common ivy, or English ivy) is a evergreen tree, generally regarded as a 'entwining plant', and can be seen crawling up trees and brick walls, as well as on the ground in woodland. Ivy stems attach to the host tree by entangling with each other, with adhesive buds are attached to their roots. They creep up to a maximum height of nearly 30 m (about 9 ft). It grows ivy, like vines, but neither ivy nor vines are parasitic plants and nutrients are absorbed not from the host, but from roots that reach the ground and extend into the ground. The host merely provides 'support'.

People have long believed that Ivy has latent magical powers, which are closely related to the grapevine. The grape is the tree of Orisis (the Egyptian god of magic), Dionysus and Bacchus (the Roman god of wine), and their festivals all take place in October, the month of Ivy. Around the same time, the priestesses of Bacchus celebrated the festival of Bacchus, and the women, who drank a drink made from ivy, fly agaric or silver-dragon flower (monotropastrum humile), were so drunk with joy that they tore apart and dismembered anyone who stood in their way, be they men, children or animals. There are two festivals in honour of Dionysos: the Antesterion (Flower Riot) in spring and the Mysterion (Poison Mushroom Riot) in autumn.

The entwining habits of Ivy represent the cyclic motions of the stars and planets and their influence on our lives and activities. The spiralling orbit of the moon is a prime example. Ivy has the power to bind, but it also gives birth to a deep darkness, showing us that life is with death. It represents the wandering soul in search of enlightenment and cautions us not to let the trap of desire save our feet.

木にまつわる伝説・神話

ケルト人の樹木の信仰 (22)

GはGort (ｷﾂﾞﾀ) - 9月30日～10月27日　

『夜が迫る頃の精霊 〜 ケルトの木の暦（参照）、11番目の月』

星: 月: 宝石: オパール; 性: 女性; 守護神: アリアドネ、アルテミス、アランロド、パーシファエ、ディオニソス、バッカス、オシリス; シンボル: 精霊、悟りの探求、警告、結果+抑制、解放+統合

常緑樹のアイビー (ｾｲﾖｳﾂﾞﾀ)は、一般的に「よじ登る植物」と見なされており、樹木やレンガの壁、森林の地面に這い上がっているのを見ることができる。アイビーの茎は互いに絡まり合いながら宿主の木に取りつくが、その根には粘着力のある吸盤のような付着根がついている。最長30m (約9ft) 近い高さにまで這い上がる。ツタを伸ばすのはブドウと同じだが、アイビーもブドウも寄生植物ではなく、養分を宿主から吸収することはなく、養分は宿主ではなく、地面に達して根を伸ばし、そこから吸収する。宿主はただ「支え」としているに過ぎない。

ヴィクトリア朝の英国ではアイビーは大変な人気を呼び、終いには装飾用に室内にまで這わせることもあり、アイビーは18世紀の英国で高まりを見せた「ゴシック・リバイバル様式」の古典的な植物だった。こうしてアイビーは今日、園芸の植物として不動の地位を築いている。

古くから、アイビーには潜在的な魔力があると信じられてきたが、それはブドウの木と密接な関係がある。ブドウはオリシス (ｴｼﾞﾌﾟﾄの魔術の神)、ディオニソス、バッカス (ﾛｰﾏ神話の酒の神)の木であり、彼らの祭りはすべてアイビーの月である10月に行われる。同じ頃にはバッカスの巫女たちがバッカス祭を祝い、アイビーやベニテングダケやギンリョウソウから作られた飲み物を飲んだ女性たちが、歓喜に酔いしれて、行くてをはばむ者は男だろうが、子供だろうが、獣だろうが、引き裂いてバラバラにしたという。ディオニソスを称える祭は、春のアンテステリオン (花の暴動)と、秋のミュステリオン (毒キノコの暴動)の２つがある。

アイビーの絡みつく習性は、星や惑星の周期的な運動と、それらが私たちの生活や活動に及ぼす影響を表している。螺旋を描く月の軌道はその典型である。アイビーは束縛する力を持つが、同時に深い闇を生み、生が死と共にあることを示している。悟りを求めてさまよう魂を表し、欲望の罠に足をすくわれないようにと戒める。

[teecupangel]

Thinking about nature spirit fifteen meter tall Desmond who lives in caves and travels by night. He can't speak but communicates by trills, whistles, chitters and growls he has deerlike ears and little nubby horns that have moss growing on them. His eyes are similar to a cat's, his teeth are pointed, nails are sharp, hard to file and he can smell a drop of blood from half a mile away. He doesn't need to eat a lot because he photosynthesises and chews dirt. He can make forests grow out of nothing but would rather not impact natural ecosystems.

He does NOT eat men OR kidnap their women... But sometimes he does rescue a few from unwanted marriages. Now because of that the tiny farmers like to fire arrows at him and scream when he's spotted in the area. Rude but more annoying than anything. Now he sleeps with boulders in front of his cave... The boulders don't completely cover his 'doorway' but farmers are apparently very bad climbers.

His ancestors on the other hand...

Now I'm thinking about all the misunderstandings that could come from this little brain baby... Maybe I should write this?

I'm a bad writer tho...

Hmmmm~

I just can't decide if he would be naked or wear 'clothes' similar to poison Ivy's.

I just love this setup too much of simply walking would make the ground bloom and wither.

It’s one of the scenes that are etched into my brain since I was a kid and I want Desmond as a nature spirit have the same thing and not have any say on it XD

The clothes though… I guess it depends on how you want him to be able to use photosynthesis. Being naked and his skin being the ‘main tool’ for photosynthesis would work or his ‘clothes’ are actually a part of him that are the ones doing the photosynthesis. Also… having clothes would give you an excuse for Desmond to change clothes depending on the season. Like, something green with fresh leaves for summer, a myriads of blooming flowers in spring, orange and yellows for autumn and the most resilient plants that still strive in winter.

Keeping him naked also means that making him wear clothes would hinder the photosynthesis which might give you a chance for a little bit of angst.

I kinda like the idea that his horns are slowly growing and the final form of the horns is also like his clothes, shifting depending on the season. Flowers would decorate them during spring, fresh leaves would sprout from them during summer, orange and yelloe leaves would fall from them during autumn and they would be completely bare a shock of pure white during winter.

(aka: like the horns of Sawsbucks but more complicated)

I personally believe that people should write if they want. What is bad in your eyes might be treasure to a reader out there looking for something specific that your story happens to have. But that final say is yours, nonny, if you want. I think this kind of story would be interesting to read, personally. Start the story slow with Desmond learning about his new body and getting used to it, sprinkle in the incidents that made humans wary of him, then the midpoint would be the chapter when he and the ancestor of your choice finally meet.

If a full fic is too much for you, you can write little snippets of the scenes you want to write instead. Those are always fun to read and there’s less pressure in making it a coherent story with a beginning, middle and end. :)