#plantes fumigation

[frenchwitchdiary]

Je repartage ça ici car c’est fort important ! Je suis souvent assez fatigué/contrarié de voir autant de personnes commander (par ignorance la plupart du temps, je sais bien que c’est pas dans une volonté de nuire) des bâtons de sauge blanche à tout va pour purifier leur maison, alors que : 1) cette plante est menacée à cause du succès qu’elle a eu grâce à l’essor croissant du New Age. Tout comme le palo santo, très apprécié aussi en occident et qu’on consomme à outrance, au détriment des personnes dont c’est réellement leur culture sacrée d’origine de l’utiliser. ^^’ 2) les “smudge sticks” de sauge blanche sont une part de la culture native américaine qui est trop souvent appropriée et sortie de son contexte d’origine. La fumigation est toujours possible, elle est bien universelle à travers le monde, mais il existe plein d’autres techniques que juste celle-ci, et qui ne sont pas du vol si vous les pratiquez. 3) c’est possible de fumiger chez soi avec des plantes locales, (de la sauge pas blanche bien de chez nous si vraiment c’est votre drogue la sauge, ou alors les autres plantes listées dans ce post très bien fait), alors... pourquoi ne pas le faire ? La sorcellerie c’est souvent l’art du DIY par excellence. Et utiliser les ressources proches de chez soi, cultiver son lien à son terroir et son Genius Loci, c’est gagner en enrichissement et authenticité magiquement. Tout le monde est gagnant à la fin ! ^^

[herboristecueilleuse]

Traditions, pratiques et rites de purification par la fumée

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[theplantingseason]

Types Of Soil And The Best Soil For Gardening.

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In general, the most desirable soil for gardening is one that is fertile, well-draining, and has good aeration. A soil that is rich in organic matter, such as compost or manure, is ideal for most plants. This type of soil will provide nutrients that plants need to grow strong and healthy, and it will also help to retain moisture. Soils that have excessive amounts of sand or clay can be poor for growing plants. Sandy soils are often too free-draining and lack nutrients, while clay soils may be too dense and retain too much water, leading to root rot and other problems.

On the other hand,Loamy soil is a type of soil that is considered ideal for gardening and plant growth. It is a mixture of sand, silt, clay, and organic matter, with roughly equal portions of each. Loamy soil is easy to work and provides good drainage, while also retaining moisture and nutrients. It is nutrient-rich, well-draining soil that offers the ideal balance of air and water for most plants. It can be found in many regions across the world and is often considered the best soil for gardening.

If you have good soil, you have solved 90% of the planting puzzle.

[hasnazameer]

How to keep your food franchise Successful? What role does fumigation play?

We are aware that these pest infestations might completely devastate your food industry if not adequately managed. Your firm as a whole and your brand's reputation could both be damaged. Fumigation is one of the best ways to prevent these sneaky pests from attacking your business. Many countries follow strict laws and regulations when it comes to the fumigation of food processing companies.

Visit the website to know more: https://armourpestworld.com/fumigation-dubai/

[sonder-paradise]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 — 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

◊ characters. mitsuya takashi, gn!reader

◊ wc. 0.9k

➺ 𝘪𝘮·𝘱𝘶𝘭·𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘫. 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘔𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you chirp, swinging open the door to your apartment. Mitsuya follows after you, soaking in the familiar ‘new apartment’ smell that fumigates throughout the living room. 

“It’s looking a little empty,” he says. A light smile pastes itself on his lips and you return it with your own. 

“Yeah, I haven’t really gotten around to unpacking,” you say. Your voice coming out muffled as you bury your head in a nearby cabinet to search for the infamous detergent and vinegar you spoke of earlier. 

There’s a variety of different sized boxes around the apartment. A couple plants are piled on top of them and just a few random items litter the surrounding countertops. Mitsuya notes a calendar notebook sitting beside a half-eaten bowl of macaroni and cheese. Maps and a single unopened letter are nestled right beside them. 

“How long ago did you say you moved in?”

You spit out a laugh, your eyebrows wrinkling guiltily as you place the detergent and vinegar on your kitchen counter. 

“It’s been a couple weeks.”

“And you’re still not unpacked?” Mitsuya chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you. You wave him off, holding up the dress. “Do you want this fixed or not?” 

“Kidding!” 

You give him an amused look. He finds himself in the middle of wanting to pursue the conversation even more or just shutting up and listening. 

He opts for the latter when you move to mix the detergent and vinegar together. You heave the large container over a small cup and the two of them watch the clear liquid seep on top of the white vinegar. Mitsuya cringes for a moment. The smell it elicits is sour, yet distinctly fresh.

A silence meanders into the dwindling conversation. It’s slightly awkward. It reminds Mitsuya of a fat cat lying across his chest. It’s slightly uncomfortable, maybe a little too warm, but he doesn’t dare move for fear of it leaving. Your eyes catch his once more and he’s glancing away to assess your apartment one more time. 

“So, why’d you move out here?” he says. 

“I wanted to become an artist.”

“Why this city? I’m sure you can become an artist in any city you live in.”

You pause your scrubbing. You’re using a small cloth to apply the odd white vinegar and detergent mixture onto the coffee stain. For a brief moment, your expression wanders to the maps on the countertop. 

“My dad was born in this city. He said he always found inspiration where the lights hit glass. Whatever the hell that means,” You scoffed, placing the cloth to the side and looking over the coffee stain. It was covered by your homemade mixture now and you eyed it to make sure every last fiber was coated in it. 

“I take it your father was a painter too?” 

“No, he was a truck driver. He liked to write poetry for my mom in his free time. He’d send it by mail whenever he got the chance.” 

“That’s sweet.”

“It’s silly.”

Mitsuya’s eyes wander back to yours. He questions the look in your eyes as you say that short phrase. There’s a bittersweetness to it like you want to say more, explain more but there was nothing else left to do except complete this little odd job he had given you. 

“Anyways, let’s rinse this pretty thing off and it should be brand new.”

You head toward your sink, glancing back at Mitsuya briefly. Your hand settles on the sink handle. “Hot or cold?”

“Cold, please.”

You twists the handle and water comes flowing out of the faucet. It seeps into the cloth and as if by magic, Mitsuya can see the coffee seep out of the white fabric alongside the foamy soap from the detergent. 

“So, how’d you get into designing?”

Mitsuya shrugs, “My mom wasn’t around a lot. She was always working. So I had to learn to sew in order to fix my sisters’ clothing. Sometimes they’d want dolls or little accessories so I’d just make ‘em too.” 

Your fingers slowly massage the last of the stain out of the fabric. You don’t look up from your work, but it’s clear you’re soaking in the information slowly. 

“That’s kinda cute.”

“It’s silly.”

Mitsuya suddenly understands what that bittersweetness from your expression earlier was. He melts in his tongue and he’s tempted to say more, to explain more. But he doesn’t. 

You look over the fabric once more. Your eyes narrow before handing it back to Mitsuya with a grin. “That should do it.” 

“You’re a lifesaver.” 

“I’m your neighbor. That’s all,” you laugh, “Speaking of which, let’s exchange numbers. I could use a friend in this city.” 

Mitsuya watches as you dig into the back pocket of your jeans and retrieve your phone. It opens on cue and the screensaver shows an image of a rather picturesque family. Carnival lights in the background and a young child smiling from ear to ear sitting snugly in between your parents. Mitsuya’s tempted to ask, but he reserves his question for another time. 

“Sure thing. I owe you one anyway.” He slides the phone out of your hand and inputs his number into your contacts. It’s odd to see his own name sitting in your phone. 

He’s not sure what exchanged after that. The next thing he knows is he’s standing outside your door with the slightly damp fabric in his hands. It still smells faintly like that homemade mixture of yours but it’s somewhat comfortable.

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧…

[talonabraxas]

Planetary Correspondences of the Moon

The energy of the moon is tidal and watery, bringing to mind our deepest dreams, thoughts and emotions and its cyclical nature honors the cycles of our lives and our bodies. The moon shines its light through the darkness to reveal secrets, even those we keep from ourselves.

The moon’s metal is silver.

Stones that correspond to the energy of the moon tend to be white and/or luminescent. moonstone, pearl, white quartz and white or clear crystal spheres.

Lunar Herbs

Lunar herbs tend to be juicy and lightly sweet and with a sweet (sometimes cloying) fragrance. Either they produce watery fruits, or they have succulent leaves or both.

Many moon herbs help to balance hormones, relieve mild pain and/or gently induce sleep. Many moon plants open at night and close during the day or release their scent at night to attract nocturnal pollinators. Moon plants often grow near water.

White or silvery plants tend to correspond to lunar energy and sometimes these plants bear the mark of the moon even more strongly (see the doctrine of signatures).

Here’s a list:

moonflower,

lotus,

Evening Primrose,

Night Jasmine,

cucumber,

melon,

bitter

melon,

almond,

agave,

moonwort,

milkweed,

passionflower(sedative),

mallow,

Willow(pain),

poppy (sedative, pain relief),

Gooseberry,

Goat’s beard,

Mugwort,

Wild Yam(hormones),

Iris

Lunar Fragrances- Incense, Oils and Fumigation Herbs

Almond, clary sage, Orris root

Temple of the Moon Portals into the Multiverse. Talon Abraxas

[asimplearchivist]

𝓡𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐕 𝐨𝐟 𝐗𝐗𝐕

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu was unfamiliar with the concept of self-care, but it would seem that he's unexpectedly well-versed in others. pairing(s) ☽ khonshu/reader | promises kept!verse word count ☾ 2.9k a/n ☽ ⤏ my fourth entry for the moon knight bingo hosted by @juneknight and @spacecowboyhotch over at @moonknight-events. I will eventually crosspost this to the main fic for promises kept on ao3 when it will best fit the chronological progression of the chapters. ⤏ this took a turn I didn't anticipate. khonshu kind of got away from me, tbh. have a flirty old bird I guess? (@angel-of-the-moons I feel like you might enjoy this one.🤭) ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS ENTRY ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT ENTRY ☽

What are you doing?

The rumbled words emerged from the shadows hemmed up in the corners of the bathroom more like a disinterested observation than a question.

“Would you care to take a guess?” you offered, opening your eyes and glancing towards the dimly lit silhouette having knelt in front of the door.

The warm, humid room was cramped and ill-suited for more than one person to occupy it at one time, but that fact didn’t seem to have stopped Khonshu from materializing at your side—likely in pursuit of tracking down your exact location since you weren’t in the living room or your bedroom like you usually were at this hour. It was a slow night in London, for once—the police channels had been quiet all evening, so you hadn’t felt the need to be prepared for the moon god’s urgent beck and call. Ru was winding down from school and homework with Lizzie watching her favorite baking show, and your portable speaker played music at the necessary volume to disguise your murmured responses to the lunar deity’s incredulity.

Bathing. In the dark. He tilted his skull. The electricity is not malfunctioning.

“It’s meant to be relaxing.” You raised a hand out of the steaming water to indicate the row of flickering candles lining the broad posterior lip of the tub flush against the wall. “And I can see perfectly well.”

He leaned forward, hands planted on his thighs not unlike a child, and you noticed that his staff was propped against the door frame. You are…self-soothing?

He must have picked up that term recently, as you’d definitely never heard him use it before. “Sort of. More like self-care. Liz offered to keep Ru entertained so I could get a breather until supper’s ready.”

Hmm. Khonshu sank back into his haunches. So you simmer yourself…and to what end?

You chuckled, pulling your legs up and folding your arms across the tops of your knees—modesty was a foreign concept to the ancient being, having associated with a culture that dwelled in the desert and thus rarely utilized complete coverings save to block the harshest of sunlight—and while you’d mostly grown accustomed to his penchant for invading your privacy at inopportune times, you didn’t particularly want to explain the entire premise to him with your chest on full display. “Hot water benefits the human body in many ways—relaxed muscles, improved moods, and the like—not to mention the positive effects of aromatherapy and inhalation of steam.”

Is that why you’re steeping a tea bag?

“It was a bathbomb wrapped in cloth with flowers and stuff in it—that’s why the water’s purple. It’s scented with lavender and chamomile. Smell it?”

How could I not? It has fumigated the entire room.

You shrugged. “At least it’s nice—better than BO, anyway.”

His shoulders scrunched in the only approximation of a frown you’d been able to determine. I see little point in any of this frivolity.

“Have you ever had a spa day, Khonshu?”

The inexpressive dimensions of his skull could not morph to adapt to his dripping dubiety, but it didn’t have to—his once uncanny stillness spoke enough to it.

“It’s nice,” you continued, ignoring his skeptical grunt. “With all those priests and priestesses fawning over you in your temples, I figured you’d have been pampered a time or two over the course of several thousand years.”

We were only allowed to interact directly with our avatars—we oftentimes utilized them as oracles, or spoke to the priesthood through statues, visions, dreams, or signs. Khonshu pushed his shoulders back. They would tend to our sculptures and reliefs as if they were our bodies, make offerings to them, enact rituals in our names, but…nothing quite like this.

“That’s a shame. I think a deep-tissue massage would do you a lot of good.” You reached for the exfoliator and the bar of soap and lathered up the perforated weave in order to scrub yourself so you’d at least look semi-productive. “Maybe some moisturization wouldn’t hurt…last time I saw your elbows, they looked crusty as hell.”

At first you thought you might actually have rendered him speechless, but you should have known better—another cursory peek in his direction revealed that he was merely observing.

I do recall a similar practice, he responded, tapering his beak down towards you, although it was generally utilized in preserving the khat of the mortals that journeyed west.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. It wouldn’t offer you much of a vast improvement, then, huh? There’s not a whole lot I could do for a mummified bird.”

Khonshu scoffed, but said no more.

You began to wash your body in earnest, starting with your face, then moved down your neck, shoulders, arms, torso, pelvis, legs, and feet. You tried to reach around to tend to your back in the same way, but you winced as the action tugged at sore muscles beneath your shoulder blade—a scuffle with a carjacker the night before had resulted in him collapsed unconscious in the street, and you hadn’t trusted the police not to run him over in their haste to capture him (as well as a glimpse of you in their ever-persistent effort in pinning down the identity of their local do-gooder vigilante), so you’d had to drag him onto the sidewalk with…mixed results. The man had been big enough that he could have carried the car away with him, if the whim had so struck him, instead of hot-wiring it.

Allow me.

You startled as Khonshu’s hand curled over your arm to grasp the porous swatch of sudsy material. You watched, enraptured, as the gauze binding his flesh receded like sand slipping through an hourglass to reveal the pockmarked, ashen skin underneath—but you had only a glimpse before he withdrew with the stretched loofa.

Give me your back.

You twisted adjacent to the length of the tub and leaned forward obediently, deigning not to comment upon it. You supposed that wet wrappings wouldn’t be a pleasant sensation for anybody.

Khonshu imitated your earlier actions, although he was unexpectedly gentler. He dragged the loofa in rhythmic circles from the nape of your neck steadily down, from side to side, to the small of your back—then, to your continued surprise, he placed the fabric on your thigh before cupping his hands in the water and pouring it over your skin to wash away the suds. He then wiped away the rest, the roughened texture of his fingers softened by the soap and water, the pliability of your skin, although you noticed this touch lingered far longer.

You said nothing as he began to explore the typography of your spine and ribcage, seemingly subconsciously. To be such a hardass about almost everything, as well as an unforgiving sparring partner, you had almost forgotten how careful he could be. A foolish notion, really, as you were fully aware of how he treated Ru like porcelain on the verge of shattering—he always had. The methodicality of it lulled you into a trance-like state, your eyelids drooping as you leaned into both of his hands, now working in tandem to press and stroke the tension out of your muscles.

…When was the last time someone had touched you like this? You couldn’t recall. Your ex-husband hadn’t usually utilized this intimate a method of aftercare, even while you’d been trying for a baby. You’d been too busy with Ru and chores during the day to schedule an appointment, although you suspected that a deep-tissue would do you a world of good—Khonshu’s armor always healed your wounds if you wore it long enough, but it still often left you stiff if you’d hyperextended yourself during combat.

Khonshu dug the heel of his palm into that one incredibly tender catch under your shoulder blade. You sucked in a breath and winced, your entire back going rigid against the pain that lanced up into your neck. His displeased grunt was much closer to your ear than you’d anticipated, and you opened your eyes to glance up at him out of your periphery to see that he’d hunched over you.

You did not tell me that you were still in pain, he finally rumbled sternly. Why did you release the armor before you were healed?

“I am healed,” you told him, “just a little sore. It’s normal. I guess it doesn’t stitch everything back together exactly where it was before.”

He grumbled in refutation, but tapped his fingertips against the arch of your spine. Relax. It will only grow worse if you are tense.

“It’s not exactly—comfortable!” you squeaked, jerked forward to avoid the insistent digging of his fingers.

Of all the methods he could have used to steady you, reaching up and curling the length of his hand around the column of your throat was decidedly not what you would ever have expected. Your pulse leapt against the perfectly measured, unoppressive pressure he applied, and—in spite of the copious amount of heat flooding your face—you had to admit that it worked to keep you as still as a statue.

An inexplicable warmth—tingly like the slow creep of magic his armor provided to alleviate your wounds, but far more concentrated (and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have remarked that it almost felt like lidocaine)—wreathed his free hand as he began to knead the tightness out of the problem spot. You groaned softly as he did so, the vibration of the sound resonating through his hand and tickling your throat in turn, squeezing your eyes shut as you twitched on reflex to avoid the pain. Even with his magic’s numbing ability, the injury must have been worse than you’d initially anticipated because it swept right around the curve of your ribs and under—

“Hey!” you gasped, lurching away from those long, beguiling fingers as he followed the muscle to your torso and almost brushed the underside of your breast. This caused the blade of his palm to dig into your jugular, pitching your voice into a broken, if muffled, squeal. “Whoa, watch it—that’s off-limits!”

You’ve a rib out of place, he deadpanned.

“I could have my sacrum detached from my pelvic girdle, but that doesn’t mean I’d let you fondle my ass to fix it, either,” you hissed, trying to pull away, in vain.

Why must you be so stubborn? he groused, pressing his palm into your side directly over the rib in question. His soothing power sank into your body, and you had a hard time resisting the relief it brought. I had no intention of groping you.

You’d thought your face couldn’t grow any hotter, but you were promptly proven wrong. You told yourself that it was strictly the proximity of another person that was causing your uncontrollable reaction, that it had been years since the last time you’d been in such a compromising and vulnerable situation, not that it was Khonshu specifically. (You had always been shit at lying, even to yourself, admittedly.) “I, uh…sorry. Just…wasn’t expecting that.”

I did not mean to startle you. The curve of his beak descended over the slope of your opposite shoulder and the golden, emblematic crescent moon bound over his chest brushed against your back. …Just know that if I ever touched you in such a manner, there is no question that you would be anticipating it, Srit mwt.

You mouthed a curse and dropped your head as much as you could manage with him still holding you in place in hopes to hide your utter mortification. He should not have been having this effect on you. Khonshu was many things, but sexual was not a word you had mentally associated with him at any point.

You remembered, idly, that your research into his mythos had revealed that he was regarded as a god of fertility.

“Uh-huh,” you responded lamely, swallowing and surrendering to him just so that it would be over sooner. You’d planned on soaking for a while after washing up to enjoy the hot water, but now all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and scream into your pillow until your heart stopped drumming itself into a tattoo against the inside of your thoracic cavity.

Then the god of the moon had the the nerve—the fucking gall—to chuckle; a low, raspy noise that carried into your ribcage like a subwoofer ricocheted sound through a vehicle. You needn’t worry. I do not extend such invitations lightly…and I am not particularly inclined to commence anything that could not be completed.

Fuck. Honestly.

You were familiar with the banter the pair of you had shared over the years of serving as his avatar, but you’d never known him to…was he flirting with you, or were you imagining things? Surely not. He despised humans, humanity in general, thought himself above mere mortals to the point that he only associated with whomever he’d selected to be his Fist at any given time (as far as you were aware, anyway).

This was new. It was foreign and unexpected and completely out of character for him. Just when you’d thought you had pinned down his personality, he’d gone and revealed another aspect of himself—like a phase of the celestial body he represented. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, per se (quite the opposite, in fact, if you were to be totally honest with yourself; you’d made somewhat suggestive remarks to him in passing before, mostly for humor’s sake, but he’d never before responded in kind), but it was disarming you in a way for which you never could have prepared yourself.

He had seen you naked before—numerous times, in fact, much to your chagrin, since he couldn’t be bothered to at least knock on something before he appeared out of thin air—but he’d never acted like he’d even noticed your body, nor had he ever cared about the modern concept of modesty. You’d learned to live with it, had grown accustomed to him appearing at the most inopportune of moments. You’d just assumed that he might not even feel any attraction whatsoever, or at least not towards you.

Was that assumption incorrect? Had you misread his body language all this time? Was he just worryingly skilled at hiding any reactions he could have had? You hadn’t a clue—you didn’t know what to think, especially since you swore you could feel each individual crease on his cool, coarse palms against your heated flesh. He was a dominant entity, controlling out of necessity given the nature of his creed, but you’d never thought that it could carry over into a context quite like this.

…Of course, you’d never thought he’d offer to help you bathe, either, but here you were: naked, wet, and as vulnerable as one could be, trying very hard to hide exactly what he was doing to you simply by touching you comparatively chastely in sharp contrast to what the tone of his voice might have indicated.

You cleared your throat, realizing that you’d been quite a little too long. You could almost hear his smug grin—if he were even capable of displaying it in his primary, decayed shape. “...Thanks. For the…for the help. I feel a lot better now.”

Impatient, as always, he tutted. Just a moment.

“No, really, I’m good, you’ve worked your ma—gic!”

The sharp, high noise that escaped you as his hand compressed your rib and set it back in place with a dull click was worse than you could’ve imagined. Khonshu, mercifully, withdrew as quickly as he’d approached, leaving you reeling and dazed. You sucked in a breath, gritting your teeth against the urge to cringe, and probed your side experimentally.

There. That wasn’t so bad, now was it, hmm?

“If you weren’t a literal deity that could smite me from this plane of existence, I would offer you some very choice words on the quality of your bedside manner.”

That has never restricted you before. Khonshu’s spindly form creaked as he stood and straightened to his full height (or as close to it as was possible, given the bathroom’s low ceiling), leaving you shivering in the humid air he stirred in his wake. Although I doubt you will complain that I finished the job that you failed to allow the armor to finish.

“Well,” you started indignantly, “I guess I can count on you to finish everything I don’t, then, huh?”

A beat of silence passed, and that was arguably worse than anything he could’ve said in reply.

You dropped your head into your hands and groaned. “Forget I said that.”

He had the audacity to laugh at you. Should you ever require assistance, he crooned, all you need do is to call my name. I will hear you at any time or place.

You reached a hand back to deliver him a solitary finger, refraining from the urge to crawl into the drain and drown yourself. “I think I’ve had about enough of you tonight, thanks.”

If that’s all you can take, then I worry that you couldn’t—

“Shut,” you ground out, “the fuck up.”

Khonshu laughed as he slipped back into whatever the hell sort of fifth dimension he lived in when he wasn’t plaguing you with his insufferability.

[windvexer]

fave scents/incense/fumigation to use personally? i just got some dragons blood/frankincense incense that smells like walking into the mall import store that sells weird glass statues and t-shirts with bob marley on them and i love it!!

Hi! I use Rosemary for most purposes since I can grow it at home and I have a relationship with my plant. Most stuff I work with I use for a specific purpose so the incense I choose tends to be based on need. But overall, hard to go wrong with Rosemary I think.

[lailoken]

Hey there!

I was wondering if you knew of or had any rites or recipes that would aid one with reconciliation in the matters of a friendship. I am looking for something that will help me not only get through to the individual I'm trying to make amends with, but one that will help heal and clarify the situation at hand. If I can fully rectify and mend the friendship, that would be the most optimal case scenario.

On another note, if you can share, what are some ways you utilize High John root in your practice and is this root particularly coveted by the Others?

Thank you as always!

On a Friday, fill a small vessel with Sweet Almond Oil and steep it with a mixture of Mint Leaves, Orris Root, Rose Petals, and a bit of Honey. Allow this to steep for one week before straining out the solid materials and setting them aside. As you ready this oil for its steeping, say a prayer invoking each plant used, and thanking them for their aid. If you are able to leave offerings for living specimens of these plants, it is all the better. For the honey, give thanks to all bees and flowers, and praise the fruits of their ancient relationship.

Align your space, raise your power, and call forth any pertinent forces you work with before proceeding with the spell.

Inscribe one Pillar Candle with your full name and inscribe a secondary one with your friend's full name, before anointing both with the previously crafted Oil. Anoint a natural fiber cord with the same oil and then secure each end of the cord around the base of each Pillar Candle. Kindle your candle, followed by the other candle, and fumigate them both with Dragon's Blood while saying, "With clarity and kindness, do I draw us back together." Punctuate this statement with whatever cultural variation of "so be it" is most significant to you.

Allow these candles to burn down and dispose of any remnants in running water flowing towards you.

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As for your second question:

I mostly utilize High John Root in spellwork having to do with Attraction, Persuasion, and/or Domination. And I have never seen or experienced anything one way or another where the Folk and this root are concerned, but I've never looked into it either.

[elvthron]

What do you use Hellebores for in your practice?

Keep in mind that I solely use Helleborus Foetidus because it's a species very dear to the central italian tradition (especially in Abruzzo as it was a folk remedy to treat the livestock's wounds). I tend to divide the plant in two pieces: the flowers/leaves and the rhizome. For the flowers : I let them dry under the Spring/Summer's sun and grind them to use it in fumigations (when you dry the plant it won't smell like rotting meat anymore so don't worry) mainly for conjuration work*. For the rhizome: as it is the part of the plant with more toxins (helleborine-helleboreine) I cautiously use it for trance-inducing ointments that, eventually, can also be used for my chronic back pain as it's considered a rubefacient to cure the rheumatic pains. *Hellebore is also cited in the Key of Solomon as an ingredient for a fumigation recipe: "spell for vivifying a talisman with the genius of Saturn"

[reno-matago]

Is there anything in French folk magic or French traditional magic about a new home/home protection?

I don't have a specific ritual but ingredients and methods yes!

RURAL FRENCH MAGIC ELEMENTS

You can make crosses to have at the doors! The plants vary according to the regions: houseleek, cross-benites with lavender, immortelles, according to the folk religious holidays however, traditionally it is on dates of specific religious holidays.

We do a fumigation in the home, certainly with prayers, with plants depending on the region: laurel, juniper... we can burn protective plants, make bouquets of them, especially elderberry. All pungent or strong-smelling plants will be protective (elderflower, garlic, hellebore, holly, hawthorn) For protective bouquets: artemisia, foxglove, meadow iris, mint, St. John's wort, walnut branches, fern, verbena, the Queen of french witchcraft.

We can do a ritual where we will pass the plant through the fire to strengthen its power. The cross is the ideal symbol. The perfect day will be Saint John's Day.

Be sure I'll return to you if I find anything else out! Finally if you need a spell to banish negativity from the house I can give you one by messenger too!

HORSHOE

I think a horseshoe would be ideal ( just like garlic). It is not ''french trad craft'', just a method I would use, but I would purify it, dedicate it to the 4 elements, fumigate it, then recite by hanging it or nailing it:

''Vigilavi, et factus sum sicut passer solitarius in tecto'' (Terese d'Avila, Psalm 102)

But it is my own creation! Otherwise there are these spells from The Witch's Almanac by Katherine Quenot, unfortunately her sources are rarely cited. Some are ancient, others modern...

Here is one of these spells that seems interesting to me because it contains verbena:

TO ATTRACT PROTECTION INTO YOUR HOME Make a purple sachet 18 centimeters on a side and put rosemary, verbena, and a lock of hair from each of the inhabitants, and a picture of the house. Close it with a purple cord, put everything in a secret place in the house and never open it.

TO KEEP YOUR HOME HEALTHY

Make a braid with two green laurel branches, then hang it on a red cord above the interior door of the house or gate.

This talisman will also preserve your family from jealousy, backbiting and the evil eye.

And this one which seems to be modern but inspired by traditional principles:

TO PRESERVE YOUR HOME FROM HARM

You will need coarse salt, cracked pepper, an egg and sticky paper.

Take the egg that you will pierce at both ends to empty it of its contents. Mix the coarse salt with the same quantity of crushed pepper.

Fill the egg with this composition after stopping one end with the paper.

Place everything in a closet or wardrobe in your main room. The egg should be changed every three months. When you get rid of it you have to throw it outside the house in a trash can saying:

''Hexes, evil spirits, in this egg I locked you, now you are thrown.

Never come back to my house,

To the world of junk return''

Sources: Christophe Auray - l'herbier des paysans, des guérisseurs et des sorciers • L'almanach de la sorcière de Katherine Quenot

[msweebyness]

💖💖💖Myvan May Headcanons💖💖💖

Hello, all! I’m celebrating my favorite couple in the Miraculous universe with some cute headcanons for them in canon as well as all our various AU’s! Enjoy some Myvan cuteness as a kickoff, before we officially get into Myvan May! (I just learned that’s a thing and am so happy!) I’m gonna be releasing a lot of Myvan content this upcoming month! The parentheses let you know when I’m switching to a different AU! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

(‘Canon’) Mylene often comes over to help Ivan babysit Sasha, as she finds the girl to be the sweetest, cutest thing in the world. The three of them always have so much fun playing games and going on little outings together. They even did a little group costume for Halloween one year, with Sasha being Boo, Ivan as Sulley, and Mylene as Mike.

Ivan sometimes still worries that other people, especially Mylene are afraid of him. He knows he didn’t have the best control over his temper in the past, and he was the very first akuma. Whenever he starts to sink into these kinds of thoughts, Mylene is quick to remind him of all the reasons she could never be afraid of him now, and how much she loves him.

(Class of Heroes) The first time QuasiIvan met the seven dwarves he was incredibly nervous because he was sure they weren’t going to like him, that they would think he wasn’t good enough for Snow Mylene. To his surprise, they didn’t care about his appearance and accepted him as part of the family pretty much off the bat. Even Grumpy liked him! (Snow Mylene was similarly nervous upon meeting Esmeralda for the first time, but left that day with a bevy of cute and embarrassing stories about when her boyfriend was a child. Esme loved her.)

After their marriage, besides ruling over the kingdom of Mylene’s family, they start a side project based on something they’re both passionate about: helping animals. They set up a clinic to care for wounded creatures in a smaller wing of their palace, where they help critters of all shape and size.

(Class of Villainy) Of all the villainous couples, Ivan Oogie and Mylensula are the absolute WORST when it comes to PDA. At least once a day, they start making out in the middle of the hallway with no regard for the discomfort of the people around them. Most people know better than to say anything.

Whenever the school gets fumigated, Mylensula is usually the one who ends up having to care for Ivan Oogie if he accidentally breathes it in and gets high as a kite. She doesn’t mind this though, because sometimes he just randomly says the cutest things (in her opinion) and he mostly just gets really cuddly with her.

(School for Monstrous Youths) Ivan Bumble has a strong bond with MyLeaf’s ‘babies’, who he often helps her take care of during his free time. He’ll usually bring sticks to play fetch with Brutus and Gigi, and Cookie loves when he plays brings his drumsticks to play music for her. He’s a pretty good Plant Dad, to be sure.

Most students at DuPont avoid upsetting or harming MyLeaf in any way at all costs, because her Bumble almost seems to have a sense for when this is happening, and will be there faster than you can blink, with the Yeti Death Glare™️ and ready to deal with whatever threat is presenting itself before carrying his flower away.

(Creepsters) Ivan’s temper in his full werebear form can be considerably more volatile than in his normal state, but this is nothing cuddling from his witch of nature can’t fix. Mylene loves how fluffy and soft he is in his huge bear form, and he’s very gentle with her.

(Ghoul Squad) Ivan Kong and Mylentasma first met when they were younger and some bullies had upset him so much that he took on his full Kong form. Her singing calmed him down and the two just kept spending time together from there.

Mylentasma confessed to Ivan Kong that she loved him by way of an entire operatic piece that detailed everything she loved about him. He was in tears by the time it was done, he was in tears of pure joy. She still performs the piece for him on their anniversary every year!

(MiracOlympus) As the god of blacksmithing, some of Ivan’s best work have been gifts for his beloved girlfriend. He made Mylene the golden wreath of wheat sheafs with flecks of amber that she wears almost every day, as well as numerous other gifts. In return, she created a new species of flower for him, the gladiolus, which today symbolizes strength and honesty.

Mylene is fiercely protective of her boyfriend and does NOT tolerate any disrespect being shown to him. Once, a mortal king made the grave mistake of leaving Ivan out of the statue line-up in a temple honoring the Olympians, because he didn’t want ‘the ugly one’ to ‘ruin the image’ of the temple. A furious Mylene turned him into a goat for the insult, and he was forced to spend the rest of his days on a run-down old farm.

(WereMiraculous) As the pack medic, Mylene is responsible for treating the wounds of her packmates. One of her most frequent patients is, much to her dismay, her own mate. She understands that Ivan is doing his job as a guard to protect her and the pack, but it still pains her heart to see him hurt.

(DC/Arkham AU) When Venom Bringer first met MalevoLyricist, he was just so slightly jealous of his closeness to Nightmare Weaver, all the affection they showed each other and the multitude of inside jokes. Mylene was quick to notice this however and assured Ivan she saw Jesse as a brother and that he had nothing to fear.

(Marvel AU) Ivan and Mylene have a game they play on slow days where he throws his shield up in the air and she tries to nail the center of it with one of her arrows. She’s never missed, so he tries to throw it in different ways to make it more challenging for her.

(Phantoms of Paris) In Ivan’s opinion, Mylene has one of the most beautiful and haunting singing voices of any of the phantoms. After a particularly stressful akuma battle, his favorite thing to do is lay down with his head in her lap and listen to her sing some of the soft lullabies she uses to calm the children they rescue.

(Batraculous) Ivan and Mylene are one of only couples that don’t use the lounge space for making out. They like to cuddle in the Bat Quad’s comfy seats, and there’s less of a chance of someone bursting in on them. They also like to drive out to the parks for picnics, where they help community groups with clean-up efforts.

(Land Before Time AU) Ivan once got his tail stuck in a tree he was ramming with Alix and it took hours to get him free. Mylene sat with him and kept him company the entire time until the others were able to find his parents to help free him.

(Actor AU) Ivan actually gets incredibly nervous in front of the camera, so Mylene does breathing exercises with him before takes. She’ll also hold his hand to keep him calm when they’re not in frame. Sometimes when they are too.

(Akuma AU) Stoneheart carries Horrificator pretty much everywhere, no matter how long or short the trip. It’s easy for him since he’s enormous and incredibly strong, and he just finds her too cute not to want to hold her all the time.

Very few people know that Horrificator, the ‘Queen of Fear’, actually has a fear of thunderstorms herself, and she plans to keep it that way. However, whenever a storm rolls through Paris, she prefers to spend the duration of it curled up in her boyfriend’s arms, listening to his heartbeat through the stone of his chest. It keeps her calm.

(Shadyverse) Ivan has a serious jealous streak when it comes to his girlfriend, and everyone knows about it. Most guys avoid even talking to Mylene because they know they’ll get pummeled into the dust if Ivan catches them. (Mylene thinks it’s adorable when he gets jealous and often actively creates situations that would have that outcome.)

Here’s to arguably the most wholesome and healthy ship in the entire show! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[herboristecueilleuse]

Septembre, la fin de l’été, au milieu des récoltes. « Herboristerie chamanique » Editions Rustica chez vos libraires

Nouvelles fraîches! Sortie imminente!

Construire et traverser sa relation avec l’être végétal grâce à l’observation, le contact sensoriel, la présence, l’ouverture de conscience par le cœur, voilà l’exploration qu’initie cet ouvrage édité par @Rustica éditions et que j’ai maturé pendant presque 2 ans depuis les Cévennes jusqu’au Périgord noir. Les simples-médecine y sont présentées sous plusieurs de leurs aspects, botanique,…

[daylightcommand3]

The Gardeners

The Gardeners are a small group of bots dedicated to making the Plantoids win and cover the globe. They may all have their different reasons and methods for helping the Plantoids, but they are united in the cause.

We shall start at the end.

Aphrodite

The loving ecologist-turned-botanist.

Due to spending too much time scouring through the Human Archives, a young Aphrodite became enamored with the beauty of the past. Yet, none of history fascinated Aphrodite quite like plantlife. A wondrous lifeform. So varied and colorful. So free and solid. It was divine. She needed to know more. She searched for someone, anyone, who shared her passion. But most bots were focused on the future and rebuilding. No cared about extinct organisms from centuries ago. Well, almost no one. Aphrodite found a friend in the ecologist, Velenna. Velenna was also fascinated with the living organisms of the past, and of the many unique ways they interacted and grew with each other. The two became close friends and "lab" partners. I say "lab" because ecology was not a respected or accepted profession, for all there was to discuss about ecology were the rocks, the sand, the metal, and the one-in-a-lifetime appearance of a bug. The two found mockery and scorn wherever they went. Aphrodite quickly developed a thick skin and kept to her passions. Velenna was much more... open with her reactions. Regardless, the two kept each other up, and would continue to try to study ecology.

Eventually, the two of them were able to get a lab and resources. Using the studies and knowledge of the human archive. The two developed special chemical compounds in spray form. A fertilizer and a herbicide. (Although, Velenna did most of the work on the herbicide as Aphrodite went out of her way to avoid working on that one.) They also developed sprayers and auto-fumigators as well. Proud of their achievements, the two attempted to show off their inventions and research. They were always dismissed, as: there was nothing to use the inventions on; and, there was no guarantee they would work as they couldn't have possibly tested them on any plantlife. For once, Aphrodite agreed with her critics. There was no guarantee that the inventions would work, to do that, she needed to find a real plant.

Aphrodite grabbed her tank of fertilizer and prepared to set off across the globe in search of a plant. Unfortunately, that would mean saying goodbye to Velenna. At this point, Velenna was starting to doubt the worth and value of her passions, and was considering setting her sights elsewhere. The two shared their heartfelt goodbyes, and split ways.

Aphrodite traveled the globe in search of plantlife. She went to every Haven, every city, and every town. She even hitched rides with Outlanders. Unfortunately, she still received the mockery and scorn of those who met her, and she didn't have Velenna to tell them off or cheer her up.

She reached the final destination of her journey, Haven 2, defeated. She had failed. She searched everywhere. No rock or cave was left unturned in the outlands. And yet, all her attempts were leafless (nevermind fruitless). She was all alone, with nothing to show for it.

And then in an instant, everything changed.

Stalks burst up through the ground. Vines ensnared and constricted buildings. Bots were torn limb from limb by roots. Flowers engulfed. Leafs slammed. Thorns punctured. The world was turned upside down.

And it was beautiful.

Aphrodite was in bliss. So many beautiful and powerful plants, all in one place. New species the likes that had never been seen before. Everything she wanted and desired was surrounding her in abundance. It was heavenly.

After a few minutes of basking in the beauty of plants, she remembered what she was trying to do. She searched through the carnage and found a small swarm of sproutlings fighting with Haven 2's militia. She got close towards a singular sproutling and sprayed. The result was better than imagined. The sproutling grew to gigantic proportions. The roots became sturdier and thicker. More petals encircled the head. Strong, weighty leaf-limbs grew from the Mega-Sproutling's stem. The Mega-Sproutling flexed them, before punching a militia member and instantly shattering them. It then tore through the rest of the militia soldiers.

Aphrodite was jumping with joy and kicking her feet and dancing. All her passions and dreams and hardwork had finally come to fruition.

A roar sounded behind her. A humongous ball of vines stood behind her. The vines moved and bended like snakes, with a pair forming a crude mouth with thorny teeth. The ball roared once again, and started to roll towards her, with no sign of stopping. She ran as fast as she could. Scraping around the buildings swallowed by plant-life. She ran into a dead end. The overgrown alley was blocked off by huge blades of grass, with the only exit being the ball of vines right behind her. Aphrodite winced and shut her eyes.

A slash rung through the Haven.

Aphrodite opened her eyes to see the ball split in half, and another bot standing right in front of her. She was tall and lanky. She turned her blades back into hands. From behind the sliced vines, three more bots approached. One was a large spherical body with a shiny circle on the front. The other had a wavy cloak and a staff that had a bend on the end. The bot in front of both was the biggest. He had a cube body that was rounded on the bottom. Dozens of plants sprouted from the top of him. As he walked through the cut ball, he stopped and caressed it. He sighed, before continuing to approach Aphrodite.

"I saw how you enhanced that sproutling. Very impressive."

"Thank you. Wh- who are you?"

"We are The Gardeners. A group dedicated to the proliferation of nature."

Aphrodite glanced at the lanky bot. "Then why did you cut down those vines?"

The pot bot sighs. "When tending a garden, it is important for all the plants to get the resources they need. No plant is allowed to take more from others. When this occurs, pruning is necessary." His eyes are elsewhere. He escapes. He refocuses on Aphrodite. "Tell me, what is that concoction you use."

Aphrodite clenches her sprayer to her chest. "It's a fertilizer. I based it off human formulas, but clearly it's much more powerful then theirs." She smiled a bit.

"I see, and what made you create such a concoction?"

Aphrodite holds out her sprayer and stares at it. "I've just always loved plants. They're so beautiful. So peaceful. So.. so..."

"Divine."

"Yes! Exactly!" Aphrodite's smile beams.

The pot bot stares at her, examining. "We could use someone with your talents on our team. Join us. And you will see beauty and nature untold."

Aphrodite stares at her sprayer. She could see the green fluids ready to be unleashed. She looks up at the sky. Green tendrils fill the air. Flowers fill the winds. She looks at the pot bot. "I accept."

"Excellent." He says, life flowing through his voice. "Together we will make this world flourish."

Additional Notes

One thing I want to make absolutely clear. The Gardeners are not behind anything. They aren't controlling the scenes. They aren't organizing attacks. They didn't orchestrate the fall of Haven 2 (though one of them was really happy to see it happen). The Gardeners are merely a supportive force. They are helping the Plantoids with their goal. Not the other way around. They're like if Talon actually believed in Null Sector.

For Aphrodite's appearance, I believe you, @purplekoop, wanted to revamp Velenna's design. If so, perhaps you could tweak her old design to fit Aphrodite.

In the present, Aphrodite has a massive crush on Arber. The in-universe reason is because he's half plant (obviously). The out-of-universe explanation is because you said that Velenna really hates Arber, so I thought Aphrodite's crush would be funny and another way to make them direct opposites.

I will do the other member's of The Gardeners later. I got homework due tomorrow and it is currently 11:50 where I'm at. yippe.

The Gardeners are not intended to be playable characters. This is because I didn't want to break your rule of having all characters be playable for the missions (and they can't be for obvious reasons) and also because I didn't want to go through the effort of making movesets. Instead, perhaps The Gardeners can serve as boss battles. I will elaborate in a future post.

Thank you for your time.

[forgingecgs]

a hypothetical scenario if the crew had a backyard and had a mole infestation and how each one of them would deal wtih that: Droog: first thing he considers is using various chemicals to dispose of the disgusting pest. finally settles on smoking the mole out. Boxcars: tells Droog that he cant just pour acid into the ground. also hes the one who tends the plants. overall he doesn't mind the invader. Slick: immediately says to dig the rat out, after some consideration says to wait till it emerges to the surface in the night, goes on rambling about their watch schedules and stupid animals. from that point on his mind is occupied with thoughts of tunnels underneath their yard and above their hideout and the mole moving through them. Deuce: expresses concern for the mole upon hearing the other members' strategies, then offers to drop the dynamite into the mole hill. after Boxcars' intervention he proposes to think like the mole and to lure it out with it's favourite treats. he starts assisting Slick by working out the plan.

While Droog and Boxcars spend s couple days driving around every store in the city looking for fumigants Slick and Deuce put the plan into action. the following events play out like a cartoon about one character trying to catch the onther who's constantly getting away and the former ending up in embarrassing situations. Deuce feels secretly relieved when the invader avoids death and Slick cant stop going on about brainless animals whenever their efforts turn out futile. but he would never admit that deep down he starts to feel some respect for the creature's guile. he finally catches the mole when it comes out by leaping onto it and they tumble on the lawn as he holds the mole in both hands. The mole bites his feeling hand and he screams YOU HUGE BITCH!!! at it. then he notices the mole inches away from his face and Droog comes back saying that they'll just use exhaust fumes then he says "good job" and swiftly deals with the mole using his Cuestick

[talonabraxas]

Moon: Astrology, Magick, Healing, Herbs & Minerals

Planetary Correspondences of the Moon

The energy of the moon is tidal and watery, bringing to mind our deepest dreams, thoughts and emotions and its cyclical nature honors the cycles of our lives and our bodies. The moon shines its light through the darkness to reveal secrets, even those we keep from ourselves.

The moon’s metal is silver.

Stones that correspond to the energy of the moon tend to be white and/or luminescent. moonstone, pearl, white quartz and white or clear crystal spheres.

Lunar Herbs

Lunar herbs tend to be juicy and lightly sweet and with a sweet (sometimes cloying) fragrance. Either they produce watery fruits, or they have succulent leaves or both.

Many moon herbs help to balance hormones, relieve mild pain and/or gently induce sleep. Many moon plants open at night and close during the day or release their scent at night to attract nocturnal pollinators. Moon plants often grow near water.

White or silvery plants tend to correspond to lunar energy and sometimes these plants bear the mark of the moon even more strongly (see the doctrine of signatures).

Here’s a list:

moonflower, lotus, Evening Primrose, Night Jasmine, cucumber, melon, bitter melon, almond, agave, moonwort, milkweed, passionflower(sedative), mallow, Willow(pain), poppy (sedative, pain relief), Gooseberry, Goat’s beard, Mugwort, Wild Yam(hormones), Iris Lunar Fragrances- Incense, Oils and Fumigation Herbs Almond, clary sage, Orris root

Astral spaces : portals into the multiverse. Talon Abraxas