#use of camphor

[no-psi-nan]

This is definitely a normal amount of research to do for 1-2 throwaway lines in a fanfic at 1 am.

[snarp]

The true purpose of Creed Aventus is to temper the aggression of "botanical warming salve" that went too heavy on the essential oils

[july-19th-club]

i want to fucking shove cayenne pepper up my nose HELP GIRL CONGESTION!!!!!

[pencilium]

Quick note: About half of the essential oil poisonings in Australia are from Eucalyptus Oil- and there have been a fair few thousand of those since 2014.

Approximately 2ml of oil is enough to poison your average twelve year old. Three drops is enough to kill a baby. And because it can be absorbed through the skin, kids are much more prone to absorb relatively higher quantities of oil compared to their weight.

Products that contain eucalyptus oil use it in incredibly low quantities- the point you have to make products in builk to even get the ingredient in.

Here's Bosisto's Eucalyptus Oil. It's recommended that using it with children you should dilute it into carrier oil at a ratio of 1:10 before adding 20 drops to water. Which works out to adding about 0.1ml of oil to a bowl of water before exposing your child to it.

Oh my god, food extract is not the same as an essential oil.

Food extract is the flavoring of something cooked down into a carrier oil or alcohol that is safe for human ingestion.

Essential oil is the pure extract of the plant refined down and distilled for concentrated medicinal purposes to a significantly higher strength than simply adding ground up mint leaves to your water. The two are not comparable in any way.

Cinnamon extract and cinnamon essential oil are not the same thing.

One is about 100 times the strength of the other and can also cause acute organ failure. I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the food extract.

Sweet gods I’m not trying to be mean, I want you to be aware and safe and stop putting yourselves and others at risk. Please.

[genderkoolaid]

Frustrated that people continued to consume so much alcohol even after it was banned, federal officials had decided to try a different kind of enforcement. They ordered the poisoning of industrial alcohols manufactured in the United States, products regularly stolen by bootleggers and resold as drinkable spirits. The idea was to scare people into giving up illicit drinking. Instead, by the time Prohibition ended in 1933, the federal poisoning program, by some estimates, had killed at least 10,000 people. [...] By mid-1927, the new denaturing formulas included some notable poisons—kerosene and brucine (a plant alkaloid closely related to strychnine), gasoline, benzene, cadmium, iodine, zinc, mercury salts, nicotine, ether, formaldehyde, chloroform, camphor, carbolic acid, quinine, and acetone. The Treasury Department also demanded more methyl alcohol be added—up to 10 percent of total product. It was the last that proved most deadly. The results were immediate, starting with that horrific holiday body count in the closing days of 1926. Public health officials responded with shock. “The government knows it is not stopping drinking by putting poison in alcohol,” New York City medical examiner Charles Norris said at a hastily organized press conference. “[Y]et it continues its poisoning processes, heedless of the fact that people determined to drink are daily absorbing that poison. Knowing this to be true, the United States government must be charged with the moral responsibility for the deaths that poisoned liquor causes, although it cannot be held legally responsible.” His department issued warnings to citizens, detailing the dangers in whiskey circulating in the city: “[P]ractically all the liquor that is sold in New York today is toxic,” read one 1928 alert. He publicized every death by alcohol poisoning. He assigned his toxicologist, Alexander Gettler, to analyze confiscated whiskey for poisons—that long list of toxic materials I cited came in part from studies done by the New York City medical examiner’s office. Norris also condemned the federal program for its disproportionate effect on the country’s poorest residents. Wealthy people, he pointed out, could afford the best whiskey available. Most of those sickened and dying were those “who cannot afford expensive protection and deal in low grade stuff.” And the numbers were not trivial. In 1926, in New York City, 1,200 were sickened by poisonous alcohol; 400 died. The following year, deaths climbed to 700. These numbers were repeated in cities around the country as public-health officials nationwide joined in the angry clamor. Furious anti-Prohibition legislators pushed for a halt in the use of lethal chemistry. “Only one possessing the instincts of a wild beast would desire to kill or make blind the man who takes a drink of liquor, even if he purchased it from one violating the Prohibition statutes,” proclaimed Sen. James Reed of Missouri.

This isn't particularly relevant to anything specific. I just wanted to remind everyone this is something the US government did.

[jeevanjali]

Benefits Of Camphor: पूजा करते समय क्यों जलाया जाता है कपूर,जानिए इसके पीछे की वजह Benefits Of Camphor: हिंदू धर्म में पूजा-पाठ करते समय कई तरह की सामग्रियों का इस्तेमाल किया जाता है। हर सामग्री का अपना-अपना धार्मिक महत्व होता है। इसी तरह पूजा में आरती करते समय घी के दीपक के साथ कपूर भी जलाया जाता है।

[gangotricamphor]

[thecupidwitch]

Moon Magick

What Is A Moon Magick?

In many cultures around the world, practitioners have used the position of the moon, as well as the phases of the moon in their practice. Each phase of the moon is perfect for certain types of magickal workings. Not all witches depend on the particular moon phase. Many develop their own methods and techniques through trial and error to find out what works best. Those that do use the timing of the moon do so by choosing the moon phase most conducive to their magickal workings. This gives their magickal workings some extra lunar energy boost.

Correspondences:

Associated deities: Isis, Diana, Artemis, Morrigan, Holda, Nyx, Nephtys, Sedna, Lilith, baba, Yaga, Kali, Aphrodite, Freya, Ishtr, Hathor, Selena, Oshun, Perspephone, Flora, Cerridwen, Gaia, Epona, Yemanja, Rhiannon, Khonsu, Inanna, Hecate, ...ect

Animals: owls, rabbits, wolves, deer, cats, moths, bats, spiders, raccoons, opossum, cows, frogs, dogs, crabs, whippoorwill, panther

Crystals/Stones: moonstone, selenite, obsidian, silver, mother-of-pearl, aquamarine, gold beryl, topaz, emerald, clear quartz, coral, pearls

Moon Associations: Shadow work, Protection, Meditation, Journaling, Introspection, Strength , Love, Beauty, Manifesting, To attract new things, Purification, Letting go, celebrate your accomplishments, letting go, goal setting, banishing

Plants and Herbs: vervain, moonflower, jasmine, lemon balm, cabbage, camellia, camphor, chickweed, moonwort, gardenia, grape, lemon, passion flower, turnip, potato, pea, cucumber, pear, peach, willow, poppy, mountain ash, mango, wallflower, rowan, cactus

Moon Phases

New Moon

This is the crescent Moon when see the first peak of light, this is a time of newness, the beginning of relationships, the beginning of a new venture, the energy of this phase promotes new beginnings on any level. This is the time for change and for being open to, and looking for new opportunities, tilling the soil and planting seeds actually, and the seeds of ideas.

Waxing Moon

The Moon is beginning to gain strength as it grows in size, and goes from a new to a full Moon, this is a perfect time for growth and increasing things, growth within a relationship, financial growth, a time for learning and gaining knowledge.

If someone is thinking about pregnancy, this is a time of fertility, and it is an exceptional time for communication, in a business matter, or within a relationship. This is also an auspicious time for any legal matters, especially those where finances are concerned, if a healing spell, or healing of any type is needed, this is the time.

Waxing Gibbous

During the phase of the Gibbous Waxing Moon anything to do with increase is compatible; this is a good time for minor magic as the lunar energy is waning.

Full Moon

The full Moon is the most powerful phase, this is when the Moon is seen in its glorious fullness, this is a time of enlightenment and heightened psychic awareness. It is a time when everything comes together, it is a time of ideas, also a time of commitment, to a person, idea or project. It is also a time of family, and or friends coming together, any spell is well aspected during this phase of the Moon.

Waning Gibbous

The Waning Gibbous Moon  is suitable for rituals associated with letting go, and banishing,  if it is time to clear out the old and prepare for the new, this is the Moon phase to spell craft with.

Waning Moon

As the Moon decreases in size, it goes from full to dark, and this is a time of letting go, it is also a time of completion. If you have been wanting to change something in your life, this is the perfect time.

It is also a time of ending anything that doesn’t work in your life, this may be a habit, a relationship, or paying attention to issues  associated with legal matters, this is a time to pay attention to anything that you have been procrastinating about

Moon Water

Moon water is very similar to Sun water. But rather than being charged by the sun, it’s charged by the moon. Moon water can be useful for helping boost the energy of a spell, to help an intention grow, protect and to cleanse a space.

Instructions:

Get a glass bottle

Fill it with any type of water.

Leave the bottle with water out in the moonlight for a whole night.

[mylove-iv]

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ red tiger balm .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ narumi gen x fem, physical therapist! reader ɞ

synopsis: during a joint training conference between the first and third divisions, many notice how captain narumi gen seems to have fallen head over heels for you but what they don't catch is that you both smell like spiced mint, cinnamon, and clove.

genres: fluff, romance.

content warnings: profane language (it's gen duh).

word count: 1.1k words.

author's note: inspired by my love for the warm scent of red tiger balm and how much i love narumi gen ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Narumi Gen smells of spiced mint, cinnamon, and clove.

It’s a subtle warm medicinal smell that clears one’s nose when Narumi walks past or when one stands near him.

Some days, it’s faint and nearly indistinguishable but whenever Tuesday rolls around and their Captain returns from his off-base day off, the same spicy camphor scent never fails to make a full return subtly with its strong aroma sticking closely to Japan’s Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant.

It’s become a running gag within the first division that Narumi’s part-time job during the colder seasons where runny and stuffy noses are at an all time high is being everyone’s Vick’s vapor rub.

But one winter’s Monday morning, kaiju alarms ring throughout Tokyo and many bear witness to the palpable irritation on Narumi Gen’s face as he arrives on base.

Amid the smoke and ash lingering through the air, those working directly with the Captain note the unusual absence of the scent of spiced mint, cinnamon, and clove that Narumi normally smells of. 

Another thing many officers of the First Division also notice is that along with the aroma’s absence is that it goes hand in hand with Narumi’s intensified impatience and snark as he barked harsh order after harsh order.

Many are unsure on which cologne, balm, or hell, even perfume the First Division’s Captain uses to attain such a fresh and warm scent yet none dare ask their quick-tempered Captain.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

When the joint training conference between the First and Third Division rolls around at the Tachikawa base, it doesn’t take long for platoon leaders and a few officers of the First Division to catch onto how their Captain’s soft currant red eyes seems to latch onto you, the Third Division’s resident physical therapist.

Members of both divisions soon bear witness to how Narumi’s gaze always seems to be searching for you and how they soften whenever you enter the same room he was in. 

They also don’t miss how he always seems to be at a loss of words whenever you speak to him, a gentle yet sweet smile on your face as you ask him if his shoulder is still tight and how much adoration fills his usually tired eyes whenever he's in your presence.

It then clicks to many that Narumi Gen, Captain of the first Division and Japan’s strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant, has a big fat crush on the Third Division’s physical therapist.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

With Narumi’s constant visits to you under the guise of tight muscles and achy limbs, it’s become routine for Hoshina to tease him relentlessly.

You’ve just finished sanitizing your therapy table when a soft knock rasps itself against the wood of your office door.

Humming a sweet ‘come in,’ your irises meet soft currant red ones and a honeyed smile is tugging at your lips when you see Captain Narumi in your doorway.

“Captain Narumi,” Your voice is a bit breathy due to your fumble of pausing at the sight of him but he’s entranced nonetheless. “How can I help you?”

It takes him an embarrassing moment to formulate a response to your question but he quickly rasps out, “My wrist is actin’ up again.”

Worry floods your eyes and Narumi savors how your eyes trail from his own down his body and to his right wrist.

It’s greedy of him to watch eagerly how your teeth sinks into your bottom lip in concern but a pang of disappointment tinges his chest as your eyes move off his body and to his left.

He follows your gaze silently and Narumi doesn’t bother hiding the pure indignation on his face when his eyes meet deep wine red ones.

Are you fucking kidding me?

“Narumi, what can I do for ya?” Hoshina’s grin widens as Narumi’s eyes stretches open when that bowl-cut jerk sits himself in front of you—infuriatingly close—on the therapy table.

Your eyes look apologetic enough to soothe the jealousy raging in Narumi, “I’m sorry Captain Narumi but Vice-Captain Hoshina has an appointment with me currently.”

Hoshina 1, Narumi 0.

He feels like a kicked puppy. “But please wait, I’ll take you in after treating Vice Captain Hoshina.” You words have him perking up, a small lovesick grin tugging at his face before he’s padding out your door, not before sparing a withering glare towards Hoshina whose grin becomes a bit more teasing.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

After a bit of waiting, your head pops out from your office and Narumi’s chest tightens when you smile oh so sweetly. “Sorry for the wait Cap, but come on in.”

He’s aching to be near you so when you disappear further into your office and Hoshina walks past him, the smell of mint and menthol wafts in his nose.

Narumi’s nose wrinkles at the scent, huffing in distaste causing Hoshina to snicker slightly before the former is shutting the door and seating himself onto your therapy table, thighs spreading slightly as you set yourself between them. 

“It’s your shoulder again, hm?” You murmur softly, fingers tweaking the muscle beneath his clavicle, feeling how tight they were before moving a bit further up, causing Narumi to wince gently.

“Mh.” Narumi hums as his eyes flutter to a close, basking in your warmth as he enjoys the the smell of spiced mint, cinnamon, and clove permeating through your office space.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The week-long joint training conference draws to a close and many, especially those of the First Division, have gotten sick and tired of the longing glances their Captain continuously throws at you.

He hasn’t even made a move on you yet for fuck’s sake! Many groan in their heads as both division Captains and Vice Captains salute to each other as a thanks.

You stand beside your division Captain, Ashiro Mina, with a gentle smile on your face and many hold their breath when Narumi takes a step towards you.

Please make a move! Officers of both divisions pray before they watch with a bated breath when Narumi takes your hand sweetly, placing a gentle kiss atop your knuckles as your cheeks tint pink.

Jaws then drop as Narumi’s other hand trails along your jaw before taking your chin and pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

It’s takes way too long before someone reacts. “Narumi, get yer damn lips off my pt!” Hoshina hollers, disbelief lining his features as his eyes are wide open in shock.

“What?” The mentioned captain grunts, eyes glaring at the said man as his next words leaves everyone speechless.

Cause who would've thought that Narumi Gen has the balls to-

“Is it so wrong to kiss my wife?” Narumi snarks causing an uproar between both divisions as you laugh sweetly, forcing his eyes to latch onto your pretty face as enamored expression settles itself on his face when you look up at him so lovingly.

Fuck, my wife is so pretty! Narumi finds himself thinking like the lovesick fool he is for you.

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tiktok, instagram, and/or any other websites/platforms.

[thanatika]

The Bachelor's Pharmacy

I made a list of all of the metabolism-affecting consumables I could find in the Quarantine game files. @humancork was asking to see this, but I'll put it in the tag in case anyone else wants to see.

Stimulants (Increase Mania/Decrease Apathy):

Camphor Stimulant, a rubefacient. Causes irritation, just like everything in this damned place.

Coffee   Coffee is imported from overseas, so I must conserve my supply. Besides, the delivery of goods to the town is delayed, so the price of coffee can be outrageous. Addictive, with each use, the effect becomes weaker.

Adrenaline (Called "Stimpack" in game files) A hormone produced in the adrenal glands as a response to stress. When administered, it activates the body's fight or flight response. In my case, it increases running speed.

Strychnine A poison. Which is the same as medicine. Invigorating in small doses. Addictive. With each use, the effect becomes weaker.

Concentrated strychnine   The word repulsive doesn't even begin to describe its taste, especially in such a dosage, but it clears your mind like nothing else. You can't become addicted to it, even if you want to.

Tobacco It is believed that cigarettes have a calming effect, but in fact nicotine is a stimulant. Addictive. With each use, the effect becomes weaker.

Taurine Taurine is extracted from ox bile—perfectly fitting for a town built on bulls. It stimulates the nervous system and supports energy processes in the body.

Depressants (Increase Apathy/Decrease Mania):

Bromide Increases inhibition in the cerebral cortex. In other words, dulls the brain. Sometimes that's exactly what I need.

Etorphine A powerful analgesic. An overdose can lead to sudden feebleness or even death.

Morphine Relieves any pain, both physical and mental. In return, it asks only for your sharpness of thought. Many people take that deal. Addictive. With each use, the effect becomes weaker.

Refined morphine   Strong, robust. Each time it hits you like the first one. However, it's very rare. Use with caution to avoid overdose.

Valerian extract   Sedative. Sometimes even Bachelor Dankovsky drinks valerian extract, just like his grandmother used to.   [Alt: Sedative. Can't go wrong with valerian.]

Other:

 Dankovsky's special (Called "BachelorBrew" in game files, lol) A remedy I made myself. When administered, it allows the body to postpone any current pain and spread it out over time for approximately [Y] seconds. Unlike morphine, this drug doesn’t inhibit the psyche or cause apathy.

Makeshift tonic pill (Called "Craft_Pill_Apat" in game files) Partially mitigates the negative effects of apathy. Effectiveness unknown.

Makeshift stress relief pill (Called "Craft_Pill_Psycho" in game files) Partially mitigates the negative effects of stress. Effectiveness unknown.

Twyrine (Called "Tvirin" in game files, no description)

Swevery extract Serves as a natural tonic. It would be good to cultivate the local herbs...

White Whip toxin The White Whip an endemic species of the Gorhon Steppes. Contains a poison that, in its pure form, is lethal. There have been known cases of murders involving its use.

[templeofelysium]

hekate: a history

hihi!! recently my friend expressed interest in learning more about hekate and I thought that I could do some research and put it into a post. I have an altar to her but I don't necessarily commune with her often, and I didnt know as much of her lore as I probably should've. let me know if there's another deity yall would like me to do another deep dive on. i will link the sources that i used at the very end!

Domain: magic, witchcraft, the night, the moon, ghosts, crossroads, boundaries, herbalism and necromancy. she ruled over sky, earth, and sea, and was often venerated as a part of the household deities. she is widely respected and revered, even by the other gods

Parentage: Perses, titan of destruction and known for his great wisdom; Asteria, titaness of falling stars and nighttime divination

Important Imagery:

-she is often depicted holding two torches, a key, a dagger, or snakes -her familiars include a dog--the Queen Hecuba who committed suicide or was received as Odysseus' consort after the fall of Troy--and a polecat (like a ferret)--or the midwife Galinthias who was transformed by the goddess Eileithyia -she was often given three heads or three bodies -her arrival is often preceded by the howling of dogs -she is sometimes shown flanked by lions or (multiple) dogs -in some depictions she will have an animal head, including anything from a cow, dog, boar, serpent, or horse -wheels and caves

Associated Offerings: garlic, cypress, oak, aconite, belladonna, dittany, mandrake, yew

Other Offerings: the typical historical offerings like myrrh and frankincense, wine, and barley. eggs or eggshells (cleansing, protection), black salt (protection from spirits), chocolate (underworld), coffee (underworld), lavender or cedar or sage (cleansing, magic), asphodel (underworld), black pepper (banishing, protection), camphor (dreams, psychic divination), clove (exorcism, wealth). evil eyes if its not cultural appropriation for you to use them. then of course keys, mirrors, bones, imagery of deceased, triquetra, jewelry or magic items like

Crystals: obsidian, smokey quartz, black tourmaline, black moonstone, lapis lazuli, amethyst, labradorite, jaspers (especially dalmation or star), howlite, opal, angelite, celestite, lepidolite, larimar, aventurine, citrine, malachite, jade, blue calcite, gems, gold/silver

Associated Holiday: Hekate's Deipnon (which I covered in my last post)

Lore:

-In Hesiod's Theogony he describes Hekate allying with Zeus against the Titans and how "Zeus the son of Kronos (Cronus) honored [her] above all. He gave her splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea." -In the Homeric Hymns Hekate is described as a close companion of Persephone, as she (along with Hermes) helped deliver her back to Demeter after her capture by Hades -During the Deipnon she is said to lead the souls of the restless dead out of Hades during the night and must be placated with offerings -Hekate is also seen as a kourotrophos (probably because of her association with Eileithyia and Artemis), or protector of children, and is often invoked as such -Hekate is often seen as Medea's (from Jason and the Argonauts) patroness and the one who advised her of what to do to get over Aeetes' trials -Sometimes she is considered the mother of Circe and Medea

Epithets: (used like a surname to call upon her different aspects)

-Perseis: destroyer (after her father) -Aionios: eternal, ever-flowing -Apotropaia: the one that protects -Brimo: angry, terrible one -Indalimos: the beautiful -Aidonaia/Chthonia: of the underworld -Propolos: who serves -Soteira: savior -Trimorphis: three-formed -Trioditis: off the cross roads/three-way -Enodia: of the way/road -Propulaia: before the gate -Nyktipolos: night wandering -Phosphoros: light bringing -Atalos: tender, delicate -Kourotrophos: nurse of the young -Skylakagetis: leader of the dogs -Kleidouchos: holder of keys (of Hades) -Liparokredemnos: bright-coiffed -Anassa eneroi: queen of those below

Things That Are Probably Neopagan But I Can't Tell:

-Hekate being seen as a maiden-mother-crone triple goddess -Hekate's wheel symbol

Sources:

theoi.com

wikipedia on hekate

wikipedia on the deipnon

wikipedia on kourotrophos

some ancient greek holidays

hekate: a history

[ozarkdirtwitch]

Tajin for Protection

Protection powders and potions are common across many cultures. My own mentor taught me a very simple recipe:

Something Hot

Something Sour

Salt

An Enhancer

Tajin has all three base ingredients! The best thing is it is cheap, easily accessible, and you can use the bottle as part of your working.

A Note about Enhancers

Enhancers are added to make the working more potent. In general, they can be divided into a few groups:

Herbs and powders to increase potency. This usually involves ingredients such as asafoetida, camphor, cedar, or yarrow.

Items to tie it to a specific person/spirit

Items to specialize the powder. If you want someone to go away and also not talk about you, you might add something to sweeten their speech.

In my next post, I will have a recipe and ritual for House Protection Ointment, my own personal blend that I use on the corners, windows, and doors as an all purpose protective spell for our home.

[itadoraki]

Poison and Eternity.

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Lilia Vanrouge x R.femele ( Healer )

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In the heart of the ancient forest, hidden among immortal trees, there was a residence made of dark stone, moss and rare flowers. There lived Lilia Vanrouge, the former general of the fairy race, and his wife - a woman with a silent walk, half-closed eyes and fingers stained by natural pigments, resins and substances that few dared to touch.

She was discreet, with a low voice, with a serene expression... but her gaze always seemed to analyze everything around her. Amber glass bottles, wooden cases with scalpels, roots drying in the sun - their home was also a living laboratory, where the smell of sandalwood and poison mixed.

That night, Lilia was returning from a diplomatic mission. When he got home, he saw that the room was dark, except for a lamp on the floor. The orange light flickered on the stone walls. He knew what it meant: she was in the basement - her underground workshop, where she created her medicines... and her poisons.

He went down the stairs with light steps. In the background, the glass tinkling and the sound of a mortar grinding something with precision.

There she was - hair caught with carelessness, eyes focused, stirring a turquoise substance. An acid and floral perfume floated in the air. She didn't even look when he came in.

- "Did you inhale blue fog smoke today?" - she asked, without taking her eyes off the crucible.

- "Good night to you too, my dear," Lilia replied with a crooked smile. "No, I didn't inhale. But a border guard was using poisonous hibiscus incense. Do you feel from here?"

- "Of course. It's in your hair. There is a metallic note after the sweet base." She finally raised her eyes. "Do you feel dizzy?"

- "The only dizziness I feel is for looking at you like that. So focused."

She sighed, but a subtle curve appeared on her lips.

- "Sit Do It. I'm going to make an amber stone tea with golden grass root. It will clean up any remnants in your system."

He obeyed, sitting on one of the low benches. He watched her silently as she lit another flame, stirred the herbs and added drops with a glass syringe.

She was absolutely fascinating.

The logical coldness. The almost cruel precision. And yet... her gestures when taking care of him were full of disguised tenderness. It was as if each clinical touch hid an affection, and Lilia - with all her experience - knew how to decipher each one.

- "Do you treat me as if I were a patient... or a guinea pig?" - he teased.

She put the cup in front of him and replied, dry:

- "You've been both."

He laughed out loud. That woman, so calm and sharp, was all that intrigued him. I never knew if she healed him to save him... or to be able to hurt him again more precisely later.

But the truth was different.

That night, after tea, she took him to the room. As he lay down, she sat next to him, began to pass a balm on his temples - a mixture of pine oil, camphor and dry dragon blood. His touch was firm and technical, but he noticed the hidden softness.

- "Why do you care so much about me?" - he whispered, with his eyes closed.

She was slow to answer. So I said, low:

- "Because you're the only immortal idiot who's not afraid of me. Who doesn't think I'm a poisonous witch. Who looks at me as if... I were something else."

Lilia opened her eyes. He pulled her lightly by the hand.

- "You are the antidote to my eternity, y/n."

She redd. Not out of vanity, but because... I didn't know how to deal with emotion. With delivery. With someone who read all his layers without fear.

- "I could kill you with a drop of what I kept today," she whispered.

- "And I would leave it. As long as it was in your arms."

She laughed - short, dry, but real. She leaned over, and kissed him on the lips, with precision and control. As if it dosed one's own passion as a rare elixir.

⸻

The next morning, she left a tray in the room. Black petal tea, a digestive infusion, and a ticket:

"If you want to live another 300 years, stop touching plants you don't know. - Your personal doctor who also loves you."

He kept the note in his cloak pocket.

And he thought, smiling:

"If love is a poison, then I want to die of it every day."

———————Comic moment ———————

It was a peaceful morning in the forest where they lived. The birds sang with harmony, the sun heated the garden and the scent of wildflowers spread smoothly...

...Until a "LILIAAAAA!" Echoed from the underground workshop.

The elf sighed, closing the book he was reading on the balcony. He knew something was about to happen. With his serene expression, he got up and went down the stairs.

There she was - six months pregnant, slightly rounded belly under the apron, a glass bottle in her hand and a look too innocent to be true.

- "Can I know what you're doing, my adorable immune system destroyer?" - he asked, crossing his arms.

- "Testing an infusion of beladonna with dry mandrake. Natural soothing, it can be useful in childbirth."

- "YOU'RE PREGNANT," he exclaimed with a nervous laugh, approaching quickly. "And the last time you tested beladonna, you had hallucinations and confused me with a French gargoyle!"

- "I knew it wasn't a French gargoyle... gargoyles don't have such beautiful teeth," she replied, holding the bottle tighter. "But I'm fine! I have gloves, a mask, and the baby is isolated from direct contact."

- "THE BABY IS NOT POISON-PROOF! AND YOU ARE CARRYING MY SON - OR DAUGHTER - NOT A MINI-ALCHEMIST WITH TOXIC RESISTANCE!" - he took the bottle from her hands as if it were a bomb, carefully taking it to a high shelf, out of the reach of any pregnant woman with dangerous ideas.

She crossed her arms.

- "This is academic oppression against pregnant scientists."

- "This is emotional self-preservation of a father who doesn't want to see his child's mother fainted because he decided to smell estramonium in the second trimester!"

She snorted and turned around, grumbling. But he noticed: she dragged her feet more slowly than usual.

- "Are you feeling something?" - he asked with sudden concern.

- "Just tiredness," she admitted, already sitting down. "And hunger. Very hungry. And I want to lick a salt stone."

Lilia sighed deeply. He took a blanket and covered her shoulders, kneeling in front of her.

- "Stay here. I'll make the right tea, prepare food and hide ALL the toxins you may want to use as a seasoning."

She smiled from the corner, kind of defeated.

- "You're spoiling me as if I were glass."

- "You are more precious than any bottle in this workshop. And if you keep trying to poison the baby, I'll lock you in the greenhouse of aromatic herbs and force you to grow only chamomile."

She widened her eyes in horror.

- "You wouldn't dare."

- "Do you want to try?" He replied, with a provocative smile.

⸻

Later, she was lying on the sofa in the living room, with a hot compress on her lower back and a parchment on herbal formulas for newborns.

Lilia came up with a tray: rice porridge with black sesame, mint tea and... a pink Himalayan salt stone.

She arched an eyebrow.

- "Are you trying to seduce me with mineral salts?"

- "I'm trying to distract you from the idea of injecting mugwort into the vein," he said, kissing his forehead.

She settled better.

- "The baby will be born with a brain bent from so much knowledge."

- "Or with a stressed father and a mother who refuses to respect the limits of obstetric science," he replied affectionately.

She let out a short laugh and nested in him.

- "But you love me."

- "As if I had been poisoned by you at first glance."

He kissed your belly. He closed his eyes, as if blessing life in there.

- "Little alchemist... please inherit your mother's intelligence... but not stubbornness."

And there they were: the former immortal general, the rebellious pregnant healer, and the most promising - and potentially dangerous - baby in the forest.

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It was a mild morning in the fairy forest. The golden light filtered through the high leaves, and the breeze danced like music through the branches.

In the side courtyard of the mossy stone house, two children played on a linen towel stretched out on the floor. The boy - with dark hair and sparkling violet eyes - seriously observed a row of plants. Next to him, his twin sister - freckles on her nose, analytical expression, and a ribbon bow tied crooked in her hair - wrote something down in a handmade notebook.

And sitting in front of the two, with the calm elegance of those who manipulate poisons while preparing tea, there was her - the mother. Healer, scientist, and now... domestic educator of the most dangerous duo of small botanical prodigies that Twisted Wonderland would never see.

She held a yellowish sheet between her fingers with thin gloves.

- "This is withered mandrake. Can anyone tell me what she does when she's at this stage?"

The girl raised her hand immediately.

- "Induces deep sleep and can cause mild paralysis if placed under the tongue."

- "Very well, my little flower. And you, Dorian?" - she looked at her son, who frowned.

He answered slowly:

- "If boiled together with black ice petals... it becomes an elixir for bone pain. But you need to neutralize with target lily root before ingesting, or... the person bleeds through his nose until he sleeps."

She smiled with contained pride. The perfect mother for a couple of dangerous geniuses.

And then, Lilia showed up.

- "Good morning, my lovely antidote factory - and my little vegetable terrorists!" - he waved, placing a tray with fruit juice and small cookies. "Snack time!"

- "Dad!" - the two twins ran to him. Dorian hugged his waist, while Liliane jumped on her father's back with trained skill.

- "We were learning to differentiate plants with a deadly smell!" - she exclaimed excitedly.

- "...I'm so torn between pride and panic," Lilia murmured, taking the two in her lap at the same time with her fairy force.

- "They need to learn. One day they will walk alone in the forest," said the mother, without looking up from the herbarium she was leafing through. "In addition, Dorian has already differentiated weed-mute from ghost-herb just by the smell. This is advanced even for adult apprentices."

- "He also almost stuck his face in a jar of magic opium last week," Lilia replied, pretending indignation. "And Liliane tried to put dancing grass in Professor Trein's porridge..."

- "He complained that he was out of energy. Dancing herre stimulates circulation," replied the girl, shrugging her shoulders.

- "She pulled her mother," Lilia murmured, while taking a sip of her own tea. "How lucky I am..."

⸻

Later that day, the scene continued: the twins with small colored plastic bottles, the mother sitting on the balcony supervising the "practical class" of identification, and Lilia... lying in the hammock, with a cold towel on her forehead, pretending to suffer an emotional collapse.

- "Did you let them play putting together an antidote kit?" He asked out loud, looking at the sky.

- "Yes," she replied without hesitation. "Control, Lilia. You're a former general."

- "I'm a general, yes, but that didn't prepare me to see my six-year-old son say 'Dad, if you drink this without the counteragent you'll vomit for seven hours.'"

- "And yet... you drank it," she said with a little smile on her lips.

Silence.

- "It was apple juice," he murmured, embarrassed.

The twins laughed loudly.

⸻

At night, the four were lying together in the garden, under the starry sky. The twins slept, one on each side of the mother, hugging stuffed animals... with mini bottles tied to the waists "in case of emergency".

Lilia covered everyone with a large blanket and watched her wife for a few seconds.

She caressed Dorian's hair gently, her eyes still attentive to the stars and the breeze.

- "You're creating a pair of dangerous geniuses," he whispered, affectionately.

- "I'm teaching our children how to survive."

- "And dominating the world?"

- "If they want," she replied with a mysterious look.

Lilia kissed her forehead and whispered:

- "You are my chaos... and my healing."

She smiled, and finally relaxed.

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[ohwormwood]

ISAT OCS: concept art dump and notes

Part 0 | Introductions | Concept Art Dump | Ornithomancy | Memes

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i present to you: the archive of isat oc doodles, pieces, and various other visual media that i have amassed over the course of 6 months!

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messy celest ref! fun note: she knows how to do traditional weaving techniques. her belt in my mind is a tablet weave, but i couldn't exactly get the texture right on scale. also don't look at the hands! i got tired!

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haruka concept and the final design! she went though a couple of iterations, but this the one we settled on. you can see the clothes she's wearing under in her sprite comp as well.

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Aega concepts! she is a Giant Woman; she stands at her 7'8''. her body is actually a porcelain ball jointed doll, made before the island nuke to use as a vessel for her within her shrine. her weapon was originally inspired by the bloodborne trick weapons, and could turn from the naginata to a scythe, but that ended up being scrapped because the design was kinda janky. also, she is heavily inspired by the twin sisters from Kubo and the two strings.

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fuyumi concept art! she's haruka's mom– she doesn't show up until postcanon, but she's genuinely one of my favorite characters and her energy is delightful. she's a rock type but specializes as a rather formidable healer.

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other expressions concept art! there are actually 4 in total; aquila (the eagle), monoceros (the qilin), ophiuchus (the turtle and snake), and draco (who is. obviously. a dragon. but i haven't designed him yet). they're heavily inspired by the four holy beasts from a piece of chinese classical literature. typically, the white tiger takes the place of the qilin, but some versions swap the two. these are essentially the divine beasts from breath of the wild, and they each have their own questline, associated party member, and dungeon accordingly. Himawari is connected to Aquila (DEEPLY and extremely lore relevant fact); Haruka to Ophiuchus (inspired by Asclepius, the greek god of medicine); Celest to Monoceros (the qilin is often compared to a unicorn in the west, though they're pretty distinct); and Ori with Draco (even though he's not pictured here, he's a traditional east asian dragon design and carries a massive pearl).

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original fauna i made for worldbuilding and drawing practice.

the eagle is an Okibi Eagle, whose design is a pretty solid mix between a harpy eagle, the golden eagle, white-tailed eagle, and secretary bird. lore-wise, they were used as falconry birds by a few clans, but disappeared after the Island got nuked. Himawari's design is heavily inspired by them (well, vice-versa, but you get the picture).

the butterflies are actually an enemy; they're called Moonflies, and they're part of the stuff that happens once Aega's influence spreads. Their wing scales shed constantly, and when they're breathed in, they cause a potent anesthetic and hallucinogenic effect similar to what Aega's sleep does. They swarm together and, mechanic-wise, perform a similar service to what the Kings Tears do during his fight. Their coloration changes depending on the lunar phase they emerged during. Their design was a mix of the Aega morpho, japanese luna moth, lyretailed phoenix swallowtail, emerald swallowtail, and blue peacock swallowtail.

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gem trees! they're a ka buan adaptation of favor trees; in the lore we've stated that the favor tree concept itself was an Islander tradition that has been so morphed into common life that most places where the Islanders had some impact has some variation of them. the design and function are extremely similar to shinto traditions of marking sacred trees inhabiting kami with shimenawa, as well as shinboku, trees where tags asking for blessings are left for a shrine's kami to fulfill. instead of tags, carved gemstones are used and hung from the branches of trees. some are natural, old-growth trees like camphor trees, but sometimes there are trees constructed with wire to act as a more stable and malleable version.

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(himawari and aega belong to @dasnercaret; orion belongs to @scramblecat; haruka and fuyumi belong to @aquakirb)

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Part 0 | Introductions | Concept Art Dump | Ornithomancy | Memes

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Drakel behind the cut, who asked for omegaverse and is getting “the one where Kryptonians have omegaverse genders, but nobody told Match”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“It doesn't matter if you're useful,” Superman lies to Superboy, but Match isn't Superboy and even degrading isn't stupid enough to believe that. “It matters that you’re here.” 

It absolutely does not, Match already knows, and just tightens his grip on the damn pillow; shoves his face into it harder and wraps his arms around it harder too, shoving his face into the crook of his elbow through it. It’s still soft, and it smells like eucalyptus and camphor and . . . and he’s not sure . . . not sure what . . . 

It smells like–something tangy, something smoky, something bitter, something . . . something . . . 

Match ate a few pieces of a squishy sour candy he couldn’t read the label of once, one of those times he was pretending to be Superboy with Young Justice and they were treating him like they would’ve treated Superboy. It’d tasted–strange. Sweet and sour and something he still can’t say he’d know how to describe. 

The scent that isn’t eucalyptus makes him think of that candy, a little. It also makes him think of what biting into a burnt lemon might taste like, which is the strangest, stupidest thought he’s ever had. But his brain is degrading into genetic slop so of course his thoughts are strange and stupid; of course he’s thinking about stupid and strange things. 

It’s bitter. Smoky. Charcoal and ash and lemon and lime and the burn of sour-sweet candy dissolving in his mouth the first and only time he’d ever tasted it. 

It was Superboy’s favorite, which was the only reason he’d actually eaten any of it, and he supposes was also why he . . . hadn’t minded the taste. But it was unnecessary, and off-rations and off-diet, so he hasn’t tasted it again since that one time. 

Match doesn’t know why he’s thinking about something as stupid and meaningless as candy when he’s actively degrading to death. 

( he’ll never taste anything like it again, once he falls apart into genetic scrap. 

just like it’ll never matter that he happened, either. )

He tastes burnt lemon and smokey lime on the back of his tongue; tastes chalky charcoal and sharp bitterness and a stinging sourness. Like someone set a fucking fruit bowl on fire or something; like something . . . like something . . . 

It seems like something that should smell–bad, somehow. It should smell . . . bad. Shouldn’t it? Burnt fruit and smoke and sourness and charcoal? Shouldn’t that smell–bad, somehow? 

It doesn’t . . . it doesn’t smell bad, though. It smells . . . 

Match buries his face in even tighter against the pillow and forgets what . . . what he was . . . Superman was talking about something, he thinks? Maybe? He . . . thinks. 

Everything smells so bitter, all of a sudden, and he wants to–he wants–

He doesn’t know what he wants. 

“Kon?” Superman asks. His hand is on Match’s back, and Match’s face is–wet, for some reason. He doesn’t smell blood, but . . . it’s wet, yes. 

His teeth are itching. That’s . . . he doesn’t know why that’s a thing. He didn’t know teeth could itch. 

But they–are, he thinks, and bites down on the pillow without thinking about it. Just–for a moment, but . . . 

He doesn’t know why he did that. 

“Oh,” Superman says, and seems to relax somewhat. He strokes Match’s back, for . . . some reason. Some . . . something. Match doesn’t know what. 

He feels all . . . something. He feels . . . that, he thinks. He means–something. 

He doesn’t actually know what he means by that. 

He digs his teeth into the pillow for a moment longer, and then ducks his head instead and makes an odd–makes a–makes . . . . he thinks he makes . . . a noise? Not–the purring, this time, but . . . a noise. 

“It’s alright, Kon. You won’t have to wait much longer,” Superman murmurs, leaning down a little closer; stroking his back a little heavier. He could break it. He could kill him. It’s Superman–he could always do that. Anytime he wanted, to anyone he wanted. 

He’s still just stroking, though, and Match still doesn’t know why he’s doing it. He wants Superman to keep–he doesn’t want Superman to do anything. He doesn’t want things. That’s not–how he was made. He wasn’t made to want things. 

So he doesn’t want things. 

Obviously. 

Match makes the noise again. It’s not a purr, still. It’s more like–it sounds like–he thinks it’s . . . a keen, maybe, or . . . something like that, anyway. Just . . . a sound that sounds like that. 

It sounds a little bit like Superman’s voice, for some reason, he thinks vaguely. Not–all the time, but . . . when he’d said some of those “full”-sounding things. It sounds a bit like–that, somehow, even though it’s not any kind of a word, one he understands or not. But he does . . . remember, he thinks, and . . . 

“. . . ‘sem-zahm’?” he tries, frowning to himself without lifting his face away from the pillow it’s still buried in. That was . . . Superman had said . . . 

“Yes,” Superman says, stroking his back a little heavier again. Everything smells like–eucalyptus, and camphor, and jasmine, and . . . “Sem-zahm is coming. Just a little bit longer, alright? Then your sem-zahm will make it better.” 

Match doesn’t want things, but the way Superman says that word is . . . it’s–he doesn’t know what he feels about the way Superman says that word. 

Nothing, because he doesn’t feel things. Obviously. Of course. 

He wasn’t made to do that either. 

Everything smells like soothing eucalyptus and . . . that burnt citrus scent isn’t . . . soothing, but . . . but there’s . . . something about it that . . . something about it that’s . . . 

It’s not soothing, but it’s–clarifying, almost. 

Match doesn’t know what that means even as he’s thinking it, but he’s thinking it anyway. It’s–clarifying. Reorienting. Refining. Resolving. 

. . . simplifying. 

Something’s . . . it’s something simplifying, somehow, or . . . something like that, and . . . and Match . . . 

He buries his face in tighter against the pillow again and breathes in, and the scent he’s chasing is faint and faded, but . . . but it’s . . . 

Match doesn’t want things, but–he doesn’t want things. That’s not how he was made. Not what he was made for. Not what he . . . 

He doesn’t want things. He doesn’t want anything. But that smokey-sour charcoal-citrus is–it makes him feel–makes him think, because he doesn’t feel things, he only even thinks to be more useful as a weapon, as–it makes him think of . . . prioritizing. Triage. 

Something more important than anything else. 

At least right now, anyway. Match knows–there are other things that matter. He knows that. He has–orders. A mission. An assignment. He has– 

He breathes in burnt-bitter citrus-sour charcoal and it . . . prioritizes. 

Somehow.

[bunny-claws]

botanicals for cleansing 🌱

because sage isn’t the only thing you can use to cleanse your space.

alkanet

angelica

anise

arrow root

bay laurel

bay leaf

benzoin

blessed thistle (holy thistle)

blue cohosh

birch

black pepper

bloodroot

broom

camphor

cayenne pepper

cedar

chamomile

club moss

coconut

copal

culver’s root

dandelion leaf

dragon’s blood

fennel

fern

frankincense

fumitory (earth smoke)

garlic

ginger

grapefruit

guava

horehound

horseradish

hyssop

iris

lavender

lemon

lemongrass

lemon verbena (vervain)

lime

lovage

marjoram

melon

mesquite

mimosa

oak

parsley

peppermint

pine

red willow bark

rosemary

rue

sage

sagebrush

sandalwood

sea salt

snapdragon

solomon’s seal root

tangerine

thyme

turmeric

wintergreen

wood aloe

wood betony

yucca

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