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solarpunkani · 7 months
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Laying in bed wishing I was in a field full of milkweed collecting seeds
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fruityyamenrunner · 9 months
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In Autism and Spirituality, Olga Bogdashina offers an intriguing developmental model in relation to the idea of “movie-engineered autism.” Her model has six stages and it’s a bit complicated, and since I want to keep this work simple and straightforward I will try and paraphrase without destroying her subtler meanings.
The first developmental stage is between the ages of three and seven, during which the child develops imagination stimulated by stories (i.e., movies and comics). The child has authentic “spiritual perceptions” but has neither language nor cultural imagery to represent it. Imagination gets together with those perceptions and sense-impressions to create “faith images.” Since culture provides stories (fantasy narratives) during this period, these narratives act like clotheshorses for the child to hang otherwise “shapeless” perceptions and imaginings onto. Hence “the child’s worldview can easily be manipulated by cultural doctrines.” This is also the period in which the child develops self-awareness.
Self-awareness goes hand in hand with a loss of spiritual perceptions as the child’s experience is translated into cultural images, between ages seven and twelve (stage two). In the third stage, from adolescence to adulthood, we start to refer to the past as a way to understand our experience and to make plans for the future. This is the start of continuity, when the “narrative” of identity takes over our awareness. We find our identity by “aligning with a certain perspective … without reflecting on it critically.” We adopt an unconscious ideology based on the cultural images—the narrative or movie—which best match our spiritual perceptions and allow us to function socially.
Like an actor entering into a movie, we become an image, an assumed role, a false identity, created by the script of our received conditioning. It’s an ironic fact that I was escaping into movies—false realities—as a way to try and feel more real, by creating a fake persona that matched the pseudo reality of culture that surrounded me. Movies exist to alert us to the fact that all human existence has been reduced to a movie: a series of frozen images from the past, playing constantly before our eyes, simulating movement, posing as life.
The difference with autistic types is that they don’t adopt cultural images to the same degree or submit to an unconscious ideology, so the “mask” of the false movie identity doesn’t fit them quite so well. One symptom of this is that they tend to overdo the business of cultural imitation, such as “Trekkies” who dress up as Mr. Spock, or my clumsy attempts to remold myself in the image of Eastwood. Autists don’t do instinctive imitation, they imitate the act of imitation, and so they get it subtly (or dramatically) wrong.
In Autism and Spirituality, the fourth stage described entails leaving “the group mind,” which means shedding the fake cultural identity, stepping outside the movie and looking around the theater (or shifting the gaze from the screen to the rear projector). This depends on our becoming conscious of a hitherto unconscious ideology. It implies sorting the seeds of our conditioning to discover which can be planted, and which ones accurately represent our experience, and tossing out the rest. The desired end of this process is relative autonomy—a crucial step towards the ultimate goal of enlightenment.
The book then describes a fifth stage involving “ironic imagination.” The now autonomous individual still participates with collective images (movies!), but now sees them as relative rather than absolute: as fiction. The unconscious submission to external ideology has become conscious and is replaced by “the willing suspension of disbelief.” Ironic imagination means moving from mere passive recipient, or garbage collector, of cultural imagery, to the shaper of culture—from moviegoer to moviemaker, autist to auteur.
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That’s about where this book and its author come in. The sixth stage, I suppose, is the one that corresponds with full enlightenment, whatever that is. But the less said about that the better. After all, that’s life after movies, and you are here to hear about movies.
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voyeuristicvixen · 10 months
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Capt’s Log No. 42_SL’s BIG 20!
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iM SuCh a NeRd ! I really do have a designated outfit for Mentoring in AND it matches Bellisaria Welcome Center. W my matching bot friend lol  I have been learning a lot as a mentor from other mentors, things about SL and the various worlds and niches you can find here. When you stay so enmeshed in your reality in SL you tend to forget just how vast it is. Its really unfathomable at times, just like they say our galaxy is continuously growing as we are discovering new parts of it, SL is a quantum realm in a way... I have to write a whole article about my views on SL and the astral world and the correlations therin. I digress
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SL20B was a blast! I attended the premier of an SL documentary that was amazing, I got to see Phil Linden, Strawberry, all the OGs that was great! I love the talks that they do and all the different things that showcase how amazing SL is, the gifts and exhibits, and opportunities to volunteer and meet new people, and of course THE MUSIC!
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My pops did a great couple of sets, it was really dope to see him in a different SL crowd of people that may never have stumbled upon Meroe or the Movement by themselves, that in itself is really cool to me because his sets always plant seeds for self reflection and spiritual growth and understanding. I really love when he does the cinematic spoken word because that is something unique that ive NEVER seen or heard anywhere else in my life. It is truly special my dad goes off!
Gigi, Lex, and I are usually there to support when we can! Partying it up and being the vibes! These glowsticks Lex gifted us def elevated the mood, Lex is a W stage hand. Also, I have to mention because this is something that never goes away, prejudice and racism in SL... during events like this there are always a few bad eggs that bring down the vibes with weird comments and actions towards avatars that look like us, or represent themselves with a strong spiritual and purpose led conviction. Its all about frequency, not all frequencies will mix but people on SL can sometimes come off quite prejudice or whatevs. lmao. Even self hating for some people! When you really dig into the various regions and worlds in SL you can see how perverse/self hating many of the themes can seem. Its quite interesting. Lol high going off on tangents. Look how cute Gigi and I look !! XD
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I got to do my own set it was dope af “Summer Of Love” was my set theme, I put together a set that represented my time in SL thus far, I played a whole Hippie woodstock classic rock set with my favs Jimi, and all the greats. I played Grateful Dead in honor of my first home “Darkstar “ and the old hippies from the lot... XD Then I played some Drum and Bass in honor of one of my fav clubs ive been going to for 10+ years Bassline Junkies. The same folk there and say “Oi oi“ when I enter, Eon the hamster. Great fellow! Then I played house music, in honor of all the various house groups I am a member of and clubs I attend, I fell in love with house in SL, and i ended it with just some feel good jams
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oh! and I did a reading for Secondlife and its residents and the future of SL how could I forget that XD yep It was a blast I kilt it . I even built the set in blender and everything!
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I wore this belt as my everyday attire on my old SL avie before mesh was a thing. This was my favorite ! It has flexi fabrics that flow when you dance and walk tied on it and little pouches and gris gris bags on it. It was a very sentimental set for me tbh. It was the first time I participated in SLB and it was also the first time I used mic in a full curated set and everything.
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Happy Satisfied W My New Strawberry & Patch! I got Phil and Ober bears tooo  I collected a bunch ngl XD
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Mystory Connect is about to pop off, prepping for major RP vibes ! I am so ready to bring new ppl on the regions and make fun stories and tings, we been plottin and plannin! I am now the Real Estate Agent for mystory! I am super excited because these regions are so well built, you can drive everywhere, ride your bike , you can take the subway which is real working subway, its got all kinds of dope commercial and residential spots to live and work and have great roleplay in. I just love how intimate and homey these regions are, and there are always people around, but its about to be even more poppin with all the new things coming in that we rollin out!
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Me and Val havin a cute lunch meeting date at ITALVIBEZ ! That restaurant is the BOMB.COM I love getting oxtail bowl, beef patties, and the guava smoothie drink!! Theres also cute sippy  cups that I get for Yemsters she loves them!! Baby ITAL eatsssss :p
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amazonbooksauthor · 2 months
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"Willow's Wisdom: Where Laughter Guides the Path to Values"
In a world dominated by screens and gadgets, Meera Mandakini's "Willow's Wisdom" emerges as a breath of fresh air, offering a delightful fusion of humor and profound life lessons. Beyond being a mere children's book, this collection of short stories serves as an invaluable tool for parents, teachers, and caregivers. Join us on a whimsical journey into Willow's world, where laughter becomes the conduit for meaningful conversations about morals and values.
A Laughter-Infused Journey Far from the typical moralistic handbook, "Willow's Wisdom" invites readers on a laughter-filled escapade with Willow and her friends. Meera Mandakini masterfully weaves humor into every page, transforming life lessons into a delightful journey where giggles take center stage. The antics of Willow and her pals promise to leave both kids and adults in stitches, proving that wisdom can be both insightful and incredibly amusing.
Bedtime Tales with a Twist Imagine a cozy bedtime setting with "Willow's Wisdom" in hand. The short story format offers flexible reading, making it the ideal choice for those nights when time seems to slip away. Whether it's a quick bedtime story or an extended session during family time, Willow's adventures infuse warmth and joy into every reading experience.
Chuckles Wrapped in Wisdom What sets "Willow's Wisdom" apart is its ability to deliver crucial life lessons with a side of humor. Willow and her friends find themselves in relatable situations, providing children with a mirror to reflect on their own actions. The book cleverly conceals valuable insights within the folds of laughter, creating an effective and enjoyable medium for imparting morals and values.
Relatable Characters, Real-Life Reflections The relatability of Willow and her friends establishes a connection with young readers. As children immerse themselves in the stories, they discover reflections of their own lives. This relatability becomes a bridge for meaningful conversations, encouraging kids to share their thoughts and experiences, fostering an environment of open communication.
Positive Transformations, One Laugh at a Time "Willow's Wisdom" transcends being a mere collection of stories; it serves as a catalyst for positive change. Through laughter and humor, Meera Mandakini invites children to reflect on their actions and consider positive changes in their lives. The light-hearted approach to teaching morals transforms the learning process into an enjoyable adventure.
Conclusion: A Symphony of Chuckles and Insight In the enchanting realm of "Willow's Wisdom" by Meera Mandakini, laughter and life lessons seamlessly intertwine. This funny and engaging collection is more than just a children's book; it's a tool that sparks conversations, nurtures values, and plants the seeds of wisdom in the hearts of young readers. Grab a copy, dive into Willow's world, and let the symphony of chuckles and wisdom unfold!
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totemics · 1 year
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Humidifiers for Cannabis Grow Tents: Maintaining Optimal Humidity Levels for Healthy Plant Growth
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While developing weed in a tent or devoted development room, you have some control over significant factors to solid plants and extraordinary yields. One of the significant elements is air dampness. A humidifier can direct mugginess to support an ideal environment for your plants.
If your development room isn't excessively enormous, you might give a Do-It-Yourself air humidifier something to do that will finish the work without requiring power. We should discuss why you should watch out for moistness while developing marijuana and which humidifier is best for your arrangement. Toward the finish of the article, we'll let you in on the best way to effortlessly make a Do-It-Yourself humidifier from normal family things.
What IS Moistness?
Air moistness is alluded to as relative stickiness (RH), with "relative" importance relative to the most noteworthy conceivable dampness. 100 percent relative mugginess implies the air is completely immersed with water fumes and can't hold more, making the chance of a downpour. Hotter air can hold more dampness than cooler air.
What is a Humidifier?
A humidifier is an electrical machine used to increment dampness levels in a room or building. They add dampness to the air, for example, by clouding or vanishing water, contingent upon the kind. Most humidifiers are programmed. They consolidate a hygrometer (a sensor that acts as dampness), which controls their activity. Along these lines, a humidifier can guarantee steady wanted stickiness levels in your developing region.
Why is Dampness Significant for Pot?
Alongside soil and supplements, greatly developed lights, and ideal temperatures in your developing region, dampness is one more basic element for solid plants. A blend of low dampness and high temperatures can welcome difficult issues. At mugginess levels underneath 30% RH, photosynthesis dials back, and development is hindered.
Ideal Moistness Levels for Weed Plants
No "one size fits all" moistness level will energize ideal outcomes from seed to reap. All things considered, the ideal RH range relies upon the age (phase of development) your plants are in. Seedlings and clones favor high mugginess levels, while additional adult plants require diminished moistness levels, particularly those near collect. Try not to allow the form to get hold of your valuable reap!
Seedlings: 50-60% RH
Newly grown plants don't have a broad root foundation. They need to take in water through their leaves. Therefore high dampness levels are significant during this stage. Go for 50-60% RH toward the beginning of your development.
Vegetation: 40-60% RH
At the point when your plants are out of the seedling stage and in full vegetative development, you can lessen mugginess levels by a score. Around half RH is great the whole way through the vegetative stage.
Blooming: 40-half RH
Lessen mugginess further when your marijuana is blooming: Buds and dampness turn out poorly! Around 40-half RH will accomplish not many long stretches of sprout for the initial.
Late blossoming: 30-40% RH
Late blossoming is the point at which it is generally critical to keep up with ideal moistness. The explanation is budded can undoubtedly trap dampness, which can prompt the development of form. Form, obviously, is one of the greatest dangers to the progress of your reap, so bring mugginess down to 30%.
Clones: 70-80% RH
Clones don't have roots by any means. For them to take up water through their foliage, go for 70-80% RH. The high stickiness prerequisite of clones is likewise why cultivators regularly hold them under a moistness vault.
Best Humidifiers For Develop Tents Looked at
Best Humidifier For Develop Tent: Surveys
The accompanying humidifiers are the most ideal choices anyone could hope to find in a developed tent. Generally, the first is our top-worth decision, yet any model underneath will finish the work better than the remainder of the opposition.
Best In general: LEVOIT Humidifier
The LEVOIT humidifier is a 2.4-liter humidifier that creates an ultrafine fog that will not soak the environmental elements. It isn't costly and is one of the most cherished humidifiers in this value range to use in a developed tent. It is a bigger limit humidifier than numerous other likewise estimated models.
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Miniature fog innovation: creates a super-fine, almost imperceptible fog, making the dampness stay in the air as opposed to choosing close-by surfaces
Extraordinary for children: as well as being our number one decision for developing tents, in the event that you have somewhat one at home, you might need to purchase an additional one; the plastic tank is BPA-free and exceptionally calm when in activity; it likewise has a night light which is useful in a child's room
Flexible fog: permits you to coordinate the fog ramble any place you need, and it has a dial to pick your fog level too
Enormous tank: the huge size tank is greater than most humidifiers in this class; you can fill it and fail to remember it
Auto shut-off: when the tank is unfilled, the humidifier will close down all alone, liberating you to not stress over it
Best caliber: Honeywell Top Fill Cool Fog Humidifier
The Honeywell Top, Fill Cool Fog humidifier is a smooth, current-looking humidifier intended for medium to huge estimated spaces.
It has a 1.25-gallon tank which considers a day and a half of nonstop activity. It likewise has a programmed stopped include as the LEVOIT does.
It has a marginally more modest impression than the LEVOIT model since it is more restricted and rectangular than a huge, square impression.
It is the best-developed tent humidifier accessible, paying little heed to cost, and my undisputed top choice on this rundown. However, we generally think about the one over a somewhat better worth.
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Flexible: permits you to hold back nothing you need it; the spout can likewise pivot during activity
Fine fog: can create an extremely fine fog which isn't something everything humidifiers in this value reach can do
Top caliber: Honeywell has gained notoriety for making top-notch humidifiers and other home innovation items; they have been making humidifiers for a long time
Super peaceful: almost quiet activity when contrasted with other humidifiers; most produce a discernible murmur that a few clients find disturbing, yet the Honeywell Cool Fog is a lot calmer
Channel free: doesn't need a channel, which sets aside cash over the long haul; it tends to be costly to need to purchase swap channels for your humidifier continually, so this one recovery you a common cost
Best Spending plan Humidifier: SmartDevil Little Humidifier
The SmartDevil is a little work area style humidifier that is intended to be utilized in a work space or room. It's anything but a high-limit unit like some other humidifiers explored here.
It sits at just shy of 4 inches tall and around 5 inches wide and has a round and hollow shape with the water repository on the base and the spout on top.
Despite the little size, it is a reasonable setup for the cash and ought to deal with most little-developed tents without any issues.
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Fine shower: creates extremely fine water particles which help to humidify the whole region, rather than bigger water drops getting comfortable in one corner or the other; the fine fog is great at ensuring the whole tent is being dealt with
Quiet activity: albeit the maker refers to it as "quiet activity," this isn't correct; it is exceptionally peaceful at just shy of 30dB, yet that isn't quiet; this guarantee is a piece misdirecting yet not no joking matter for a develop tent; 30dB is about how boisterous a PC fan is; it is calmer than an ordinary discussion, yet it very well may be bothering assuming you are effortlessly disturbed
Low water shut off: when the water level turns out to be too low, the unit will switch off to try not to do any harm to the unit or turn into a well-being risk
Two shower modes: it has persistent splash mode and discontinuous splash modes; this proves to be useful when the weather conditions change; for instance, assuming it is damp external, you can set it to irregular mode, so you are not squandering water; in the event that it is additional dry you can leave it on constant mode
Night light modes: there are two different light modes: consistent light and discontinuous light, which they call breathing light mode; this isn't especially valuable for a developed tent, yet it very well might be a decent reward; in the event that you need to mishandle to find your light switch this could assist you with seeing it better
Administration: the producer gives free web-based client support, which is nothing extraordinary if they need to remain in business, yet it is worth focusing on the grounds that they use it as a selling point, and numerous Chinese brands don't offer this
Best For Little Develop Tents: Unadulterated Enhancement MistAire Humidifier
The MistAire Studio is a medium-sized to little humidifier with a cutting-edge smooth style that sort of looks like a receptacle you might have utilized in science class. It has a 0.7 liter limit of just around 3 cups of water.
This is definitely not a high-limit unit, yet it is greater than a few other minimal choices. It will run for around 10 hours on 3 cups of water. It weighs a little more than a pound and doesn't occupy much room, which is why it is the most ideal choice for little tents.
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Conservative smooth profile: at 9 inches tall and 5 inches wide, it can fit anyplace; it is an appealing current looking unit, too; it will support a developed tent or room up to 175 square feet
10 Hour run time: will run on low for 10 hours, which permits you to leave it the entire day in your tent; it will just go for 8 hours on high, but
Calm activity: like different units in this gathering, the MistAire works discreetly at under 32 dB, sufficiently uproarious to hear while having a discussion; I don't think the tranquil element is a joking matter for producers since they, as of now, have clearly fans and air channels running day in and day out
Auto shut off: will switch itself off when the tank is vacant; this is a decent component to have since running it void will demolish it; nonetheless, each and every humidifier appears to have this element, so it's anything but a remarkable selling point
Night light: in the same way as other comparable models, it has a calming light that gives a limited quantity of light in the event that you want it
In the bundle: you will get the unit, AC connector, manual, cleaning brush, and a five-year guarantee; the guarantee isn't something you see on these units, so it is significant here
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strongerbottles · 1 year
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Is your cannabis ready to harvest?
For some individuals, part of the delight of pot lies during the time spent developing and collecting your plants. Maybe it's that Do-It-Yourself soul of "getting' high off your own stock" that makes the meetings simply that vastly improved. As far as some might be concerned, it's a method for guaranteeing their spices are, in every case, new, natural, and become harmless to the ecosystem and low-squander conditions. No matter what your explanations behind developing, the reaping season is just about here. We needed to get some margin to go more than one of the most befuddling portions of developing for fledglings: how to know when to gather pot plants.
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How Long Does It Take For Cannabis To Be Ready For Harvesting?
One of the dangerous things that make it intense to know when to collect weed is that the development period can fluctuate fundamentally by strain. On top of this, variables, for example, developed technique and wanted yield impact to develop time also.
By and large, developing externally will take the longest of all techniques and are subject to nearby factors, for example, how long your regular developing season is. Developing weed inside gives you greater adaptability over the development time. Be that as it may, this normally requires greater gear and thoughtfulness regarding developing appropriately.
As a general rule, marijuana plants require somewhere close to 6 four months of developing time prior to being prepared for collection. In some places in the center, typically, around 9-12 weeks is generally normal.
How To Know When To Harvest Cannabis
You can watch out for a few basic actual changes to enlighten you when your plants are prepared to collect.
The Leaves Begin To Yellow
As the weed plant approaches collect time, the plant's fan leaves will start to transform from a rich green to a yellowish-green tone.
At the point when the plant is in its blooming stage (the last development stage before it's prepared to collect), the leaves are rich in nitrogen. Nitrogen helps the plant with photosynthesis in this stage and gives the leaves their green tone.
As this stage arrives at fulfillment, the nitrogen levels decline, and the leaves will start to yellow. That is a decent sign that you're drawing near to reaping!
The Pistils Begin To Turn Red/ Brown
Pistils are the minuscule hair-like designs that you find in your pot buds. These are basically the regenerative organs of female weed plants, which will seed when pollinated. From the beginning of the blooming stage, the pistils are white. As the plant arrives at the finish of the blooming stage, the pistils will change into a red, brown, or orange tone.
This requires a smidgen of timing as the best opportunity to collect is when around 50-70% of these pistils have started to change the tone. In the event that there are, as yet, a lot of noticeable white pistils, it's too soon.
The higher the level of pistils that have changed variety, the heavier the high will, by and large, be. This is the kind of thing you can explore different avenues regarding dialing in your ideal gather time for your inclinations.
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Trichomes Begin To Take On Color
Trichomes are the little gum organs on your buds that have a dewy appearance. This is where the cannabinoids and terpenes are created to give each strain its novel properties. At the point when the plant is still in its blossoming stage, these trichomes will seem precious stone-like and clear. This implies the plant isn't prepared for gather and would be negligibly powerful in the event that you did.
You will realize you are prepared to reap when these trichomes start to turn smooth white or golden in variety. One issue, in any case, is that trichomes are unbelievably minuscule and hard to see with the unaided eye alone. To appropriately see the trichomes, you will require some sort of amplifying glass.
Trichome tone is one of the most dependable pointers to let you know when to gather your plants (in the event that you have the apparatuses to make it happen)!
The Leaves Begin To Curl
As well as yellowing, the fan leaves of a marijuana plant will likewise start to twist and evaporate as it approaches its reaping time. Like how the plants take on more nitrogen when in the blooming stage, they additionally take in more water here.
As collection approaches, the plant will require less water, and subsequently, the leaves will start to take on a more withered and dried-out appearance.
Bud Shape & Size
As a last resort, something last you can check to decide when to reap is the shape and thickness of the buds on the plant. However, perhaps not quite so instructive as a portion of the strategies over, a plant that is prepared for collection will, for the most part, have firm and tight buds.
Signs That It Is Too Early To Harvest
If you have any desire to make certain about where you are in the development timetable, noticing the trichomes is likely the most reliable measure you have. It is basically as straightforward as deciding the shade of the trichomes, as the more clear trichomes there are, the less strong and ready the plant is. Trichomes start to change tone as they hit their pinnacle pitch creation.
To put it another way, the clear your trichomes are at reap. The less tasty, powerful, and fragrant the plant will turn out to be.
Signs That It Is Too Late To Harvest
Noticing trichome variety can likewise tell you when reaping the plant is past the point of no return. On the off chance that most of the trichomes are golden variety, this implies the plant is overripe and past its reap date.
At the point when golden trichomes start to dwarf smooth white trichomes, the THC inside the plant starts to corrupt. It will likewise start to take on, to some degree, an upsetting taste when smoked, and the general experience will not be as great.
The Subsequent stages
With a tad of care and consideration, nailing the planning of your harvest is somewhat simple. Obviously, when the weed is gathered, it's not exactly prepared to smoke right now! The blossom will then, at that point, should be dried, managed, and relieved before it is set.
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kronosinasuit · 1 year
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How to make your own weed strain
Creating your unique cannabis strain is a fun and rewarding process. With the right tools and knowledge, anyone can create a Strain of marijuana that fits their recreational or medicinal needs. It's important to understand the basics of genetics before attempting to breed your strains, but with some practice, you can become a master breeder. Read on to learn more about how to make your weed strain!
First, you'll need to choose the parents for your new cannabis strain. Consider the traits from each parent that are most important to you—such as aroma, yield, potency, and effect. You'll also want to consider the stability of each parent—stable genetics tends to be more reliable when breeding cannabis plants.
Next, you'll need to germinate the seeds from your chosen parents and wait for the plants to reach maturity. During this stage, you should closely monitor your plants and their development. This is also a good time to start selecting the best males and females for breeding.
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Why Breed Cannabis Strains?
It's one thing to learn how to grow your marijuana strain. But, before we get there, why would you want to play god with marijuana in the first place?
Cannabis breeding can be both beneficial and rewarding. If you're a grower, you've probably wanted to change something about a strain you obtained from someone else. Perhaps you wish it was bushier or yielded more. Alternatively, maybe you liked how it made you feel or what an amazing aroma it had, and now you want to bring that quality to another favorite strain.
Whatever your reason for wanting to breed your Strain, there is a procedure you must follow.
Marijuana Breeding
In theory, marijuana breeding isn't all that difficult. While getting lost in the rabbit hole is easy, you're essentially combining the genetic traits of two plants. As parents, you can use any two strains you want. They will, however, require their room or tent to avoid unwanted cross-pollination.
Things can get complicated when it comes to cannabis breeding. That is why it is critical to take meticulous notes throughout the breeding process; otherwise, you will have no idea what is going on. So make sure both strains are labeled!
Step 1: Find Males
While feminized seeds are usually preferable for home gardeners, breeding is the only time you want male plants. Breeding with feminized seeds is possible, but some extra work will be involved. More information can be found in our guide to breeding with feminized seeds.
Step 2: Collect Pollen
You'll need pollen to get started with cannabis breeding. Aside from being a source of seasonal allergies, pollen is essentially planted sperm. It transmits a male's genetic material to a female through her pistils. Instead of flowers, the female begins to develop seeds. These seeds will fall out after it matures, leaving you with a handful of new seeds.
Wait until the male plant is in the early flowering stage before collecting pollen. Its pollen sacs should open on their own. When this happens, place a plastic bag over the plant and shake it to collect the pollen.
Step 3: Distribute Pollen
The next step in our weed breeding lesson is to spread pollen. Insert the pollen-filled plastic bag over a flowering branch of the female plant. This female plant should be around the same age as the male plant and be in the early flowering cycle. Shake the bag after sealing it. Allow it to sit for about an hour before repeating it with the rest of the plant.
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Step 4: Collect the Seeds
It's now time to play the waiting game. Wait until the late flowering cycle to develop your seeds. This will be visually visible to you. When your plant has reached maturity, you can collect and germinate the seeds.
Step 5: Gene Stabilization
Stabilizing your genetics is the final step in cannabis breeding. Even if multiple seeds have the same parents, this does not guarantee they will grow up identically. Seeds "born" in the same batch can have varying physical characteristics such as height, yield, THC or CBD content, terpene profile, and more. That is why it is critical to understand how to stabilize a strain.
You can ensure greater uniformity across seeds once they mature by using a technique called "backcrossing." Backcrossing is breeding a strain with its mother to iron out any genetic irregularities.
Let's look at an example to see how to stabilize a strain. For example, assume you cross Strain A with Strain B. You'll need to find a male Strain A x Strain B cross to stabilize the physical characteristics of your seeds. We'll refer to this male as Strain C. Backcrossing involves breeding Strain A x Strain C. The offspring of that pairing will be bred with Strain A once more. Using this method, you can ensure that your plant's genetics are uniform, ensuring that every seed is the same.
After Breeding: Cloning
Cloning is an excellent method for preserving genetics after successfully breeding cannabis. This has several advantages for breeders who successfully stabilize the genetics of their strains.
Cloning produces a plant that is a genetic match to the plant from which it was clipped. As a result, you can flower your new Strain while nurturing the clone to become a healthy plant. Repeat the procedure. Using this method, you can indefinitely flower plants while protecting your new Strain's genetics during the veg phase.
Conclusion:
Cannabis breeding is a complicated but rewarding process. Using the steps discussed in this article, you can successfully create your unique Strain of cannabis — one that is sure to stand out among the rest! However, it's important to remember that unexpected variations may still occur even after the careful selection and stabilization stages. So be prepared to adjust your Strain in case of any surprises. When done correctly, cannabis breeding can be an enjoyable, rewarding experience that helps you create a unique strain with the specific characteristics you desire.
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thumbgarden · 2 years
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9 Good Reasons to Grow Your Own Seedlings
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9 Good Reasons to Grow Your Own Seedlings First-time gardeners often ask, "Do I have to grow my own seedlings, or is it easier to buy them at the market? To which an experienced gardener might reply, "Without a doubt, you should!" This confidence stems from the experience we have gained over the years and the desire to see the best plants on our plots. There's also the fact that the season starts earlier, which makes us even more eager to "dig in". I'll tell you why it's worth growing your own seedlings in this ThumbGarden article.Usually, we grow tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, eggplants, zucchini, and nutmegs by raising seedlings. The rest of the crops are simply sown in the open. However, onions, herbs, and peas can also be planted as seedlings. Cultivated through seedlings of basil, celery, mint, sumac, parsley, and many other cultures, today there are about 180 of them! The number of these seedlings is very large. It is easier to list those that are not grown through seedlings.Sunflowers, radishes, carrots, beet, and potatoes are usually not grown through seedlings. The usual room conditions are also not particularly suitable for growing cabbage shoots.However, even here there are some artisans. The temperature regime for cabbage seedlings during the day should be within the following parameters: 64 °F (18-20 °C) before germination, 42-50 °F (6-10 °C) from germination to the first leaves, and 46-50 °F (8-10 °C) at night, otherwise, the plants will pull out. Refrigerators can help with this problem by keeping the seedlings in the refrigerator overnight.To prevent the germination of radish seedlings after transplanting to the open ground, seeds of varieties that do not germinate easily should be sown. They are sown in fine mesh boxes or egg cartons and are also kept at 41-50°F (5-10°C).Potatoes are cut into wedges and germinated in the cups. However, do not attempt to grow carrots as seedlings. If the central root is damaged during transplanting, it will produce ugly fruit. And it is impossible not to damage it because it will soon reach the bottom of the pot.Young sunflower shoots can withstand light frosts well, so it makes no sense at all to grow sunflowers through seedlings. So, what makes experienced gardeners start the gardening season by sowing seedlings in winter?
1. Early harvest
The main reason experienced gardeners recommend planting seedlings is the possibility of an earlier harvest. Plants start their growing season indoors when outdoor conditions are not yet suitable, develop to a certain stage, and when the weather warms up, they are transplanted to greenhouses or open fields and start flowering and fruiting in a short time. In this way, they are harvested 2-3 weeks earlier than if they were sown directly in the bed.This factor is especially important in areas with short summers when most crops have little time to mature during the warm summer months. Growing cucumbers, tomatoes, herbs, and other vegetables through sprouts not only gives you a "quick" harvest but also extends the growing season of the plants. This means more fruit!
2. Variety
A second very important benefit of having your own seedlings is the ability to grow exactly the varieties you are interested in, rather than those offered by the local seedling market where varieties are usually very scarce. Modern breeding companies and numerous collectors of tomatoes, cucurbits, and various exotic species now offer a variety of familiar vegetable crops and exotic species. And all of these can be grown in your vegetable garden if you sow seedlings.
3. A chance to find your own, better
Experienced gardeners build their crop collections precisely through trial and error, annual trials, and selecting the best varieties. By trying different varieties on their plots, they not only have the opportunity to grow unique products not available on the market but also to find those vegetable varieties and hybrids they like that grow best in specific conditions - in the available soil, in the local climate, with proper care.
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Grown in Your Vegetable Garden if You Sow Seedlings
4. Protect valuable varieties
By growing your own seedlings, it is easier to preserve valuable varieties or hybrids that have sparse seeds or do not germinate well in the open air. It is easier to grow plants from very small seeds that require very good soil preparation, watering with a sprayer, and greenhouse conditions.
5. Harvest from a two-year crop
Another major advantage of planting seedlings is that you can get a full two-year crop of plants in the first growing season. These crops include mustard, leeks, thyme, parsley, celery, and a range of flowering crops.
6. Quality of seedlings
The quality of purchased seedlings is often a controversial issue. Many gardeners remember how whiteflies, spider mites, thrips, and nematodes, not to mention various plant diseases, took up residence in their beds along with market-bought tomatoes, cucumbers, strawberries, or flower seedlings.Not all seedling sellers are self-aware. Inexperienced gardeners may encounter plants with overly dry roots, broken growing points, obvious signs of fungal disease, or even the wrong variety.
7. Cost savings
Seedlings of some crops are quite expensive. This is especially true if you need a large number of plants. By growing these crops yourself, you can get the right amount of planting material at a lower economic cost. In addition, if your goal is high-quality planting material, you can choose to grow in individual pots (cups), observing the necessary agricultural practices, which give the plants a better potential than potless cultivation.
8. Relatively low seed consumption
When sowing some crops in open spaces, it is recommended to increase the seed rate by 5-15%. This is because not all seeds will take off and some will be weaker and more likely to be discarded. By planting our own seedlings, we reduce seed consumption and have the opportunity to get stronger plants by creating the best conditions for their development.
9. Transplanting in the comfort of open spaces
In order to buy seedlings on the market, we need to set aside some time. And the purchase process itself requires not only financial means but also physical strength. You have to admit that going to the market or garden store during mass planting is a very tedious activity. It is not uncommon for us to return home exhausted and put off planting the plants we bought until tomorrow, which may be a week away.Plants with closed root systems are only stressed by changing conditions during storage, while seedlings with open root systems are more stressed, get sick after planting, develop less, and are harvested later.By growing our own seedlings, we are able to grow them at our convenience, saving us the effort of extra travel. We make sure it has been sufficiently hardened. If we transplant from solid plants, we reduce the drying time of the roots and thus get healthier plants. #ThumbGarden #Garden #Gardening #Care #Garden #Germination #Plantcare #Seedlings #Seeds #Sprouting #Tips Author: Ms.Geneva Link: https://www.thumbgarden.com/9-good-reasons-to-grow-your-own-seedlings/ Source: ThumbGarden The copyright belongs to the author. For commercial reprints, please contact the author for authorization, and for non-commercial reprints, please indicate the source. Read the full article
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Sweet cherries produce delicious fruit and usually grow as small open trees, or trained as fans against wall or fences. They can also be grown in large containers no less than 60cm in diameter. Cherries flower early in the year, if frost is forecast, protect the blossom with horticultural fleece, removing it during the day to allow access to pollinating insects. Keep trees well-watered during early stages of fruit development. Cherry ‘Sunburst’ – is a self-fertile variety and therefore does not require a pollination companion although a pollinating partner would help produce heavier crops. The succulent red stalks have an excellent flavour and can be harvested May/June and again September-November. Blueberry Bush 'Aurora'This new variety is extremely heavy cropping and ripens very late in the season. The berries are large and firm and if left to ripen on the bush fully have a rich flavour and lovely aroma. With so many compact plants available, there’s something for even the smallest of gardens. Not forgetting the Royal sushi of fresh worms and bugs they find in a garden that is a haven for them to visit and call home. Suet pellets,different vaieties and lots of them, Mealworms, Peanut bits, Suet balls, Sunflower seeds. With provisions always limited to what we can produce here on the farm, be the first to know when new items are ready to order online for collection or UK-wide delivery. We used to go to France frequently, mainly the mid and southern regions. Many towns of every size had ice-cream stalls along the pavement selling lots of flavours of ice cream and sorbet.
Here we have put together a guide on avoiding the possible mishaps waiting for you.
You can grab it from the brewery on its own or via the web store in mixed packs, as well as via bottleshops including Beer Merchants and Premier Hop.
Using an organic mulch will enable you to feed your plants at the same time, doing away with the need for a fertiliser.
Apple Tree 'Katy'This very attractive dessert apple was raised from a cross between two of our favourite British apples - James Grieve and Worcester Pearmain.
Cover in sunflower,nygerseed and mealworms.then spread the cake with peanut butter .
Located in Watou on the border with France, St Bernardus was originally where French Trappists took refuge and started making cheese. Later these monks left and Evariste Deconinck took over the dairy and was invited by the Trappist monks at Westvleteren to produce beer under license. A fun fact about the brewery’s Abt 12, another 10% abv quadruple, is that the monk on the label can occasionally be seen winking. This special label appears on every 1000th bottle coming off the production line. Our friends George & Loretta grow beautiful fruit and vegetables and their Haskap berries are exceptional. Back in my youth pot was a fun mild buzz and giggle and now it's full skunk hallucinogens. The potent part from the female resin glands is the pinnacle but all of the plant has thc and can be harvested. A well grown plant is huge and a couple of seeds (dropped by birds?) growing near the compost heap over a warm summer... Like some other fruits, Haskap berries are rich in dietary anthocyanins and polyphenols - naturally occurring compounds that have been shown to provide antioxidant, anti-inflammatory, and vascular benefits. The Haskap berry is an edible blue honeysuckle native to the boreal forests and low-lying wet regions of northern hemisphere countries including Canada, Japan and Russia.
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Fyne also runs an annual festival, Fyne Fest, which combines beer, food and music. Those barrels provide additional layers of flavour with delicate hints of the fortified wines the barrels previously held interlacing with the beer. The sherry comes through most prominently as if that sticky toffee pudding has been soaked - you’ll want to light it like a Christmas pudding. 'Kalinka' was one of the earliest varieties available in the UK. Breeders have now developed sweeter varieties such as 'Myberry Sweet', and those with enormous berries such as 'Eisbar'. Honeyberries can be eaten fresh from the plant with your morning cereal, or baked into cakes and preserves. It is a thornless hybrid cross of a blackcurrant and a gooseberry.
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However, nowadays you’ll find fruit tisanes made without any base at all! They are a blend of fruit pieces, herbs, flowers, spices and quite often natural flavourings. Unlike many other fruits, juneberries tend to all harvest at around the same time. https://bestreviewstips.co.uk/honeyberry-dried-fruits_175557/ Try to buy whole-wheat versions for extra fibre and look for 5g of fibre and 6g of protein. Fresh parsley makes a great addition to any shopping trolley due to its high iron content. There are abundant alternative to wheat bread options, as long as they are made with grains they can make healthy and tasty alternatives.
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Otherwise, please always use only stale and lime-free water from a rain barrel to water the plants. For an optimal position of the blueberries in the pot, just like in an open field, there should be sun to partial shade but without midday heat - otherwise use a shading device. In our experience, the soil in pots dries out particularly quickly, so on extremely hot days, you can water them twice.
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Rewriting Sonic Characters into other Continuities: Cosmo The Seedrian
With the 18th anniversary of Sonic X not too long ago, many fond memories of the anime started to resurface, as a question begun to ponder...
What if Cosmo The Seedrian was in other Sonic related media?
She was one of the most memorable parts of the show in my opinion, mostly due Season 3 of Sonic X being an original story. With that out of the way, let's get started!
These are just rough ideas and I would love to see some feedback!
Classic!Cosmo: About a month after the events of Sonic CD, Little Planet appears above Never Lake for its monthly visit to Earth. Sonic and Tails decide to visit and are surprised to find a growing population of plant people known as Seedrians.
As it turns out, Dr. Robotnik used the power of the Time Stones to reverse the Seedrians into the Miracle Planet flowers and seeds, before they had a chance to fight back.
Now that Dr. Robotnik is gone, they live in peace and praise the blue hedgehog that saved their people.
As Sonic is enjoying the festivities, Tails bumps into a shy Seedrian known as Cosmo. They become quick friends, bonding over sciences (Cosmo is more a botany genius in this continuity) and Tails even takes her for flight on the Tornado.
Sonic and Tails promise to visit her every time Little Planet comes back to Earth, to see their new friend.
This Cosmo is more quiet and keeps to herself, but the moment you get to know her she talks all the time.
Modern!Cosmo: The Cosmo of this era is a lot older and more independent, as she now leaves Little Planet on her to explore the Earth more, fascinated by this planet.
I'm addition to other Seedrians being NPCs in any open world Sonic games.
This becomes a running theme for Sonic games where she's off exploring and being in awe of the planet's flora, or just hanging with either Tails, Cream or Amy.
During Sonic Heroes, she would form a team with Might, Ray and herself. Since the three of them love nature so much and would be known as Team Naturals. Mighty being Power, Ray being Flight and Cosmo being Speed. The Team Blast involving the three of them homing attacking a series of giant seed bombs.
In Sonic Riders, she has an extreme gear board called "Mother Nature's Embrace", when you unlock her.
During Sonic Unleashed, her and Tails were testing Gaia energy on the local flora and fauna, to see if stopping Dark Gaia was the only cure to possessed people.
With small lovey dovey moments between her and Tails in the games, since we all know about the mandates. Or just a friendship if they're that strict and carry over to other characters.
During Sonic Generations, she's the NPC for the stage "Tidal Tempest" from Sonic CD and remarks if Sonic found the Time Stones again, if Classic Sonic saved her.
During Sonic Forces, she's in charge of food production in the Resistance, due to her power over plants.
The Cosmo of the Modern Sonic games is more akin to her in Sonic X, except with higher self esteem and doesn't have motion sickness. She can be rather clumsy, very kind, gentle and quiet, with a preference for not fighting unless necessary and a bit of a temper. She has a huge passion for botany and medicinal sciences, with gardening being a hobby of hers.
Unfortunately, she doesn't always know her own strength, as Seedrians are born with tremendous strength for housework and helping environments.
SatAM!Cosmo: A ship full of an alien species is soaring through the galaxy, with one mission in mind: find a new home.
They are known as Seedrians.
Once they arrive on a planet that reminds them of the a Mobius Strip in its composition, only to be attacked by robots.
Dr. Robotnik intercepted the space ship transmission and plans to roboticize these innocent aliens.
The Freedom Fighters intervene later on and are only able to save the kids, as the adults are all roboticized into robots. That destroy nature, ironically enough.
Cosmo becomes quick friends with the Freedom Fighters, relating on being orphans and absent parents that are now robotic slaves.
She doesn't really get out on the field like the rest of them, but she does help liven things up for the other kids at Knothole.
Underground!Cosmo: A forest spirit that takes a liking to music along with her sisters, as Sonic Underground makes their trek through Mobius.
I can see a single episode where Robotnik wants to use their powers as ornaments for a fancy gala... only for Sonic, Manic and Sonia to show up and save the day.
Fleetway!Cosmo: There is a legend of a race of warriors that travel across time itself collecting the finest flora, knowing of their extinction in the present day.
They are known as Seedrians.
These legends are found on Miracle Planet... a home to them for a couple of centuries.
Dr. Eggman of course desires this time travel technology for himself and for better use than "flower collecting."
Unlike the time Eggman gained control over all time via the Omni Viewer, he uses the time traveling alien technology to make up a fake history of him as an ancient, prophesied warrior to all of Mobius.
(It's also revealed that the Seedrians disappeared mysteriously and Cosmo has been working like crazy to carry on their work and find her people)
Only for Cosmo and the Freedom Fighters to put a stop to Eggman.
The Cosmo of this continuity is a lot more business oriented and moves from one task to the other, with little time for not following a structure. Underneath it all, is a scared girl that just wants to see her family again, that would never wish anything like that on others.
She bonds with Knuckles over losing your people and spends most visits with him.
Archie!Cosmo: In the Pre-Super Genesis Wave Universe, The Seedrians are seen as a myth to all of Mobius. Mostly due to Little Planet only appearing above Never Lake once a year every month.
The people Albion know of their existence, due to the Time Stones and The Seedrians both being a closely guarded of theirs.
The Seedrians of this continuity are more of a race of peace keepers and warriors, training under Nicholas O'Tyme and the mysterious Knights of Kronos.
Cosmo's father, Lucas develops a curiosity for Mobius and leaves with many other Seedrians to discuss alliances. With Lucas and his wife Earthia meeting the Acorn Kingdom.
Which goes as well as you would think.
Only for Dr. Robotnik to show up he seizes his grip over the planet.
Cosmo and her sister Galaxina go into hiding, along with many other children of the Seedrian adults. Earthia calls upon the powers of nature to to create an entire island, that exists outside of time.
Dr. Robotnik picks up the strange energy waves and attacks the island. With The Freedom Fighters showing up and turning the tide of battle on Robotnik.
Cosmo and Galaxina join the Freedom Fighters, with Cosmo becoming quick friends with Sally due to looking up her confidence and being in a similar situation, but choosing to stand for what's right.
Galaxina is more a mathematics genius and becomes good friends with Rotor and doesn't always get along with Antoine since he always wants play hero and she prefers a more grounded approach to things.
The Cosmo of this universe loves to explore, is a botany and medicinal genius and has a habit of casually mentioning random historical events, due to expose to the Time Stones. She's very kind to others and comes off as very quiet, but doesn't stop talking when you get to know her.
Due to her plant like nature and physiology, she loves Rock and Roll music, leading to her bonding with Sonic.
Her and Tails have a bit of thing going on, but are both shy around it and Tails doesn't have the best experience with relationships. The two of them hookup during Sonic's voyage/"death" in space with Tails' parents being in full support.
A rift is formed between her and her father, as him and many other Seedrians want to keep and redesign Robotnik's technology, while she sees it as ghosts of a rather scary past.
She also discovers the Krudzu and her kind nature surprising leads to her quelling the Krudzu, turning it on the side of the Freedom Fighters.
After the Super Genesis Wave, Cosmo is a resident of Little Planet that leaves to help the Freedom Fighters fight Dr. Eggman. Her personality is more or less the same as the old universe. Her parents stay back and organize Seedrian-Earth relations.
Nicole causes her to remember various events from the old universe like helping prepare for Bunnie and Antoine's wedding, the disagreements with her father, when she first kissed Tails, "befriending" the Krudzu and almost dying by saving most of Knothole and turning into a Chaos energy filled Tree.
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Fragments of the Garden - Origins - part 1
A companion collection to Dancing With Ghosts in Your Garden
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Getting into Diagon Alley had been a bit of an event, her mother had to take off work and get Bo up and off to school before they could finally head out. The time and place on the parchment had been specified down to the minute, but as they seemed to circle the same block for the hundredth time Satine started to wonder if maybe this was all some elaborate prank.
“I’m sorry, love,” her mother finally turned to her, “It’s supposed to be right here, but I don’t see a Leaky Cauldron anywhere along this stretch,” Satine looked back down at the parchment again, rereading the same message she had a thousand times since receiving it. Disappointment started to seep into her bones and she looked up in desperation, one last time scanning the buildings around them. Her eyes drifted just right of her mum and she lit up.
“It’s there!” Satine pointed her finger at the old iron sign dangling over the door, dripping water on passing pedestrians. When she glanced up at her mother though she was only met by confusion.
“Uh, what is dear?” Her mother’s eyes seemed to skim over the building without seeing it, and Satine was struck with an odd feeling of experiencing something that her family never would.
“The Leaky Cauldron,” Satine answered, grabbing her mum’s hand in her own, “I’ll show you,” Determined she pulled them across the street and up to the building, her mum still showed no signs of acknowledgement so Satine pulled open the door and dragged her inside.
“Oh,” the soft gasp came from behind her and she glanced back to see the surprised look on her mum’s face, it seemed entering the building was enough to break through whatever weird magic surrounded the place and she followed her mum’s gaze from the owls swooping through the windows to the dishes washing themselves in the kitchen.
“You must be the last of the muggleborns,” A creature was approaching them, eyes like a hammerhead shark and face long, it took Satine a moment of staring to realize that their mouth was on their neck, “You’re a little late, but I know we can be a little hard to find,” The creature pulled out a piece of parchment and skimmed it over, “So you’re the Kryze’s?”
“I’m Satine, and this is my mum,” She found herself answering for them, her mother looked a little pale so it was probably for the best.
“You can call me Jho,” they said pulling out a brown stick, that Satine realized with belated excitement was likely a magic wand, “Follow me and I’ll let you into Diagon Alley, make sure you buy a wand when you get in there, because otherwise you’re not getting back in,” they made a sound that she assumed was a laugh and she tugged on her mum’s hand in order to follow close behind.
“How many pounds is a wand?” She wondered aloud and Jho scoffed.
“Pounds. When you get inside you should first go to Gringotts, transfer over the amount your letter told you to bring and they’ll give you real money,” They were facing a brick wall and Jho turned back to them for a moment, “Welcome to Diagon Alley,” they turned back and tapped a pattern into the bricks with their wand and suddenly the whole wall melted away, bricks turning into themselves to get out of the way and a bustling path with funnily dressed people was revealed. Satine stepped through pulling her mum in with her and the wall closed up behind them.
“Hello you must be the Kryze’s,” They turned and were greeted by someone who looked almost human, but with white and blue pieces coming from her head instead of hair, “I’m Professor Shaak Ti from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, here to help our new muggleborns find their way in our world,” Satine’s mum stepped forward dropping her hand for the first time.
“It’s lovely to meet you. I must say I’m very overwhelmed,” Her mum had seemed to have gotten over the shock and Satine took the opportunity to tune out the grown-up talk and gaze around the new world she’d stepped into.
Owls seemed to be a common theme as they swooped around in broad daylight, landing near magical folks wearing a wide variety of interesting clothes. Most commonly seemed to be cloaks and funny hats, but she saw one witch wearing an outfit entirely made of feathers and hoped very much that her school uniform would not be something that itchy. Her attention was drawn next to the shop windows. There was one with a broom floating in the window, many children seemed to be gathering around it so she wondered if maybe it was a toy of some sort. A building with sweets in the window boasted such things as cauldron cakes and pumpkin pasties instead of chocolate croissants and eclairs and she saw a tall wobbly looking stack of cauldrons in the next. Her eyes landed on another window jam packed with books and her heart leapt in excitement.
Satine had always been a reader. She read during both class and lunch, as well as nearly constantly at home and when she’d gotten her letter to Hogwarts, she’d read that too, but she hadn’t considered that a new world of people would provide her a new world of books to read. She found herself approaching the window, excited to read the spines until her mum was done talking when a flash of dark fabric bumped into her sending her falling backwards onto the cold stone pavement.
She looked up and her eyes met that of a witch’s, they were such a light blue they looked like ice, although Satine would maybe attribute some of that to the witch’s personality.
“Watch where you’re going, girl,” She spoke sharply, and the wizard behind her turned and rested his eyes on Satine too. His were a dark blue, but held the same kind of coldness, like how she imagined the bottom of the ocean would feel like.
“They’ll let anybody in here these days,” The first part was spoken under his breath, but not quiet enough for Satine to miss it, “We have more important things to worry about than another lost, muggleborn,” He turned on his heel and continued on.
“Don’t muggle parents teach any manners,” the witch also spoke as she turned to follow her companion further down the street.
Shocked and confused Satine continued to sit where she fell staring off after them. She jumped when suddenly a hand was thrust into her view.
“Need a hand?” She turned and looked at the newcomer, he was a boy near her own age, with a wide grin and warm brown eyes. She took his hand and he pulled her up, “Are you ok?”
“I think so,” She replied, but found herself still staring after the icy couple.
“Hey, whatever they said, don’t let it bother you,” The boy gained her attention again, “They’re pretty much as old-fashioned and traditional as you can get,”
“You know them?” Satine questioned.
“Yeah, the Kenobi’s,” the boy rolled his eyes, “My family used to attend their pureblood dinner parties until a couple years ago when my older brother Hevy lost his temper… But good riddance I’ll say, none of us Fett’s care too much about blood status politics anyways,” Satine’s head was reeling trying to make sense of it all.
“Purebloods?” Satine asked, too busy trying to catalogue all these new terms to ask it with a little more of her usual finesse.
“Purebloods are wizards whose family line is all magical,” He answered, and with the realization of who she likely was he continued, “There are halfbloods who have one magical parent and one muggle parent, and muggleborns who have 2 muggle parents.”
Satine thought back to the words the Kenobi’s had said to her and a new fire started burning in her chest. She had no time for such an old-fashioned way of thinking, she needn’t prove herself to them she’d been invited here and that was enough. Still they’d manage to plant a small seed of doubt in her mind.
“I hope I never see another Kenobi again,” She decided and the boy laughed loudly at that.
“I understand that sentiment,” He agreed, mirth still sparkling in his eyes, “By the way, the name’s Cody.”
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Riding the train had been exciting, looking up at the castle had been extraordinary, but standing next to her peers waiting to be shepherded through the doors to the great hall was as nerve wracking as it could get.
Cody, who she’d written to a few times to test her new owl, Sundari, had explained a lot of wizard things, especially the sorting. Cody laughed at her on the train and said if there was any way she was anything, but a Ravenclaw he’d eat every vomit flavored jelly bean in Honeydukes. She was still nervous though, and as the time crept closer even Cody looked a little pale.
The doors swung open suddenly and they followed the prefects inside, each student taking a moment to admire the starry night sky, before they stopped before the stool with the old sorting hat resting upon it. Cody had mentioned that they changed up the order of ceremony a lot, sometimes they’d go in alphabetical order or the reverse. Or they’d just go at random, Satine hoped that whatever way they went she’d be one of the first to get things over with.
So of course, it was her luck when they decided to go in alphabetical order anyways. Cody was called before her of course. His name was spoken loudly and it made it easy to pick out his older brother, and fourth year, Hevy who cheered embarrassingly loudly for his little brother. Cody stepped up onto the stage and sat on the stool, the hat barely sat on his head for a moment before shouting out for Gryffindor. The red and gold table cheered loudly, and Cody was smothered in a headlock by his brother as soon as he reached it.
Satine waited patiently as names were called all the way through J and readied herself for the K’s before suddenly the man up front started calling for Z’s. She felt a spark of indignant rage as they started going in reverse which would leave her as one of the last to go, she cursed her own luck as she tried and failed to not look a little grumpy.
Finally, finally her own name rang out over the crowd, and she heard some cheering from the direction of Gryffindor table as she stepped up shakily onto the stage. The hat was dropped over her eyes and she heard its voice speak through her own thoughts.
“Oh, quite right, with a mind like this it can only be,”
“RAVENCLAW!” The hat was removed from her head and she looked across the large room to see the dark blue and silver table cheering passionately for their new member. She felt something warm settle over her as she walked over to the table and was patted on the back and high-fived all the way to her seat. She’d worried a bit about belonging, but to think her place in this school had been so easily found made her grin widely. She sat down and had a minute to collect herself while they called the next student, and then maybe she could start making friends with the other Ravenclaw first years-
“Obi-Wan Kenobi!”
At first, she’d thought she was imagining the hush that crossed the room at that name given her own ears suddenly seemed muffled. She threw her gaze onto the stage as a boy with perfectly styled hair, and finely pressed robes walked poised up the steps to the stage. The words of the older Kenobi’s, who could only be his parents, rang in her ears as she frantically made eye contact with Cody over at the Gryffindor table, who gave her a worried look and a shrug. They both turned back to the stage and waited for the final verdict of who would have to put up with the son of the most pretentious wizarding family in England.
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When Obi-Wan Kenobi had first gotten his letter to Hogwarts, he’d reacted with the poise and manners that his mother had instilled in him since he was born.
“Your letter came today,” His mother had said, handing it over to him, “When your father gets home from work today, he will once again tell you what you are expected to do,” Obi-Wan didn’t spare a glance at the letter, instead keeping direct eye-contact with her.
“Yes Mother,” He replied as he had been instructed to do and she nodded in acknowledgement.
“Now leave me to my work, you may have the afternoon to reflect,” He gave her a short bow in thanks and used every ounce of willpower not to scurry out of the room. Once his mother was out of sight though, he let all pretenses drop and all but ran to his bedroom.
Throwing himself onto his bed (he mentally noted to remake it before his mother saw the wrinkles) he hugged the letter delicately to his chest and grinned in absolute elation.
He’d been dreaming about this moment for as long as he could remember, memories of bedtime stories from his parents, before they’d deemed him too old, about their own time at the school. The absolute honor that they felt having been chosen for Slytherin and how one day he too would get to experience it. He’d dreamed of the green and silver robes when he was a child, but as years passed and his responsibilities around the house grew and grew, he found himself these days just dreaming of the school itself.
He chided himself for thinking that way, but if he were honest with himself about his own selfish desires, he was wishing these days about being away from this house and away from the people within it. He knew he’d never escape the demands of his family and he would be foolish to ever try, but he certainly wouldn’t mind them not breathing down his neck every moment of the day.
Once again he shook his head, banishing the thoughts, he knew he was lucky to be a Kenobi such thoughts about his parents he really shouldn’t consider. They’d given him all the finest toys as a child, and on his 6th birthday when they’d swapped out all his toys for fancy robes, they’d gotten him only the best, plus, he remembered with excitement, they’d let him choose one sweet from Sugarplum’s and didn’t even bother to remind him that boys should not have such a fondness for chocolate.
This year, on his eleventh birthday, they’d given him the greatest gift a wizard could ever receive, he turned over on his bed eyeing the sleek Elder wand on his bedside table. It had been darkened with a varnish and there was a real strip of silver winding around the grip. It was his prized possession.
The reminder of the wand brought him back to the letter still gripped tightly in his hands. Gently he peeled back the wax seal, and pulled out the parchment within. He didn’t need to read the letter, already knowing exactly what it said, but that didn’t stop him from reading his name over and over again, wanting to memorize the script in case he was in a dream he would wake up from.
He eventually left the letter and the list, tucked back inside the envelope, on his nightstand. It was rare he had the afternoon off from chores or some sort of manners lesson, so he would be foolish to waste it daydreaming. He remade his bed, sheets perfectly smooth, and sat at his desk pulling out his father’s old transfiguration textbook for the hundredth time, flipping it back to page one.
***                                            
When Professor Windu called his name, it all became real to him. He ignored the hushed whisper that fell across the hall, his parent’s reminders to stand up straight and walk with purpose echoing loudly in his head as he started forward. His palms were sweating, but he ignored it in favor of schooling his expression to be neutral, his eyebrows pulled together slightly as the whispers got louder and the hat stared at him funny, but his father's disappointed tone smoothed his expression once more. Once he had sat down on the stool, facing the audience, he knew from experience he did not look any part nervous.
“Well, well a Kenobi, welcome back,” the hat spoke as it slid down over his eyes. It was silent for much longer than he’d expected and he fought the urge to fidget, “You seem to think you’ll be assigned to Slytherin,” The hat commented finally.
“I’m a Kenobi,” He thought back as if it was obvious, “My place is in Slytherin, like my family before me,” The hat hummed which felt very odd, like a vibration through his skull.
“Your family has fit into the Slytherin name for generations,” The hat agreed and Obi-Wan mentally agreed with satisfaction.
Yes, he was certainly on his way to following the guides his father had set up for him, he’d be a Slytherin and make friends within it, work towards becoming a legislator and-
“It’s my place to determine where you will succeed,” The hat interrupted his thoughts to muse once more, “I think the best place for you would be-”
“RAVENCLAW!”
***                                            
The hat had been silent for so long Satine had been starting to wonder if something was wrong. So, when the announcement had finally been made, she jumped in surprise before the words really registered within her mind.
“Ravenclaw,” She echoed in surprise, and the realization finally dawned on her. She watched as the pristine boy walked down from the stage, he still looked bland and neutral almost like he was bored by the whole thing and it made Satine rather mad. When he passed by her she ignored him, she would not cheer for someone like Kenobi. She did make eye contact with Cody again who seemed very surprised about something, but she would not have time to bother him about it now. The feast was beginning and even her disdain for Kenobi would have to wait until after such a marvelous feast was enjoyed.
***                                            
The feast was everything he dreamed it would be, but he found himself staring at his empty plate rather than gathering anything for himself. The Silver plate was almost right, but the blue table cloth just kept the hat’s voice echoing in his head, ‘Ravenclaw!’
Him? A Ravenclaw, that hat had to be daft, and likely had it out for him, seeing as how his parents may actually kill him for this. It wasn’t even his first day here and he’d already failed them. Surely, he’d be forced to polish every single one of his fathers awards next time he was home. For this he may even have to shine all the dishes too. Though, he supposed, he’d be lucky if they didn’t lock him up in his room all winter break.
Him, A Ravenclaw! Sure, he liked learning, but didn’t that show his ambition? That was a Slytherin trait, right? And he supposed resourcefulness and creativity could be seen as similar traits. Maybe it was because he wouldn’t describe himself as cunning, but he couldn’t really see himself as witty either.
He noticed suddenly that there were eyes on him. He looked up from the table, suddenly realizing where he was and made automatic eye contact with a girl across the table from him. She was also a first-year judging by her robes, she had hair the color of wheat and eyes the color of the sky which she was using to glare at him now that she had his attention.
“Um, hello there,” He greeted, nearly biting off his own tongue for using a filler word, his father would really have his head come winter break, if this was the path he’d be going down.
“Don’t tell me you’re not planning to eat anything,” Her voice was filled with fire, “You know that’s quite rude,” He didn’t know what had provoked her, but he did realize that perhaps what she said may be true.
“Well, it’s not really your business, but I’ve no appetite this evening,” He retorted, but still glanced at the feast around him for something to take, he didn’t want to offend the staff. He reached for a roll, but suddenly the food vanished and the desserts appeared.
“Serves you right,” She said, before ignoring him in place of spooning pudding onto her own plate.
Obi-Wan stared at the desserts lining the table, there were many he’d always wanted to try and his eyes kept coming back to the chocolate pudding. He caught himself mentally begging the girl to call him out again as an excuse to have some, but she didn’t, so he just stared off across the room at the Slytherin table and listened to his mother’s voice echoing in his head.
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AN: here’s the first chapter for “the ripple effect”, story by myself (I’m still under anesther on AO3/tumblr) and character designs by @queenofthelanternfish. the pinned post gives the gist of it, and the note on AO3 adds further detail, so make sure to check AO3 more.
Title: The Ripple Effect
Characters: Entrapta, Hordak, Odessa (fanchild)
Pairing: Entrapdak, features other canon couples
Rating: M
Read on AO3.
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Entrapta breathes in the air, chest lifting from the inhale, “Wow, I forgot how fresh Etheria smells.”
Hordak looks at Odessa, “How are your olfactory senses?”
Odessa gives a delicate sniff, “Normal functioning. The medicine is working.”
“Good. The last time we arrived, you could not stop sneezing.”
Entrapta sits on her hair, the strands extending out in long strides, keeping up with her family. Readying the map, she gushes, “You had the cutest little sneeze.”
“I hate sneezing,” Odessa frowns. “It’s torture.”
“That’s why Hordak and I made sure you’re well this time! It should last the duration of our stay.”
Odessa nods, still tentative about breathing. Etheria is beautiful, but she could do without the pollen.
Sunlight streams down from the heavens, the sky melting with brilliant colors. Imp’s shadow skirts across their forms as he mimics various sounds, with Emily rolling in front of them. 
Birdsong is foreign to her ears, no matter how often they visit; too used to the whirs and clanking of a laboratory and makeshift garage. Fauna and flora tread through their environment, teeming with powerful magic. As they proceed through the woods, she collects a sample of glowing energy, handing it to her mother for future study, to see how well Etheria continues to fare.
She has come here only a few times in her life, at the behest that she visits her parents’ friends and acquaint herself with her Etherian half. She doesn’t mind, but when you’ve traveled beyond stars and suns, Etheria is welcoming as much as she supposes it can.
She does find Bright Moon pretty, at least. Though it could be grungier.
She takes her time as her parents and siblings continue on, being warmly received by the king and queen of Bright Moon. She stares out at the Whispering Woods, crossing the bridge in silence.
“Imp has gotten big!” Bow says, patting the top of his head. Smiling at the happy sound of purring, he addresses Hordak, “We didn’t think he could age.”
Hordak shrugs, “Neither did we, but we’ve been checking his growth spurts for the last year or so.”
Coming into view, Glimmer greets Odessa, “Hey! How have you been?”
She smiles lightly, “I have been well, thank you.”
Bow pats her shoulder, “You’ve gotten tall, too! Last I saw you, you were at my waist.” He grins slyly. “Have your parents been feeding you experimental science food?”
“The occasional amniotic fluid is dropped atop my meals, but I did get this new port inserted into my back,” she replies, grinning wide while turning around to show them.
“Oh my!” Glimmer says, glancing at her parents, then back at her. Clearly perturbed. “Did it hurt?”
“No, my parents are very accurate with surgical tools. Except for that one time…”
Glimmer and Bow exchange worried glances.
Odessa smiles, palms up, “I’m kidding.”
Glimmer and Bow laugh, albeit oddly.
“You don’t think I would endanger my child, do you?” Hordak asks, smirking.
“No, no!” they say together, waving their hands.
Entrapta wraps her arms around their shoulders, shoving them into each other, “It’s actually a very simple procedure! Would you two be interested?”
With an appropriate amount of vehemence, they decline the offer. The group chats about the latest changes in Etherian politics, culture, festivities, and other miscellaneous details. Odessa listens partially, more interested in Imp scaling the walls, letting her thoughts wander.
The halls have been painted differently, and the rest has been decorated with various plants and statues. It’s not as sparse as she saw it before. It lends to a softer appearance, though she doesn’t mind it being empty.
“How has your education been going, Odessa?” Glimmer asks.
“Excellent,” Odessa answers.
Entering a spare room, furnished with soft pastel cushions, a lounge chair, also adorned with pillows, and a futon for laying out, Odessa sits herself on the closest seat by the door. Imp settles beside her, with Emily taking the spot behind and spinning in place.
“What else has been going on with you?” Bow asks. He gestures to the table, where a spread of food and drink has been displayed. “Did you pick up anything new?”
“I have increased my focus on herpetology for the moment,” she says, taking a cup of tea. Sipping it, she bites down distaste, and dumps six sugar cubes in it.
Curious, his eyes light up, “Ohh, what’s that?”
“The study of snakes,” Odessa says. Not caring about the droop in his features, she continues. “And I’ve been increasing my wet specimen collection.”
Glimmer raises a brow, “Is that the hobby you have where you put… things in jars?”
“Yes!” Odessa replies, excited. “I managed to get a good one on the last planet we visited. It’s hard to find a decent fetus.”
“Her collection is fascinating,” Entrapta agrees. “There are so many creatures she has managed to acquire. There’s this giant spider she has in a jar with mandibles the size of your forearm!”
“That is your largest at the moment,” Hordak says to Odessa, propping an arm on his knee.
“I’m hoping to get a bigger specimen soon,” Odessa says. She turns to Glimmer and Bow, grin coming back. “There’s a planet in the nearest sector that has some of the most venomous species you can find. I hope to find one there.”
“Well, I hope you succeed,” Glimmer giggles, nodding despite her stomach churning. 
Bow smiles through the pain, but he adds, “My dads have expanded their library to include other subjects aside from First Ones artifacts. You can go there if you want to ask them anything at all.”
“Really? Thanks!” Odessa says. Maybe this trip will be fruitful. She turns to her parents, “Oh, while I’m here, I was wondering when I could—”
“Mama, Papa, are you in here?”
Odessa turns, finding the princess at the door.
“Aurora! There you are. Our guests arrived,” Glimmer says, waving a hand in their direction.
“Oh, hello!” she replies, bowing her head.
Odessa and her family rise in respect, returning the bow.
“I’m glad to see you again,” Aurora says, giving a genteel smile. “Was your trip well?”
“Yes,” Odessa answers.
Entrapta nods vigorously, “We had a great trip!”
“That’s good to hear,” Aurora says. She looks at her parents, “Mama, I was going to ask you if it was all right for me to go out.”
Glimmer grins at her, “You don’t have to ask me to go places!”
She smiles, hands folded in front of her, “I thought I would anyway.”
Bow nods, “Of course you can go out. Are you going to visit people?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you take Odessa with you? I’m sure she’d like to see everyone.”
Aurora’s brow gives the barest twitch. 
Odessa keeps her face neutral, turning to her own folks, “Would that be fine with you?”
“Sure!” Entrapta says. “Bring back anything interesting!”
Hordak nods his approval, smiling at her.
With that, the two girls exit the room together, going left, where they had all arrived from.
Neither of them speak, minding their own business. Aurora and she are both sixteen, though Odessa is older by almost four months. Their strides even, they walk in silence.
Aurora brushes her hair away. Glancing at the other royal, she asks, “How long will you be here for?”
“No longer than six weeks.”
Satisfied with the answer, they part in opposite directions.
Odessa heads out of the palace, coming to the bridge. Bringing out her tracker pad, the map coming to the screen, she sends a message out to two people. Then she continues out into the woods.
                                                               -
Plumeria is as pollen-ridden as ever. Giving a small sniff, Odessa pushes back large leaves. Coming to the center of it, the Heart-Blossom thrums with magic. It’s risen higher, standing above the rest of the kingdom. Walking through the trees, she is greeted by a few villagers.
Heading further out, she notes the additions of homes with sturdier foundations. Approaching a door she’s knocked on before, she grins when it opens, “Hi!”
Hydrangea shouts, “Odessa!” Wrapping her arms around her friend, squeezing tight, she kisses her cheeks in delight. “Oh my gosh, you’re here sooner than I thought!”
“Helps to have a hyperdrive.”
“Mom! Mom, Odessa’s here!”
There’s a loud crash, followed by apologetic mumblings. Scorpia comes from behind the wall, a wide grin spreading her face, the pink of her gums revealed, “Oooh, Odessa! There you are!”
“Hi, Scorpia,” she says, fully awaiting the crushing blow of her hugs, closing her eyes. She opens an eyelid, “What are you doing?”
Scorpia’s claws touch each other, looking unsure, “Do you want a hug? You’re older now, I’ve heard teenagers hate it.”
“I didn’t travel across the universe to not get a Scorpia Hug,” Odessa says, opening her arms wide. “Bring it in, dang it!”
Obliging, Scorpia crushes her daughter and her friend’s child in her arms. Shaking them to and fro, Scorpia says, “Okay good! Apparently, only you and Gea are into hugs at this stage.”
“I don’t let just anyone hug me,” Odessa explains. “You’re an exception.”
Cooing, tears in her eyes, Scorpia hugs Odessa tighter. Setting her down, she holds her hands in her pincers, “It’s so good to see you again! How have you been?”
“I’ve been alright,” Odessa replies, knowing she’s going to have to answer that several more times during her visit. Small talk is about as entertaining as a needle in your spine. She should know—not a single person she’s done it to liked it. Though, those same people would likely prefer casual conversation to a lumbar puncture. Entering the small home, a hearth holds a fire in its maw, the scent of stew wafting in her nostrils, much more pleasant. Nearby, a table contains herbal teas, a pestle and mortar resting beside dried flowers, fruits and seeds. She catches the smell of sugar, eager, “Are those what I think they are?”
Hydrangea smiles, “You bet! They’re about done. Come here, sit down, get comfy.”
Taking a chair, Odessa leans over the table, making mental records of the items on the table. She looks up at Scorpia, “Were you two busy?”
“Nope! We were tidying up a little so you wouldn’t find a mess when you got here, but you beat us to it.”
“It’s not messy.”
“Oh, good.” Relieved, Scorpia heads into the kitchen, hearing the ding of the oven. “I’ll be back.”
Hydrangea locks her fingers together, scales dappled by light outside. Chin resting on them, she asks, “Have you been here long?”
“No more than an hour or two.”
“I’m glad you’re back. I missed you!”
“I missed you too,” Odessa says, smiling.
Scorpia and her daughter, Hydrangea, are a handful of individuals that she is always thrilled to see. She converses with them through the complex network of telecommunication systems that her parents had installed before they had gone out to explore the universe.
Hydrangea’s bubbly demeanor makes her easy to be around, similar to her mothers. They were different in nearly every aspect of personality and interest, but they were together all the time when she would visit. Scorpia had been ecstatic to see them getting along, and Entrapta had said that the likelihood of their babies being fond of each other was high from the start.
Whether it was true or not, Odessa enjoyed having Hydrangea’s company regardless.
Scorpia returns, holding a plate, “Here you go! Be careful, they’re hot.”
Eyes alight, Odessa takes a peach muffin in her hands. Without a second thought, she takes a large bite. The heat and flavor coat her tongue, sending happy tingles down her back.
“Doesn’t it burn?” Hydrangea asks.
“It’s a good burn,” she says, licking the sugar dust from her fingers.
Scorpia sits across from her, “I’m glad you still like them! Did you not eat?”
“I had tea at Bright Moon,” Odessa replies, polishing off the wrapper of the first. Reaching for another, she says, “But I wanted to come over here. I knew you two would feed me.”
Hydrangea gives her a playful shove, “Des, you’re incorrigible.”
“No, I’m hungry,” she says. Looking around, she raises a brow, “Where’s Perfuma?”
“She had a meeting to go to, but she should be back in the evening.”
“Is she avoiding me?” Odessa smirks, suspicions confirmed.
“What?! No!” Scorpia waves her claws. “She wouldn’t avoid a person.”
Hydrangea places a forefinger to her chin, “Well, maybe a little. You did start a fire last time you were here.”
“I said sorry for that. I repaired the damage,” Odessa says. “How was I supposed to know that the drone was going to blow up? By all accounts, it shouldn’t have.”
“Fair, but you know how Plumerians are. We’re not exaaaactly known for being open to new inventions.”
Odessa keeps from rolling her eyes, “I’ll apologize to her again, if she likes. I brought a peace offering too. And, really, she’s acting like I burned the whole forest when it was just a small fire that erupted from the machine.”
Scorpia shakes her head, patting Odessa on the hand, “I know, little beetle. I think it just bothered her how it happened.”
“I promise I’m not going to do anything this time. I really thought the drone would deposit seeds more efficiently.”
Scorpia and Hydrangea nod, knowing she had good intentions. It was strange, but Perfuma held onto this grudge for a while longer than normal. It wouldn’t come up in conversation, and she appeared to have moved on, but when it was announced that Entrapta’s family would be visiting, Perfuma had been a little cold to the idea. And she left just shortly before Odessa had arrived.
Finishing up, Scorpia gathers the plates, “She is running around doing errands for right now. You can give her your gift when you come back tonight. I’m excited to see your parents!”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Agreeing, belly full, Odessa stands up, looking at Hydrangea. “Ready?”
“Yes! See you later, Mom!” Hydrangea tells Scorpia.
“Bye, girls!”
With that, she and Hydrangea go out of the hut. Trekking through the vast underbrush, the two come to a small portal, meant for planetary travel and nothing else. Rushing over, Odessa types in their coordinates. Hydrangea quietly squeals, palms put together.
They walk into a whirling mass of energy and heat. Stepping out, they inhale briny gusts, seagulls cawing overhead. In front of them stands a young man with arms folded, a cool look on his face.
“Tristan,” Odessa greets, expression equally frigid.
“Odessa,” he replies.
They stare for a moment. Then burst into laughter. He rushes over, grabbing her head in a tight lock, “You’re getting slow!”
“And you still never think!” Odessa yells, reaching around to pinch the nerve at the back of his knee. Flipping him over, she stands over him, giving a toothy grin. “See?”
Laughing, he takes her offered hand, “It’s good to see you! I’ve been so bored.”
“Aw, do you and Gea not hang out?” she asks.
“Of course we do,” Hydrangea says, rising on her toes to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. “It’s just been a while since the three of us have been together. This is so wonderful!”
“Yeah, let’s go!” Tristan says, breaking into a light jog. “I got my boat ready!”
The trio run toward the docked vessel. Jumping onto the deck, Hydrangea looks at Tristan, “Where to, Captain?”
“Ocean bound for now,” he says, untying it from its post. “That sound good?”
“Yeah!” is the cry from his mates, and the boat is loosened from its position, anchor sliding up from the water. The sails unfurl, and Tristan stands at the helm. The winds pick up, as he predicted, and with his call upon the seas, the ship begins to dart across the water, droplets of seawater splashing them.
Pumping her fist into the air, Odessa whoops, hair whipping past her. Looking over her shoulder at him, she shouts, “Can it go faster?”
Tristan’s mouth spreads into a wide, devilish grin. One hand on the wheel, he reaches forward, lifting up a small, inconspicuous lid near him. He reaches in, pressing something.
In a moment, their surroundings become nothing but ocean and sky. The scent of the sea rushes through her nostrils, her friends cheering along with her. Wild giggles burst from Hydrangea, as Tristan hollers at the top of his lungs.
Odessa’s smile widens, noticing the rocks jutting out from blue waters. Hydrangea and she exchange glances before turning to Tristan. His composure doesn’t falter, narrowing his eyes, daring unforgiving elements to destroy them.
Calling out instructions, the sail is lifted. Readying themselves, Hydrangea climbs to the top of the mainsail, yelling out caution for rocks he cannot see, gripping onto the solid rail. Odessa keeps the rope tight in her hands, in case he needs more wind. Tristan steers through the rocks, seafoam crashing against stone and metal.
The sound of air in her ears drowns out all sound, the vessel cutting through water. Veering sharp turns, sea spray hits them. Rocks pass by in narrow pathways, so close Odessa could reach out to touch them. Then as quickly as they arrived, they propel through into the clear open sea.
Hydrangea comes down from her perch, laughing with Odessa. Tristan wears a contented grin, easing the speed to a more leisurely pace.
Sunlight dazzles upon the water, its light dancing on their forms. Odessa brushes away loose hairs, locking both of them in her arms, happy to see them again.
                                                                 -
“That’s cool you went to Pilan,” Tristan says, taking a sip of his drink. “You’d been wanting to be there for a few years.”
Odessa waves at the waiter through the crowd. Her own beverage now refilled, she takes a large bite out of her food. Swallowing, she nods, “I know. I didn’t think we’d be able to get there before coming back to Etheria.”
Hydrangea leans back against the seat. Not bothering with her fork, she picks up a strawberry slice from her salad, “It wasn’t too far from your last stop.”
“Yes, but my father likes to keep a tight schedule, if he can. Mom’s more lenient but you know him.”
Joking, she asks, “Is he still a grumpy cactus?”
“He wouldn’t be my father if he wasn’t,” Odessa replies, affection in her tone.
Tristan pats his chest, releasing a light burp. Relaxing back, he adds, “That’s true. Apples don’t fall far from the tree—I saw you when someone woke you up too early.”
Odessa mimics his motion, giving a belch of her own, “And you never bothered me in the morning again.”
“You two are gross,” Hydrangea tells them, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
“You love us,” Tristan says, waggling his eyebrows.
“Do I?” She shakes her head at them, despite smiling. “It’s hard to tell sometimes.”
“If you didn’t, you’d have left,” Odessa chimes in. Then, looking at Tristan, she raises a brow, leering at him. “Although, she must tolerate you more than I do, because there is no way I would have allowed you to grow that on your face if I was home.”
Crossing his arms, Tristan flushes, “I can do what I want.”
“It looks like a fuzzy caterpillar is above your lip,” Odessa teases. She turns in her spot, grabbing his face to inspect it better. “Seriously, who said it was a good idea to let you grow a moustache.”
“I’ll have you know,” Tristan pushes Odessa away, touching the small hairs with his finger. “That everyone on my dad’s side can grow decent moustaches. Mine’s just taking a little bit…”
“I’ll say. You won’t have one like Seahawk’s until you’re 80.”
Huffing, Tristan sticks his tongue out at her.
Hydrangea waves her left hand, “I’m sure you’ll eventually get it! Although, it has been three months…”
Odessa snorts, cackling, “What? Three months and that’s it?”
Tristan glares at her, “I’m a late bloomer with this!”
“Riiiiiight. And I’m growing one out too, can’t you tell?”
Sinking into his seat, Tristan looks away, annoyed.
Hydrangea tilts her head to try and meet his gaze, “We don’t think it’s stupid.”
“I do,” Odessa says.
At Hydrangea’s disapproving stare, Odessa shrugs.
“You can grow it out if you want to. There’s nothing wrong with growing it out,” Hydrangea assures him.
“If you’re fine looking like that,” Odessa adds. Then she winces, a sharp kick delivered to her leg. Glaring at her friend, who gives an icy stare in turn, she relents, “B-But I more mean, well, I don’t think it suits you, is all.”
Tristan pouts further, bottom lip sticking out.
“Come on, Tris, I’m sorry,” Odessa says, hand to her chest. “I promise it’s not bad.”
He glances at her, “Really?”
“Yeah! It’s just been a while since I’ve been home. It’ll grow in. I couldn’t help teasing you.”
Sitting back up, Tristan keeps his arms folded, “Okay… Are you sure it’s fine?”
“Yep,” Odessa lies.
Pleased with the encouragement, Tristan resumes eating. Odessa almost exhales in relief. She forgets he can be pretty sensitive about his appearances. At his slowly improving mood, Odessa glances at Hydrangea, who takes a sip of her tea with demurely closed lashes. When she looks up, Odessa narrows her eyes.
She’s ignored. Hydrangea changes the topic of conversation, and the feeling of the trio goes back to lighter, informal chit chat. Odessa sighs internally. She knows she can be difficult with her inability to tell even the smallest fib, but damn, she didn’t have to kick that hard.
Meal finished, Tristan goes to pay while Odessa and Hydrangea leave the establishment.
Hydrangea raises a brow, “When are you going to learn to not say rude things?”
“Never,” replies Odessa. She shoves her, a little more roughly than usual. “And you didn’t have to kick.”
“You weren’t getting the hint. I would rather Tristan not break down in tears in public.”
“Ugh, he wouldn’t cry in public. He keeps that bottled in.”
“Until you go too far,” Hydrangea elbows her in the ribs. “Can’t you be supportive?”
“Gea, you know I have a hard time lying! You may as well tell me to hold my breath forever—it can’t be done.”
Sighing, she admits, “I know, I know, you’re not good with lying. But think of it as… omitting information, for right now.”
“Fine, I won’t be mean to him. In public,” she adds.
“Odessa…”
“Fine. I won’t be mean to him about his stupid moustache. Although, I will blame you for letting it happen.”
Hydrangea gives a smile, “Okay, that’s fair. He just looked so excited, I couldn’t talk him out of it.”
“That's why I’m here to convince him otherwise.”
“Ah-bup-bup-bup!” Hydrangea wags her finger. “No. He will learn, on his own time, it’s not a good look.”
Heaving a long, exasperated sigh, Odessa watches Tristan walk over to them. Deciding it’s time to go home, they sail back to Salineas. Once there, they dock the ship, though Tristan doesn’t start heading down the pier.
“What’s up? It’s getting late,” Odessa says.
“I haven’t seen you in forever, I’m not leaving yet. Besides, it’s boring at home,” Tristan tells her.
The three head to the portal. Putting in their destination, they are greeted by Odessa’s family in front of its arch. 
Entrapta waves at them enthusiastically, “Hey! There you are.”
“Hi, Mom. Were you waiting?”
“No, we are on the way to Scorpia’s! Hydrangea, Tristan, hi!”
Returning the greeting, Hydrangea is pulled forward by Entrapta’s hair, her recorder in hand, “Tell me, since we’re here, how is the portal functioning?”
“Oh! It’s still in top-notch shape,” she answers, stepping awkwardly forward as she keeps up with the tech princess.
“Hey, Hordak,” Tristan says, coming up to him.
“Hello, Tristan. I trust you have been in good health.”
“Yeah, I have. The additions to my boat have been awesome!”
Hordak smiles, “Good. Is the speed to your liking?”
“Absolutely,” Tristan says. “Odessa can confirm.”
She nods, “It was a really impressive ride. You two made that heap of junk into a new machine.”
Tristan turns back to Hordak, chatting away with him about increasing the boat’s capabilities, while Hydrangea continues to converse with Entrapta.
It makes her think of when they were little. Her friends, she knew, were viewed as an extension of herself, and thus, they were treated accordingly by her parents. But she also was aware of the mutual esteem they had for her friends. Entrapta and Hordak were encouraging in her decisions to expand her social circle, but they also were the sort to be intolerant toward bad friendships. And by ‘they’ she means her father, who is far from willing to watch her be taken advantage of.
Scorpia is waiting in front of the hut, waving a large claw at them. Entrapta and Hordak are squeezed tightly against her chest once they’re in range, “Hi, lovebirds!”
“Hey, Scorpia! What’s new with you?” Entrapta asks, being set down.
“Oh, we’ve been busy! There are lots of new homes here, we’re expanding a little further south.”
Odessa goes to the nearest corner with Hordak, the two settling down on the couch. Tristan and Hydrangea discuss their own plans and time with each other, as Entrapta catches up with Scorpia.
Odessa glances at her father, “How’d it go with the king and queen?”
“Glimmer and Bow were welcoming, as normal. We discussed their latest plans for Etheria, and your mother and I said we would offer our services for anything technology-based.”
She nods, reaching toward the platter of cookies left on the table.
“How long were you with Aurora?”
“No longer than five minutes. Then I went to see Tris and Gea,” she replies. She glances at him, “You don’t mind?”
“Of course not. You are free to befriend who you want,” Hordak says, patting her shoulder.
Smiling at him, she turns in her seat, “Dad, by the way, I had some ideas while we’re here. I wanted to go to the Crimson Waste and get some specimens to dissect.”
“Does it include Etherian corpses?”
“Not corpses, per se. And I’m not grave-robbing. I wanted to find some old bodies to study.”
Hordak nods, “You’ll have more luck in the southern region. Will your friends be accompanying you?”
“I’ll ask them later, but for now, I’m going to assume no.”
“Would you want your mother and I to come?”
“That’d be cool!” she says, eyes bright.
He smiles at her, “We’d be delighted to ‘not grave-rob’ with you.”
Perfuma had sent a message saying she’ll be busy tonight. Despite that, the evening passed without any other event, and they all enjoyed each other’s company.
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Odessa turns over a large boulder, “I thought for sure I’d find a body somewhere by now.”
“Your father said that it’s possible it’s changed again since we’ve last been here.”
Odessa knows this is correct. Sometime ago, during another expedition, they had learned that several oases had cropped up within the Crimson Waste. This makes searching for corpses, be it animal or Etherian, harder to acquire; in spite of its still severe temperature and environment, the organisms that called this territory home have been thriving since She-Ra and her parents aided them to harness magic in the sandy dunes.
“I suppose I should call it a day,” Odessa says, touching her chin. She glances at her mother, “But perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to explore for another hour or three.”
Entrapta grins, “Yeah, let’s keep looking!”
Splitting off into opposite directions, Odessa walks further along rocky terrain. She pauses when she finds Hordak gazing down at the dirt. Approaching him, Odessa looks at the Horde helmet beneath his feet, uncovered from years of being buried in sand; timeless and haunting.
Kneeling, Hordak lifts it up to inspect. He sighs.
“Dad, you know you can’t ruminate over it,” Odessa says, touching his shoulder.
“I do,” Hordak replies, wiping the surface, though there’s no sheen left to it. “I have tried to make peace with it, and for the most part, I have managed to move on from my mistakes.”
Odessa’s brow knit together. She’s never liked when he thinks too deeply about his past in the Horde, and the ramifications of it. Staring at the helmet, sharp wings barely visible, she asks, “What was our species like?”
“Pardon?” Hordak asks, turning to her.
“Our species.”
Hordak’s eyes narrow, placing the helmet back down, “We were Horde Prime’s loyal servants and soldiers.”
“But is that it?”
“There’s nothing more that can be explained.”
“Everyone comes from somewhere, however,” Odessa explains, rising to full height as he does. “Do you know anything of our species before Horde Prime decided to conquer other planets?”
Hordak’s expression falters. A scowl lining his features. “No.”
Odessa notes the tension in his shoulders. She asks, quietly, “Was that never a subject that was discussed?”
“Never,” Hordak answers, reaching down. He yanks up a bird corpse, still fairly preserved. Holding it out to her, he awaits her decision.
Satisfied, Odessa places it in a plastic bin. Never…? It’s hard to believe. She looks at him, “I know that Horde Prime could control you through possession via hivemind. But I find it interesting he never gave inkling to times before that. Were you always a colonizing species?”
Hordak stares at his child, “Truthfully, I don’t know.”
“Why?”
He sighs, discomfort settling in his chest. “Information about our kind is not an aspect of ourselves we own. When I was created, I hadn’t been alive as long as the others. For me, there was Horde Prime. And only him. However, there are clones who are on Etheria, or have left to travel the universe, that might have knowledge on the subject.”
Carrying her bin, Odessa and Hordak meet up with her mother, who had found other bodies to dissect, including an Etherian corpse of someone who had similarities to Double Trouble’s structure. A good haul. It may not be the most ethical activity, but she can’t very well open up living people.
Walking beside Entrapta, Odessa turns to her, “Mom, I have a question.”
“Ask away!”
“What do you know of Dad’s species?”
Entrapta’s brow furrows as well, confusion on her features. She sits back on her hair, scuttling along the dirt, “Nothing, aside from what we know involving Horde Prime.”
“Dad said the same thing. But there has to be knowledge from before that.”
“We never uncovered anything about Horde Prime that way. His species competed with the First Ones in expanding their respective sides throughout the universe. But there was never anything to suggest what life was like for your father’s species prior to the Horde. He was always there, as your father puts it.”
“Don’t you ever wonder why though?”
“Sure! All the time!” Entrapta replies.
Odessa smiles at her, “Then wouldn’t it be prudent to figure out what we can? Even a little research is important.”
“Ooh, we could collect fascinating data that way!” Entrapta says. Then she stares at Hordak’s retreating form. “What did your father say to you, when you asked?”
“Same things as you. Except he doesn’t sound as enthusiastic.”
Entrapta frowns a little, unsure.
“If it makes you feel better,” Odessa adds. “He did tell me some of his brothers might know, and to try there first.”
“That sounds like a good start!” Entrapta agrees, not feeling as bad now. She is the sort to pursue new, untapped discoveries, but Hordak’s found his past shameful and a source of great regret, one he still has never recovered from completely. If he gave Odessa the suggestion, then it’s likely he doesn’t mind her asking. She has always wanted to know. But not at his expense.
Grinning at Odessa, she says, “We’ll see who can help us!”
Odessa looks ahead, a cloud passing above them.
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“Hey, are you okay?” Hydrangea asks.
Odessa stares out the window, chin resting on the back of her hand. She glances at her, “I’m thinking.”
“You’re always thinking,” Tristan adds. “What’s on your mind?”
“I’ve been thinking about my family. Not the Etherian one. My father’s side.”
“Are your uncles doing alright?” Hydrangea asks. “Do they need help with anything?”
“No, they’re all doing splendid. I mean that I’m curious about them, beyond what I already know.”
Tristan and Hydrangea glance at each other. He steps forward, “What do you want to know?”
“I want to know where we come from. Why we did what we did,” Odessa spins on the ball of her foot, a sharp grin on her features. “And I want you two to help me find out what that is.”
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Hey 👋 Sterling said you might know about kudzu, it’s magical properties and uses. I’m also concerned about appropriation and don’t want to take from closed practices. Any insight would be much appreciated! Thanks 💜
Howdy hey!
I will preface this by saying that I actually don’t know much about kudzu specifically, because it hasn’t taken root (haha) in my area yet--but I can help you figure it out on your own!
I got into invasivecraft for two reasons: I’m a naturalist with great concern for the impact of invasive species, and I just wasn’t getting anywhere magically with familiar herbs and correspondences. I’d never seen anyone use invasive plants as invasives (ie, a spell bottle would call for mint, but the correspondences of the mint had no link to its growth as an invasive), and the potential appealed to me. I thought that, energetically and spiritually, these plants were probably hugely powerful; there was very little impeding their growth and spread physically, so what would stand up to them metaphysically?
My approach to invasivecraft is two-pronged, and involves science and spirit work. If neither of those is your strong suit, you may need to find your own approach, but if you’re down for at least one of them, my words might be useful.
So here’s the science portion.
To approach kudzu, I would recommend first getting to know the plant from a purely scientific perspective. Research its life cycle. Research its natural history. Learn everything you can about it.
While you’re reading, interact with the living plant. Harvest its parts. Dry it. Eat it. Make teas and tinctures. Burn it as incense. 
Disclaimer: Do all your research before putting anything in your mouth. Don’t eat or use parts of plants harvested near roads. Always be aware of the nearest water source; if you wouldn’t drink from it, don’t eat plants that were growing on its banks.
Get a pot of dirt and grow some kudzu. (And never ever ever ever keep that pot outdoors. Invasive plants are only to be grown indoors.) See if you can grow it from cuttings, or roots, or seeds. Observe how it grows. Observe how the leaves come in and the stems spread. Taste different parts of the plant in different stages of growth (if plant is safe to eat). Make notes. Make lots of notes. Absorb as many of the plant’s mundane aspects as you possibly can. 
Become an absolute expert on what kudzu looks, tastes, and smells like. Become an expert on where it came from and why it’s been so successful here. Read so many resources on it that you can start to tell that the author of website B clearly based their information off of what they read on website A. Read so much about it that it actually starts to bore you a little. 
As you are gaining this understanding of the plant, you will probably start to get a sense of what it might be “good” for magically. I did a decent breakdown here of how I find correspondences, using Giant African Land Snail as an example. Basically, I look at how the plant or animal was introduced to the ecosystem it’s disrupting, how it’s disrupted the ecosystem, and why it’s become so successful. This gives me context on how it became an Invasive Species, which gives me a sense of where its power lies in its new environment. Combine this with the knowledge of how the plant grows, and you will get a very good sense of how it does what it does--and how it might be able to help you.
Now comes the spirit work portion.
This part is based on some SPG among... frankly, I think a lot of people, which is the belief in big, archetypal entities that embody a species of plant or animal, representing all living and deceased members, embodying everything the species was, is, and will be. Some incorrectly refer to them as “totems”; I use the term “species-spirit”. 
So you will be meeting the species-spirit of kudzu.
How you go about doing this depends on your experience level and personal practice. If you’re already someone with spirit work experience, just do whatever you normally do to call on/summon/evoke/journey to meet a spirit, and go say hi. If you’re not experienced, you might find meditation--especially guided meditation--to be helpful. Look for one of those “find your spirit animal” ones; they’re appropriative and gross, but they have the same intent as what you’re trying to do.
Going off the example of GALS above, I firmly believe that imported snail shells from the species’ native region would be different energetically and in terms of magical potential than those collected from a region where it’s invasive. I feel that invasive species effectively have two species-spirits--one for the species as a native and one for the species as an invasive. I have only ever worked with Garlic-Mustard-the-Invasive-Species, and I imagine that Garlic-Mustard-the-Native-Species wouldn’t be anywhere near as haughty and stubborn. If you’re looking to unlock the species’ potential in the context of it being Invasive, you should study it and get to know its spirit there. So you may wish to specify that you’re seeking Kudzu-the-Invasive-Species.
So you’ve connected to the spirit of Kudzu. Now what?
Quite simply, start building a relationship with it. You’ve already gathered good information on kudzu; now it’s time to gather information on Kudzu.
Get a feel for its spirit. Is it loud and proud, or is it soft and sinister? Is it friendly? Is it rude? Does it address you in any particular way, and how does that make you feel? (ie, Garlic Mustard addresses me as “mammal”, which... is not wrong. And I’ve been called worse.) Does it want to be addressed in a particular way?
Talk to Kudzu about what it feels its strengths are. What does it feel comfortable helping you with? What does it think it will be best at? How does it think its parts can be best used? 
Ask what it wants from you, if anything. Does it want offerings? Does it want to be harvested in a particular way? Are certain parts of it off-limit for magical use? You may have gotten a sense for these things during the Scientific Approach, but really pursue them now. 
So that’s how I do things.
I look at invasivecraft as a way to find allies. As a descendant of immigrants and white settlers, I’m something of an invader myself in this land; I feel a kind of kinship with invasive species. Like them, I didn’t ask to be grown here, and I didn’t ask the generations that came before me to make such a terrible mess of things--but I’m here now, and I have resources at my disposal that I would be a fool not to use.
(Unlike every other invasive I’ve met, though, I do feel bad about the many “native species” that my ancestors have displaced, and I do try to minimize my impact on the ecosystem.)
When I do work with invasives, I’m not calling on the energy of the individual plant whose parts I use--I go straight to the species-spirit with whom I’ve made an alliance. When I use garlic mustard root in a spell to get a job, I ask Garlic Mustard to poison the soil for everyone but me. When I use its leaves for protection, I ask it to suffuse me with “bitterness” to discourage or even sicken things that may “eat” my growth. (Invasives do best with... “selfish” magic.) Each invasive I work with has its own unique alliance with me, and unique conditions for getting its help. 
Your experience, of course, could be quite different than mine. 
If you’d like to try my approach, by all means, do. I used to discourage people from working with invasives because of how powerful they are (and how uncaring they can frequently be), but so long as you take it slow and understand what you’re getting into, you should be fine.
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Trapper Mugo
Species: moth
Design based on (kind of): Brindled green moth
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Birthed at Highgrove but moved to Hallownest when fairly young, Mugo started taking interest in critters that lived there. Some time as a teen, he met the Hunter and the two talked about the journal. Mugo gave the hunters journal a try but quickly realized he has no thrill in killing the critters he encounters. Instead, he wanted to study them eventually started making traps and such to capture them instead, finding the cunning of the hunt to be more interesting than killing. Likewise, he liked exploring the flora and fauna of Hallownest. It use to be a lot more exciting before it all got infected...
As a young adult, Mugo found himself at the Colosseum of Fools during one of his travels. There, he met his future boss, Boss, a mechanic that works on the stage setup during the battles. She recognized his skills and understanding of critters so she hired him to capture and bring them for the coli fights She also build and provided mechanics for the traps needed. It was a learning experience but Mugo eventually grew to enjoy his job.
During one of the busy days at the Colosseum, he learned it was visited by the group of nobles called Magnolia family who stayed at the City of Tears at the time. He was curious about them as they come from the same kingdom where he use to live but has barely any memories of. Alyssum, a butterfly from the family, noticed him and the two started chatting when other nobles weren’t around. The two were completely different worlds so they just clicked in the conversations. Mugo was head over heals in love with Alyssum and she warmed up to him as well during the Magnolia family’s long stay at the city.
The two dated, meeting mostly at night and deep within the city on their own, just being in love. As the time went by, Alyssum started to try convince Mugo to come with her, become part of the Magnolia rule and family and live as a noble by her side at Highgrove. However, over time of the two dating, Mugo learned the family was rotten business and trouble so he kept refusing her offer, countering it with his that she should stay with him instead. Alyssum also refused, losing her patience, demanding for him to join her side, showing that she had no intentions in losing her status in a ruling family of another kingdom, claiming that her wishes should be final. This hurt Mugo but made it clear they will stick to their own viewpoints that gave more strains on their relationship that slowly started to fall apart.
Argument after the other, the two broke up on bad terms in a fight, Alyssum scaring his face with her magic as he tried to escape from her possessive act. Heartbroken and injured, Mugo retreated to lake of Unn for some time to be alone. They haven’t heard from one another in quite some time after that until Alyssum sent him a letter to meet her at the Crossroads as one last attempt of “mending” the relationship. Mugo never showed up. As things became hectic within Hallownest, Alyssum eventually left and Mugo hasn’t seen her since and many years passed...
Mugo fully focused on his hunting business, changing tactics, trapping and alike as things within the kingdom changed as well, filling his journal and notes with useful info about every beast and critter, their tricks, weaknesses and strengths and how to deal with them. He worked alone and did everything as a lone wolf unless the task requested a group work.
After meeting Rham and Yonna on the way back to Colosseum one day, he learned he missed companionship and friends, growing rather close to both, feeling welcome and happy for the first time in a long while.
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Characteristics:
+: Adaptable, intuitive, strong willed, helpful -: Withdrawn, vengeful, clings to the past, somewhat harsh n: cunning, fair, righteous 
Inventory:
Spendable/Consumable: 
Sweet root: A root equivalent of a sweet snack or an energy drink, depending on how much you eat it. It’s not very favorable but it’s VERY juicy and sweet! It’s like sugared water. Mugo LOVES these. Often replaces them for actual food which isn’t healthy.
Lifeblood gel: Made out of herbal roots, hot spring water and lifeblood seeds. It’s for external use ONLY and heals wounds faster~ Can’t mend any internal injuries though. Too much application might worsen the healing, especially if wounds aren’t properly cleaned first.
Spare Lifeblood seeds (for now): Because who doesn’t want to have the marks of the heretics around, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Known to drive regular bugs a little… ditsy or delusional if eaten raw. Good for internal injuries but one won’t be able to get back to their feet easy for few hours.
Sleeping Pollen: Collected from a specific plant, causes drowsiness or sleep when eaten or inhaled. Too much of it can knock out a person for hours.
Numbroot: Extremely bitter but nothing subdues pain like few bites from it. Internal use only. Too many bites lead to full numbness for couple of hours. Some factions of other kingdoms use the extracted liquid from it for assassinations. Mugo takes bites of it to kill off his back pains…
Stinger ivy extract: A potion of a sort, made by the shamans. He isn’t sure what’s mixed in them but it helps recover from electric shocks and stings. Has one spare bottle just in case, as he avoid any charged lumaflies if he can. Didn’t seem to use it in recent shocking events but decided to walk it off instead…
Fog mushroom: A specific type of fungi that lets out a lot of smoke when placed near fire. It’s like a fungi fog machine if thrown in fire, easily covering a lot of space in thick, funky smelling fog. Mugo uses it for hunting belflies who rely on the sight. (he can see their glow but they can’t see him coming for them with the traps~)
Ember seeds: Plant seeds that pop and crack loudly when near heat or in fire. Good for scaring off large critters away or in specific directions (like where traps are set~)
Odor bomb: Kept in the palm sized round chestnut like shell, it’s a mix of collected, specific droppings that have a strong scent. To some critters, it’s a sign to get out of there and to some, it’s a wonderful bait to come close to…
Hive nectar: EXTREMELY RARE, a gift from someone, owns just a small pill size with him. It speeds up recovery and healing of any sort, even from the illnesses but only for less than a day which is often enough to pull someone out of a critical state. Carries it and keeps it with him at all times for most alert emergency.
Items:
Traps, nets and gadgets (only during hunting): Depending on the errand at the time, the types and sizes of them vary and he carries only essential ones for the job.
Two large nails the same size and look: The nails are long with short handles. Uses to both fend himself and to agitate critters when necessary or activate traps from the distance. Uses one for shield and other for striking but isn’t a very good fighter, only super fast on reactions and saving his husk.
Emblem of White Magnolia: a necklace with a pedant that’s always around his neck, gifted by Alyssum. Unlike the original Magnolia family symbol that has pink hues over the flower petals, the white one represents Alyssum’s faction of the family. Always keeps it around his neck, hidden by Mugo’s thick mane. 
Forsaken Dagger: Carries Taka’s ashen essence, named purely out of troublesome events it caused to the group. Have yet to be examined. After paying Sly 2000 Geo for it, having it be stolen minutes after, taken to the dream realm to cause problems to Taka and then taken back only to end up in Mugo’s hands again, he’s not too trilled to have it but has to.
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pocketseizure · 4 years
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Going to Seed
No one has seen the Resident Representative in months, and the shores of the island are once again fringed with weeds. Isabelle is finally able to take time away from work, and she finds that she enjoys the quiet. (Also on AO3.)
This story is dedicated to @runicmagitek, my friend and fellow botanist.
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It was another beautiful day on the island. The nights were beginning to get chilly, but the days were still warm and sunny. The ocean was brilliantly blue, and splashes of red and yellow stood out among the leafy green trees. The hills rising above the bay were as picture-perfect as a postcard.
No one had seen or heard from the Resident Representative in months. Weeds crept up around the edges of the central plaza and grew in thick clumps along the line where the grass met the sand. Branches that had blown down during the late summer storms still lay where they fell, and the tall stalks of aging lilies overflowed from their beds. Mushrooms were beginning to sprout in the shadows of the fruit orchard, and wasp nests bloomed like honey-colored flowers in the upper branches of the highland cedar trees. Isabelle didn’t like to pry into other people’s business, but she could swear that she’d seen cockroaches scuttling across the floor of the representative’s abandoned house.
With the exception of a certain unscrupulous art dealer, Isabelle admired everyone on the island, but even she had to admit that the representative was a bit strange. There would be days when they didn’t leave the house, while other days were met with a dizzying flurry of activity. Once the representative had been granted a landscaping permit, they began digging enormous pits and laying roads leading to nowhere. One day Isabelle woke up to find a small army of garden gnomes positioned across the island, facing each other as if staging a mock battle. Even this was nothing compared to the time the representative spent all night chopping trees on one of the hills and using bricks to spell a naughty word on the deforested slope, and Isabelle had no desire to know what happened at the parties they hosted in their basement for the guests who flew in from other islands.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” her boss said as he sipped one of his endless cans of ice coffee. “Humans are odd creatures. They become difficult and unpredictable if they can’t find ways to keep themselves busy. The Nook Mileage program was the least I could do to make the island human-friendly. It took time to set up, but it served its purpose. Humans are good for the economy, and I wanted to give the cubs experience working with them.”
Isabelle did her best to understand. She agreed that it was important to make the island accessible to everyone. All of the islanders benefited from the events she planned to keep the representative happy, after all. Now that the human had been away for so long, however, Isabelle had little motivation to set up fishing tournaments or crafting fairs. She still read out her daily broadcasts and put up birthday notices, and she did her part to help visiting campers feel comfortable, but there was no longer any real reason to stay in the office all day. There would be no more radio broadcast calisthenics, no more watering potted plants, and no more crossword puzzles completed by the light of her desk lamp.
Now that she was able to take afternoons and evenings off, Isabelle hardly spent any time indoors. She took long rambling walks around the island, enjoying the salty breeze while taking pictures of the exotic fall foliage to send to her friends back on the mainland. She collected the seashells that washed up on the beach and even made a few attempts at fishing.
After such a busy spring, the lazy days of summer had been lovely, and the soft onset of fall was just what she needed. It was nice to have a slow season every once in a while. Isabelle understood why her boss had chosen this location despite the initial hardships, and she appreciated being given free run of the small community so that she could make practical use of everything she learned in her previous position. She finally felt ready to take the next step. She was happy to leave her post at Resident Services in the capable paws of Raymond, a fellow office worker whose health and outlook had improved dramatically during his time on the island.
Where would she go next? Perhaps she could take a position abroad, or maybe it was time for her to find her place in the big city. The possibilities felt as endless as the horizon stretching over the waves. No matter where her life led her in the days ahead, Isabelle was comforted by the knowledge that the island would always be here, green and growing and waiting to welcome her back.
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lakelewisia · 3 years
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A Lewisian Year
Presented in partnership with the Lewisia Communications Board and Lewisia Public Library
Sponsored by The Historical Society
Hello, readers, listeners, and psychic osmosizers! Welcome to A Lewisian Year, a monthly showcase celebrating the rich culture here in the Lake Lewisia district. Each month, we'll highlight some seasonal events, local celebrations and interpretations of national and world holidays, and historical tidbits.
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The Grand Picnic
As you approach the lakeside, you can smell flowers before you can see them. The sweet scent hangs heavy in the air as you make your way around to the far shore. There, in the open space between the water and the edge of the surrounding forest, a whole line of long picnic tables already hold an assortment of covered dishes down the center. You add yours to the first free spot you find. Did you bring a salad of crisp spring greens, or a platter of smoky roasted meat, or a pie mounded high with whipped cream and candied violets?
All around the tables are flowers. The chiffon petals come in a riot of colors, some tiny as dewdrops and some large enough to serve as a blanket. Flowers on long stems rest in baskets. Daisies and cosmos, candy pink and butter yellow, form braided crowns, and one of the people running the setup drops a crown on your head as you pass by. More volunteers are in the trees, hoisting up long garlands of flowers to drape from branch to branch.
Down by the lake, huge rafts of flowers weigh down little boats. Once more people have arrived, the flower rafts are rowed out into deeper water and set adrift. From the shore, you can see a serpentine tail wrap around one and pull it into the depths. A few bubbly notes of lake monster voice sing gratitude. Other rafts drift slowly out of sight, to be enjoyed by other lake denizens. In the forest, deep in the shade of the trees, eyes watch and claws grasp, pulling flowers from garlands and spiriting them away.
Then we eat. Oh, we eat so much. Every specialty, every comfort food, every treat imaginable is there, brought by a neighbor or a coworker or a friend. Dishes hot and platters cold, mugs that steam and cups that fizz, pass from hand to hand along the tables. Everyone eats. Everyone is welcome. It's the Grand Picnic.
The Grand Picnic is the first major feast of the year. It celebrates May first, incorporating a number of May Day traditions into one local ritual. Sitting as it does between the lush growth of spring and the coming heat of summer, it is a celebration of meetings and mergings. It only makes sense, then, that the event always takes place on the far shore of the lake, where the water and the forest meet and where all the residents of Lewisia--human, cryptid, animal, and everything else--can come together.
Historical records are unclear on when the first Grand Picnic was held. It's possible it was never formally founded at all, rising instead organically over time from traditions of offering up food and the first flowers of spring to local spirits, personal deities, or hostile neighbors to foster goodwill over the coming year. Whatever its origins, the Grand Picnic seems to me to embody the spirit that defines Lewisia. Community is something we make together. Everyone brings what they can, and everyone gets a seat at the table, and everyone appreciates the good things this town gives to us.
Towel Day
May twenty-fifth marks Towel Day, a celebration of a certain infamous guidebook for travelers. Did you know, though, that Lewisia can boast authorship of another one of the great travel guidebooks?
Though long since out of print and supplanted by more recent books on the subject, Lewisia native Winifred Paisley penned the first edition of A Path Below: A Walking Tour of Underworlds and Afterlives in 1893. Several of the original illustration plates from the book, depicting cave systems, subterranean ferrymen, and roots of world trees, are held in the Historical Society's collection.
Buried Gardens Charity Auction
May has, for the last several years, been the occasion for the charity auction benefiting the Buried Gardens. Prior to their unplanned relocation, there had been several fundraisers for the original Sunken Garden plan, which helped make the initial groundbreaking and planting possible. Once they sunk, however, several new needs arose. The garden caretakers needed to be outfitted with spelunking equipment and educated on the care of the many new plants discovered to thrive in the darkness. One can hardly just toss some sunflower seeds down the cave shafts and hope for the best, after all.
The Buried Garden fund also provides support for the various creatures and entities introduced to the town when the garden connected to the network of existing tunnels down there. It is more than mere compensation for the disruption of their lifestyle, though that would have been reason enough. Discovering a whole understory of the town, populated by people who had come as refugees and existed under our feet and beneath our notice, demanded more response from the town than a covered dish and a polite "welcome to the neighborhood."
In addition to funding a worthy cause, the Charity Auction promises a night of dinner, entertainment, and a chance to go home with something marvelous. Highlights from previous auctions have including:
a selection of cave seeds suitable for growing at home (windowless bathrooms and closets recommended),
a romantic weekend in the guest quarters of the historic Beacon House,
various bioluminescent artworks crafted by the tunnel folk using traditional spore-based pigments,
and three teleporting hens of the Quicksilver Bantam variety, who may or may not have meant to appear on the auction stage at that moment but who have been living quite happily with the winner in any case.
I look forward to attending for the first time, along with some of my sister initiates. I'm technically there for cultural education purposes. If I happen to bring a little spending money with me, well, it's for a good cause. And you never know what might appear on the auction block this year.
This Month in History
The Rocky Head Beach Riots began on May 13th, 1987, prompted by a group of outsider teens spying young Lewisians performing minor conjurations, and lasted another three days. The riot prompted the involvement of two sheriff departments, the Marguerite County Department of Parks and Recreation, and at least one still-unidentified school of magical practice. While no one was killed during the riots, several nonfatal curses were obtained, and a significant amount of damage to local wildlife habitat required replanting work.
The incident prompted more stringent guidelines for young Lewisians when interacting with outsiders. As Rocky Head Beach is the closest and most accessible beach area to Lewisia proper, it is a popular spot for residents to visit. Being outside of Lewisia's domain, however, and equally popular with many other people, the area has potential for such mishaps. The possibility of becoming an Encounter for an outsider, someone shocked and amazed by the most mundane facts of life in Lewisia, may be enticing, but Encounters can become Incidents all too easily.
That's a taste of what May has to offer us. See you next month, when June brings bonfires, fireworks, and a serious need for sunscreen.
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