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rebeccathenaturalist · 1 year

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I have been wondering, since I plan to one day grow a sustainable food forest with lots of native plants, the thought of soil came up. Is there an important role to nutritionally poor soil? I ask because to my knowledge, some plants prefer certain soils and nutritionally light soils can be found in nature. I know this won't apply everywhere, but I do know there are plants adapted to at least tolerate deficient soil. When I tried looking this up I mostly got resources about crops in relation to nutritionally deficient soil.

@localcustard - Good question! So it's not so much that the poor soil plays a particular role, as the other way around--certain plants have adapted to growing in poor soil or other harsh conditions.

One example would be pioneer species, like certain mosses, ferns, grasses, various annuals, etc. that are able to colonize recently disturbed areas that may not have very good soil. Even later arrivals like early succession shrubs and trees may be able to handle poor soil. Generally these plants are able to subsist with fewer nutrients than other species. Many of them are nitrogen fixers, meaning they cooperate with soil bacteria that draw nitrogen from the air and turn it into a form that is more accessible to plants. Often the plants will have nodules in their roots or other tissues where these bacteria live; the bacteria get a safe place to live and access to sugars the plant makes through photosynthesis, and the plants get crucial access to nitrogen.

As these plants die, the nitrogen still stored in their tissues disseminates into the soil, making it accessible to later-succession plants that cannot fix nitrogen themselves. A good example is the red alder tree (Alnus rubra), a common first-succession tree here in the Pacific Northwest. It is a nitrogen fixer, and paves the way for later-succession conifers in many forests here. Historically timber companies have sprayed alders with herbicides when they pop up a few years after a clearcut because they didn't want the alders competing with the young Douglas fir (Pseudotsuga menziesii) (or whatever trees the timber people replanted with) for resources. However, more recent research shows that the conifers grow better when the alders are allowed to grow, in part due to the nitrogen, as well as connections through the soil microbiome (more about that in a minute.)

Another example of plants living in poor soil is plant communities that are adapted to harsh environmental conditions. One of my favorite examples is the plant community that lives on serpentine soil in the Klamath Mountains in southwest Oregon and northern California. Soil is made partly of organic material from various decaying life forms, but it is also composed of minerals from eroded rock. This means that the qualities of the bedrock below the soil has a big influence on soil composition.

Serpentine soils (which may also include other ultramafic rocks) generally are low in nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus, and other essential nutrients plants need. On the other hand, they frequently have high levels of iron, and often have a lot of magnesium, and heavy metals like nickel and chromium. Plants adapted to serpentine soils have had to evolve ways to deal with these additional toxins as well as a deficit of nutrients. Add in that serpentine soils are commonly found in places with harsh weather conditions and erosion, such as the Klamaths, and there's not much opportunity for the organic portion of the soils to build up. All of which means the plants native to the Klamath region are able to handle those poor soil conditions that would kill other plants.

So what does this mean for habitat restoration? Native plants are already adapted to the soils they evolved on for thousands or even millions of years. Some restorers actually discourage amending the soil where you're planting because aggressive invasive and other non-native plants will take advantage of the additional nutrients and out-compete the native species. Many native plants will grow just fine in amended soil; you just need to make sure to prepare to do some weeding as well. But it does mean that if your natural soil type has low in certain nutrients, you don't need to necessarily amend with those nutrients in order to make your native plants happy.

For myself, if I am starting native plants in pots I will give them a good 50-50 soil-aged manure mix to give them a good head start, and add a little into whatever hole I plant them in in the ground later on to give them a chance to adapt to the new soil. I still have to do a lot of weeding, but that's because I've chosen not to just totally annihilate all the non-natives with herbicides before planting. I also live in a fairly rural area with young, sand-based soil that is pretty close to its original form, so planting native species found in my area already goes pretty well as long as I'm also respecting each plant's need for sun, water, wind exposure, etc.

What you might consider is getting your soil tested to see what's in there. Often in places that have been changed over to agriculture, housing, and other development for many years, the soil has been significantly changed from its original form. It doesn't mean that you can't plant in soil that is heavily altered, but it's at least good to know, if you're going to amend the soil at all, what's already abundant and what's scarce.

Finally, I want to add in a quick note about the soil microbiome. Well-established soil has multiple layers of microorganisms, fungi, and other living beings in it, with different communities at different depths. Many of these will be species that native plants have interrelationships with (for example, mycorrhizal fungi that share nutrients with plants through the mycelium-root matrix.) When I am planting I try to disturb the soil as little as possible; rather than turning over an entire area of soil, I only dig where I'm going to be planting starts and other established plants so that the soil microbiome surrounding that hole can recolonize where I've disturbed it through planting. That soil microbiome is crucial to a plant's ability to handle poor soil, because it helps the plant to access what nutrients are available.

If you want to dive in deeper, a couple books relevant to the topic at Geology and Plant Life: The Effects of Landforms and Rock Types on Plants by Arthur R. Kruckeberg, and Savannas, Barrens, and Rock Outcrop Plant Communities of North America by Anderson, Fralish, and Baskin. Both are academic-level texts so they aren't casual reading, but they have a lot of good information relevant to how geology affects soil, to include nutrient-poor soils.

#localcustard #plants #botany #soil #ecology #gardening #habitat restoration #geology #permaculture #nature #naturecore #rocks #stones #serpentine #minerals #PNW #pacific Northwest

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pickleweed2 · 5 months

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Darlingtonia's, about 200' off the highway.

Oregon Dunes National Monument, Oregon | 11-22-2023

#darlingtonia #pitcher plant #wild pitcher plant #native plants #west coast #serpentine #bog #coastal forest #forest floor #nikon #double exposure #original photographers

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dragoncrystals · 1 year

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aisling-saoirse · 2 years

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Today's Native plant is the rare Serpentine Aster - Symphyotrichum depauperatum. This species is only found in a few serpentine ecosystems along the east coast or generally areas where soil heavy metal toxicity is very high (some restoration projects utilize them). A serpentine barren in the context of the Appalachian piedmont is mesiec, ultramafic rock outcroppings which have low soils with high levels of iron, copper, nickel, and chromium. These are areas of high disturbance in addition to the high stress environment (such as fires) so typically these systems are grasslands, however, due to colonial fire suppression practices forests have begun to establish here. Due to the extreme nature of the site a high number of unique species are found here. As for our aster this species is typical of low nutrient environment flora: low growth habits and small sparse flowers. The serpentine aster is actually level G2 concern due to intensive development practices taking away territory from its ever shrinking ecosystem. If you're interested in this specific rare ecosystem I'd be happy to offer some reading resources.

#Symphyotrichum depauperatum #serpentine aster #serpentine barrens #nottingham pennsylvania #nottingham county park #rare ecosystem #northeastern american native plants #feel free to message me if i got anything wrong my knowledge is mostly in oak hickory forests

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obsidiansnake · 2 years

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a lemon tree from seed, august 2022

#my photographs #my photos #photos #plants #plant photography #garden #gardening #original photoset #lemon tree #crystals #rose quartz #serpentine #original photography on tumblr #my garden #greenery

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tenth-sentence · 11 months

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Serpentine soils are characterized by low moisture, low concentrations of macronutrients, and elevated levels of heavy metals.

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

#book quote #plant physiology and development #nonfiction #textbook #serpentine #soil #soil nutrients #soil moisture #macronutrients #heavy metal

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our-lord-satanas · 2 months

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HECATE / HEKATE

WHO IS SHE?

Hecate is a Goddess of magic and witchcraft, as well as the guardian of boundaries and crossings. She is often depicted as a triple-headed woman, representing her role as a gatekeeper between realms. Hecate is a powerful and mysterious Goddess, and she is often associated with the moon, the night, and the Underworld. She is also known for her connection to the spirits of the dead, and she is revered as a protector of orphans and wayfarers. As the Goddess of magic and witchcraft, she is also an expert in magic, astrology, and other arcane arts.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: Hecate is traditionally depicted as a tall and powerful woman with a distinctive appearance. She is often portrayed as having three heads, each with different facial features, such as eyes of different colours or expressions. She is also described as having black hair and wearing a dark cloak, which further lends to her mysterious and dark appearance. In some depictions, she was said to carry a torch, a crescent moon, and a key, which is a symbol of her power over the boundaries between life and death.

Personality: Hecate is a complex and multi-faceted deity, representing the trinity of magic, knowledge and wisdom, as well as the boundaries between life and death. Her personality reflects that complexity and is a combination of contradictory traits, embodying both dark and mysterious aspects, as reflected by her position as Goddess of the Underworld, while also being a bright and benevolent figure, representing light and wisdom. She is often depicted as a three-headed woman, symbolizing her association with the crossroads and the triad of magic that she encapsulates.

Symbols: paired torches, keys, crossroads, dark/triple moon, wheel, dagger, rope, dogs, serpents, knives, and strophalos

Goddess of: Witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, boundaries, and crossroads

Culture: Greek

Plants and trees: asphodel, mugwort, lavender, rue, garlic, yew, cypress, aconite (also called hecateis), belladonna, dittany, mandrake, mint, sage, laurel, and cedar

Crystals: amethyst, obsidian, tiger’s eye, jade, black tourmaline, labradorite, serpentine, moonstone, onyx, and ametrine

Animals: dog, mare, serpent, cat, bats, and polecat

Incense: frankincense, rosemary, myrrh, and patchouli

Colours: black, grey, silver, gold, violet, green, red, and white

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hermit, The Moon, and Queen of Pentacles

Planets: Mercury, Moon, and Mars

Days: Thursday, Wednesday evenings (new moon celebrations are typically held on Wednesday evenings), Tuesday, the full moon, Samhain (Oct 31st), and the new moon

Parents: Perses and Asteria

Siblings: none known

Partner: Apollo and Mormo

Children: Empusa and Scylla

MISC:

• The triple moon: which represents the phases of the moon and balance between the material and the spiritual, as well as the duality of light and darkness.

• Keys: which represents power and knowledge and can be used to unlock doors and paths to knowledge and power that are hidden or restricted.

• Torches: which represents guidance and illumination in dark times or when clarity is needed.

• Wolves: Hecate is sometimes depicted with three heads, which is one reason she is often associated with wolves. Wolves also symbolize strength, loyalty, and protection and can be a natural source of inspiration for your prayers or rituals.

• Black cats: commonly associated with Hecate, mostly due to her connection to the Underworld. Black cats represent protection and wisdom, and they can be an excellent source of inspiration for your prayers or rituals.

• The triune Goddess: which represents the trio of maiden, mother, and crone and the power of the feminine.

• Crossroads: where people would often seek wisdom from Hecate when they faced difficulties or had questions.

• Magic, occultism, and witchcraft: as Hecate is the Goddess of magic and spells, and she is often invoked during rituals and magickal practices.

FACTS ABOUT HECATE:

• Name: the name Hecate comes from the Greek word "ekatid," which means "the one who has power over the road."

• Relationships: Hecate is associated with the night, the Underworld, the moon, and the spirit world. She is also connected to Demeter and Persephone, both of whom are associated with the fertility of the cycle of life and death.

• Symbols: the symbols of Hecate include a three-headed dog, a key, and a torch.

• Role: Hecate is a mysterious and powerful Goddess associated with sorcery and magic, often depicted as a triple-headed or triple-bodied figure.

• Associations: Hecate is often associated with crossroads, magic, prophecy, mystery, spirits, night, ghosts, and the Underworld, serving as a protector and guide for those who have died. She is also the patron deity of witches and magic-users, and is also associated with the night.

• History: Hecate is a minor deity in Greek mythology, but she has become a prevalent figure in modern times. Hecate's origins are linked to the Greek Underworld and the female deity Selene, and she is also connected to the Roman goddesses Artemis and Diana.

• Role in Witchcraft: Hecate is widely associated with magic and witchcraft, and many witches and Wiccans revere her as a source of power and knowledge. Some witch traditions worship Hecate as a three-way Goddess who represents the past, present, and future.

HOW TO WORSHIP HECATE:

To worship Hecate respectfully, you should approach her with a sense of reverence and respect. She is a powerful Goddess and should be treated as such. You can offer prayers, libations, and offerings to her, and it's important to speak to her in a respectful manner, as you would to any other person of authority. Hecate has a strong connection to magic and the Underworld, so you can also use magic or other rituals to communicate with her. It's important to have an open mind and a respectful attitude when approaching Hecate and seeking her guidance.

HOW TO PRAY TO HECATE:

To begin, you could address her by name and say something along the lines of:

"Oh Great Goddess Hecate, I come to you seeking your guidance and wisdom. I offer myself to you, my heart and my spirit, and I ask for your blessing in this prayer."

"I thank you, great Goddess Hecate, for listening to my words and for your guidance and protection. May you walk by my side always. Hail Hecate.”

CAN I CONTACT HECATE AT A CROSSROAD?

Yes, it is possible to contact Hecate at a crossroads. This is a traditional method of invoking the Goddess that has been used for centuries. To do this, you should prepare a offering (bread, honey, and herbs, or any other items that you feel would be suitable for her) and then go to a crossroads during the witching hour between 12 a.m. and 3 a.m. Place your offering under the crossroads sign and say a prayer to invoke Hecate. Speak with sincerity and humility, and ask for guidance and aid in whatever aspect of your life you feel most in need of support. Remember to listen for signs and messages that Hecate may bring you.

WHAT ARE SIGNS THAT HECATE WANTS ME TO WORK WITH HER?

If your request to work with Hecate has been accepted, you may notice the following signs:

• Feeling drawn toward witchcraft, magic, or spiritual practices

• Seeing her symbols, such as the moon, keys, dogs, etc.

• Feeling a connection to animals, nature, or the Underworld

• Feeling a pull towards the crossroads or areas with a strong sense of the occult

• Having vivid dreams or visions in which she appears or speaks directly to you.

• Seeing or feeling her energies in your environment

• The number 13 keeps popping up everywhere

• You hear dogs howling at night from nowhere

• Hecate’s symbols are repeating: the key, crossroads, torch, dagger, Hecate’s wheel

• You’re drawn to graveyards and cemeteries

• You’ve had a spiritual experience (either positive or terrifying) at a crossroads in the woods

• You’re new to the craft and need guidance but don’t know who to turn to

• Hecate comes into witches’ lives who are pregnant and dying (during major transitions in life)

• You’re seeing a white dog(s) everywhere you go (in real life or on TV, etc.)

• Hecate’s name keeps showing up in your daily life (in random conversations, books, TV shows, online, etc.)

• You love working with animals, in particular dogs

• Stray dogs tend to find you and want you to take them in

• You were born under a Dark Moon or on Hecate Night

• Spirits communicate with you and have your entire life

If your request to work with Hecate has not been accepted, you may notice the following signs:

• Getting a strong impression or intuition that she is not interested in working with you.

• Getting a reading or divination that indicates Hecate is not willing to work with you at this time.

• Feeling a strong resistance or dissonance when you attempt to connect with her or her energies. 

Overall you need to be respectful of deities denying your request.

OFFERINGS:

• Fire

• Three-headed candles

• Bones or skulls

• Poetry

• Chanting

• Herbs and flowers

• Food and drinks: such as grapes, almonds, garlic, red meat, water, milk, eggs, fruit, dishes with garlic, sweets that are crescent-shaped, pomegranates, dark chocolate, red wine, bread, and honey

• Painting

• Dancing

• Incense

• Olive oil

• Wands

• Keys

• A cauldron

• Crow feathers

DEVOTIONAL ACTS FOR HECATE:

• Respect the boundaries of others and yourself

• Practice self-love and self-compassion

• Take care of yourself physically, mentally, and spiritually

• Cultivate an open mind and open heart

• Follow your instincts and trust in your guidance

• Nurture friendships and relationships that are healthy and beneficial

• Learn to balance pleasure and work

• Live each day with purpose and intention.

• Doings Things in 13’s: offer thirteen flowers to her, give elaborate offerings or do ritual on the thirteenth of each month in her name, say your prayers thirteen times, etc

• Take care of our canine friends, do so in Hecate’s name. She will bless you AND your dogs or any dogs you care for. If you can’t have a dog, donate your time OR old blankets, dog food, etc. to a local animal shelter. And tell Hecate you’re doing it in her name. This doesn’t just go for dogs, but for any kind of canine species.

• Doing spirit work in the cemetery

IS IT SAFE TO EAT OR DRINK AN OFFERING I GIVE TO HER?

An offering given to her is thus infused with the energies of the Underworld and may have a powerful impact on the consumer, if eaten. To avoid any potential discomfort, confusion, or negative effects, it is generally recommended that you avoid consuming offerings dedicated to Hecate and instead pour or bury the edible offerings into the earth.

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philistiniphagottini · 11 days

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Divine Beast, With Grace Replete

This is really horny and so self indulgent it will probably rot your brain but I craved to write something so catered to me and make you all suffer. I hope you enjoy :)

cw. smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, creampie, heat cycles, vidyadhara reader, female reader 3.8k words

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"Ahh Bladie~"

A salacious moan tickled the back of your throat as a spine-tingling shiver crept down your spine, causing heat to rapidly pool in the pit of your stomach. You shivered on top of Blade, his strong, scarred hands planted firmly on your hips as he pushed, fingers sinking into your pliant body until the skin spilled between his digits. Another loud moan bubbled up your throat as the fire in the pit of your stomach was stoked into fiercer flames, your eyes just as dazed as your mind as Blade dragged his rough tongue through your creamy folds.

Your wet pussy clenched around his tongue as it parted your silky folds, sinking into your quivering hole as he buried his head further between the apex of your thighs. Your soft thighs quivered around his head, wisps of long, dark hair tickling the sensitive skin as he forced you to sit, resting more of your weight on top of him as he happily suffocated himself between your thick thighs. You couldn’t stop whining for him, lungs pinching in your chest and mouth dry as you struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. You could barely think past the thick haze clouding your mind, the rampant heat inside of you making your stomach tense as you desperately sought more friction.

Your hips shuddered as you rolled them with every shaky breath, your neglected clit throbbing for attention as you grind against Blade’s tongue. The tips of your ears turned hot at the obscene sounds coming from between your legs as Blade’s wet lips smacked together, tongue piercing your centre as it wriggled and twisted inside of you. You could feel it drag against your plush walls as Blade groaned beneath you, your sweet nectar dripping into his waiting mouth and causing drool to drip from the corners of his mouth. Black nails sank into your hips, encouraging the hedonistic rhythm of your hips as you were rocked back and forth on his greedy mouth, nails carving crescent shaped marks into your searing flesh.

A soft growl stirred in your throat, followed by a pleased purr as your sharp teeth gnashed together. Your long, serpentine tail swished across the sweat soaked sheets beneath you, gold scales shimmering beneath the dim light as it coiled and twisted. The knot in your stomach twisted tighter, your gold horns illuminating your flustered expression as they softly glowed along with the arousal simmering hotly in your veins. Your shaky hands gripped Blade’s throat as you leaned forward, allowing his tongue to slip deeper inside of you as the tip scraped against the most sacred place inside you. A strangled noise rumbled in Blade’s chest as you gripped his throat tighter, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

"Blade" you called again.

You were starting to lose all sentient thoughts again. All you could focus on was how your current heat cycle ravaged your mind and body, reducing you to nothing but a whimpering, snarling beast as you sought pleasure to sate the inferno raging inside of you. Your breathing grew ragged as Blade continued to indulge you, his freakishly long tongue brushing against the opening of your cervix as your pussy slobbered filthy around the slick appendage. Stars swirled in your vision as your hungry gaze raked over his naked body laying prone beneath you. You swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue, tasting the desire in the back of your throat as you watched the mesmerising way his cock would bob with every uneven breath you took. The fat tip of his cock slapped against his stomach as you mewled, drooling thick drops of pre-cum that stained his skin with beads of white. Your fingers squeezed around his wind pipe, a noise of approval stirring in Blade’s throat as you kneaded the flesh beneath you like a needy cat. You could taste his arousal on the tip of your tongue as you breathed deep, letting the pheromones of your own arousal mix with the heady aroma as it curled in your lungs.

Your claws sank into his throat as the blistering coil in the pit of your stomach finally threatened to snap, the pleasure you had been seeking so tantalisingly close it made your head feel giddy. A string of babbles spilled from your mouth, incoherent words mixing into the cacophony of noises that crawled out of your throat as your body teetered on the edge of the crumbling precipice. Your chest heaved with exertion, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling with arousal as the tip of Blade’s tongue indulged in the taste of your womb, bumping against the soft, gummy patch deep inside of you that made fireworks explode in your belly.

Your golden tail squirmed, thumping harshly against silken sheets as the coil in the pit of your stomach shattered into a million tiny pieces. You came with a primal cry, voice stinging your throat as white-hot euphoria flooded your veins with relief. Your pussy spasmed around the harsh push of his tongue, hot walls gripping him tight as your sweet nectar spilled into his mouth. A growl vibrated beneath you, causing your toes to curl into the soles of your feet as your back arched with a graceful curve, talons raking across his flesh as the pressure in your stomach continued to burn. You squealed as Blade pressed his fingers against your clit, the bundle of nerves shrieking from the sudden attention as he rubbed it in quick circles. You shuddered as your pussy spilled more slick against his face, pretty pearls of white dripping down your trembling thighs as Blade drank his fill.

You whimpered as his sharp teeth pressed against your fluttering pussy, the intimate press of his mouth making the heat bubble in your stomach once more as the infuriating knot coiled once more. A constellation of tears clung to the edges of your lashes as your knees wobbled, pleasure still sparking in your system as you fought to regain any semblance of control with your spiralling senses.

You were given a brief moment of reprieve when Blade finally lifted your hips, tongue parting from you with a slick pop. You breathed a heavy sigh, an ache resonating deep in your bones as your body pitched forward and you collapsed into the warm embrace of your nest. Soft sheets of silk and fluffy blankets hugged your body as you sank into the comforting confines, small trinkets of silver and gold brushing against your overheating flesh as you tried to reign in your harsh breathing. You hummed softly as you nuzzled your face into a soft pillow, your senses comforted when your reassuring scent mixed with that of your mate, Blade, tickled your nose.

You felt strong hands on your body, scarred skin causing goosebumps to prickle along your flesh as your tail shuddered in excitement. You were carefully coaxed onto your back, your dazed eyes gazing into piercing orbs of red as Blade stared down at you. A soft mewl rumbled in your chest as your tail lazily coiled around his ankle, your hands pawing at his chest as you tried to coax him into coming closer to you.

"Blade, please" you mumbled.

You couldn’t articulate well what you wanted. The stifling heat that suffocated your senses was already demanding to be sated again. You needed him. You wanted him. You desired for him to nestle so deep inside you until you couldn’t tell where either of you began or ended. Yet you could barely force the words out, mind and body too overstimulated and overwhelmed with your heat cycle that you were nearly rendered mute, unable to effectively communicate what it was that you wanted. Luckily for you, Blade had become so accustomed to your heat cycles that on instinct, his body knew exactly what you craved and how to sate it.

His eyes flickered like bright candle wicks as his large hands curved around your hips, rubbing fondly against your soft belly as he nudged your thighs apart with his knee. A pleased sound rumbled in his chest at the sight of your pussy dribbling slick, arousal staining the soft insides of your thighs as your twitching clit flushed to life once more.

"Does my little dragon desire more?" Blade asked, a teasing lilt to his voice as his hungry eyes raked across your naked body.

You dumbly nodded along to his words, tail twisting tighter around his leg as you tried to usher him into your arms. A lazy smirk crawled over Blade’s lips as he hovered closer, your nostrils flaring as the heady scent of his natural musk pierced your senses. It only caused your pussy to gush like a river as you ached with desire. You whimpered as Blade’s thick fingers ghosted along your dripping slit, toying with the pretty pearl between your sticky thighs.

"Your pretty little cunt is drooling for me" Blade said, his voice brushing against your ear in a husky whisper.

You trembled with want beneath him, a whimper getting caught in your throat as your sharp teeth chewed on the dry skin of your lips. You eagerly leaned into Blade’s touch as he dragged his hands along your body, back arching as his warm hands engulfed your trembling bosom. Your breath hitched as Blade leaned closer, his leg pushing between your thick thighs and offering you a small mercy to let you grind on his muscular leg for relief. Your slick pussy slipped along his leg as his hot breath fanned against the shell of your pointed ear, scarred fingertips pinching the stiff, pink tips of your nipples and causing soft moans to stir in your chest.

Your teeth dug the insides of your mouth as Blade’s lips trailed up, mouth hovering closer to the glowing horns nestled on top of your head. You released your bruised lips with an abrupt cry as Blade’s tongue swiped over a golden horn, a faint shimmer of light echoing as your horns glowed along to your sudden spike in arousal. A chuckle breezed past Blade’s lips at your reaction, thighs tensed around his leg as you desperately grind your dripping pussy into his leg and applied pressure to your swollen clit.

"Needy" Blade stated with a click of his tongue.

You raked your nails across his broad chest as he flickered his tongue along the branches of your glowing horns, your fingers scratching across pale scars and dipping into rough cuts as you pawed at him.

"Please Blade, need you inside me" you mewled, body twisting as you tried to offer up more of yourself for his viewing pleasure. "Blade…Ren…"

Tears dripped down your flushed cheeks as your emotions twisted and coiled. You couldn’t control how your body reacted any longer. You were just along for the ride at this point. Blade hushed you with a gentleness that most wouldn’t think he was capable of, hands cupping your burning cheeks as his thumbs dabbed under your swollen eyes. You sniffled softly, your tail weaving between Blade’s thighs as the smooth scales dragged across his skin. They were normally cool but during your heat cycle, the scales would burn as hot as the coals of a forge, branding all it touched. Not even a wince of pain crossed his visage as he continued to hush you, wiping away the tear stains as his lips pressed to your forehead.

"Don’t cry, little dragon. I’ll give you what you want."

He was a tool to be used. A solution to your problem. A remedy to what you craved. A sigh blew past his lips as your body started to relax a little, tension easing from your taut muscles. A soft purr vibrated in your throat as Blade’s hands returned to kneading at your chest, squeezing your soft tits together as he pushed his hips forward. A pleased moan escaped your lips as your hands caressed his hips, fingers dancing along his alluring v-line as he rutted the head of his cock against your slick clit. Your body thrummed with renewed arousal as Blade caught your lips in a searing kiss, tongue prying the seams of your lips apart and delving into the hot cavern of your mouth. You could taste your own slick on his tongue as you hungrily sucked on it, heat coiling low in the pit of your stomach as Blade swallowed every eager noise that tried to crawl out of your throat.

Your legs tangled loosely around Blade’s waist as the tip of his cock pressed against your sopping entrance, the round head catching on your fluttering hole as your body tried to suck him in. Blade couldn’t contain the mirthful laugh that rumbled in his chest as he parted from your lips, hips rocking forward as he slowly pierced your centre. Your hands scrambled for purchase, wrapping around his back as his thick girth started to stretch you. Your pussy burned with strain as he continued to rock forward, the pressure of your pussy being split open emptying your head of every single thought. Your tail coiled tighter around him like a snake, constricting his thigh as you moaned and clawed at his back, urging him to sheathe himself inside of you faster.

The breathe was stolen from your lungs when you finally got what you wished for, his cock dragging along your gummy walls as he seated himself inside of you. He was only halfway in when he already felt your walls constricting around him, your delicate body wracked with another mind-numbing orgasm as your pussy drooled around him. A snarl threatened to tear from his throat as he groaned deeply, teeth bared as your warm pussy squeezed him snuggly. Beads of arousal dripped down the sides of his cock as he continued to push into you, working up a slow steady rhythm that had you writhing in your nest of fluffy blankets. You pressed your heels against the small dip in his back, talons scratching down his back and leaving behind thin, red welts that made his vision swirl. A shaky breath escaped Blade’s parted lips as he brushed his nose along your throat, letting your intoxicating smell consume his senses further. Normal humans shouldn’t be able to perceive the pheromones that a Vidyadhara in heat could give off. But then again, he ceased being "normal" a long time ago and the scent filling his lungs only stirred his hunger for you as it gnawed in the pit of his stomach like a starving beast thrashing in its cage.

He tasted the perspiration on your skin as your insides turned to mush around the shape of his cock, his thick girth bullying your insides as the flames of passion licked at the base of your spine once more. Your lips parted around his name yet no sound came out, only your stuttering breaths as Blade’s lips wrapped around a pert nipple. Your hips jolted, the tip of your tail squirming as your eyes screwed shut against the onslaught of bliss. The brief moment of darkness was a small blessing as the pleasure buzzed around you like a persistent swarm of insects. You whimpered as Blade pressed the flat of his tongue around a hard tip, teeth clamping down on the sensitive nerve and sending a jolt of electricity to race along the curve of your spine. Your nails bit into his skin as another rush of pleasure tore you asunder, your pussy gushing and spilling more slick on his cock as he thrust deeper inside of you.

The hunger inside of you still wasn’t sated and demanded even more as your body was drenched in a hot flush, sweat dotting your brow as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up. You could feel Blade carving a path in the deepest parts of you, the fat head of his cock pressed against your cervix and aching to release a sticky load into your womb. Your skin tingled as his hips passionately snapped into yours, a forest of dark pubic hair tickling your clit as he ground his pubic bone into the swollen nub until it felt like your bones were going to turn to dust from the friction. You drooled as all your senses were assaulted with pleasure, the next orgasm building in your body threatened to tear into your body without remorse, nor surrender. You twisted beneath Blade as you finally found your voice.

"Blade…fuck…please."

Blade let go of your supple tits with a wet pop. He smoothed his hand over your round belly, feeling the soft bump as he moved intimately beneath your skin. His cock filled your insides with sticky warmth as he bullied it against your cervix, movements bordering on maddingly desperate as he craved to sully your womb.

"What do you want?" Blade asked with a purr of your name.

"Inside" you panted, tongue wetting your dry lips. "Please. Cum. Inside. Me."

You were starting to lose your voice again as you cracked at the edges, heart jumping up into your throat as your eyes fluttered open to stare into red, piercing orbs. Blade couldn’t ignore how you so sweetly called to him, luring him deeper into your warm embrace. It should be downright shameful how tightly he was wrapped around your finger. Perhaps he would have felt it if he wasn’t currently buried balls deep in your sopping cunt.

He pressed further into you as his arms wrapped around the bend of your knees, hoisting your legs higher over his back with a display of strength that had your mind and body singing with praises. He nudged his nose into the hollow of your throat, his sharp teeth following the searing trail his tongue left behind as he threatened to bite down. You tipped your head back and offered yourself up, needing for him to bury his pearly white canines into your flesh and mark you. You tucked your burning hot face into his shoulder as his teeth scraped along your throat and he finally decided to bite down.

You screamed loudly; voice muffled into his skin as his teeth pierced your flesh like a hot knife through butter. The sudden flash of pain only added fuel to the fire swirling in your stomach as the coil in your stomach unfurled once more. You lost track how many times you had already reached this same plateau of pleasure. Your hands tangled in Blade’s unkept hair, fingers threatening to rip it out his locks at the root as he growled into your skin, digging his teeth deeper until he could taste the ferrous bite of your blood spilling into his salivating mouth. Dizzying heat frayed every single white-hot nerve in your body, walls clamping and gripping Blade tightly as your slick juices coated his cock and abdomen with thin strands of translucent threads. Blade snarled into your neck as he rutted into you, unable to control the brazen heat in the pit of his stomach any longer as the pressure inside of him snapped.

Blade swore something foul, the words slurred into the hollow of your throat as your pussy squeezed him so tight he thought you were going to strangle him. He made you ride out the intense waves of your own lingering pleasure, your pussy still fluttering as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. He groaned and grew still as ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, the thick, creamy warmth making your abdomen tingle as you were filled to the brim. The warmth overflowed and dribbled down your trembling thighs as Blade rocked forward, filling you with another heavy spurt that made you whine. The moment he let go of your wounded neck, you sank your own teeth into his shoulder blade, razor sharp needles piercing his flesh. He moaned hotly against the shell of your ear, teeth clamping down on your earring and rolling the cool metal around his tongue as your pussy milked him, squeezing another hot load of sticky warmth into your womb until your stomach was bloated with his thick seed.

Your tongue soothed the sting of your bite, poking against tender flesh as your own wound started to heal on its own rapidly. Blade had to work his teeth into your skin once more to leave behind the imprints of his teeth, lapping away any trickle of blood as he sucked on your throat. You purred like a contented cat beneath him, the dizzying heat clouding your mind slowly dissipating as your senses slowly crawled back to you. You were able to think a little more clearly now that your soft belly was round and full, instincts finally sated until whenever the hunger decided to rear its ugly head again. You stirred from your thoughts as Blade shifted above you, strong arms coiling around your waist as your positions were suddenly flipped.

A disgruntled noise was wrenched from your lips as you were abruptly nestled in his lap, thick rivulets of his seed spilling from your sore pussy from the sudden shift. You mewled at the loss, walls clenching tighter as you desperately tried to keep any more from dribbling out. Your tail shuddered when you felt the palm of his hand press against the small dip of your back, brushing against the sensitive base of your tail as the tip flickered back and forth.

"Blade" you whined softly, voice threatening to break into a croak from overuse. "Don’t move so suddenly."

A slow smile curled his lips as you rested your hands on his scarred chest, feeling his thunderous heartbeat dance beneath your fingertips as a soft chuckle stirred in his chest.

"Finally found your words?"

You hummed softly as you bunted your head against his chest, pressing your face into the crook of his neck as you lazily spread more of your scent across his body. Your draconic pride may have felt a little wounded if you weren’t in the midst of your heat cycle. Blade’s eyes slipped shut in a blissful moment of reprieve. He was going to be buried in your nest for a while and he learnt a long time ago that it was best to just accept his fate. He didn’t want to provoke your ire. Heavens forbid he piss off the Vidyadhara’s renowned Lady of Lightning. His lips twitched as his eyes slipped open, a hand idly rubbing at your round belly. If only others of your ilk could see their precious lady now…

With a soft grumble Blade forced himself to keep still and allowed you to rub your swollen scent glands into him, a loud purr vibrating in your chest as your tail swished happily behind you. His eyes followed the leisurely movements, lips pressed to the top of your head as you kneaded your hands into his muscular torso. He could feel the subtle grind of your hips as the lingering traces of heat stirred once more in the pit of your stomach. He cock was still rock hard inside you, assisting to keep you plugged up and stuffed full as your soft purrs of content filled the comfortable silence.

#my writing #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr blade #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #blade smut #blade x reader #blade x reader smut #fem!reader #x reader

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It's Time for Samhain! (Oct 31- Nov 1)

What is Samhain? In the Celtic calendar, Samhain marks the end of summer and the harvest season, and the beginning of the dark, cold winter months. It falls opposite Beltane on May 1, which represents the beginning of spring and the life-filled growing season.

It’s believed that the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest on Samhain. Historically, people were worried that they would encounter ornery spirits if they ventured outside on Samhain night, so they dressed as ghosts or wore masks to disguise themselves. Folks would leave treats on their front porch or place an extra setting at the table to welcome any friendly spirits who stopped by. You can see how these Samhain rituals easily morphed into our modern-day version of trick-or-treating in costume.

Nighttime bonfires were another of the long-standing Samhain rituals - this one was thought to help combat the impending darkness of winter and the fearful chill that accompanied the idea of roaming spirits. Because the veil between living and dead is believed to be the thinnest on this night, Samhain is also a powerful night for divination and spellcasting by candlelight.

Usual Symbols of Samhain:

Ale or Mead

Pumpkins

Skulls

Besom or Broom

Beans

Cauldron

Bats

Keys

Squash

Pomegranate

Nuts

Apples and Cider

Bones

Herbs and Plants for Samhain:

Rosemary – Associated with remembrance and is needed during this season in taking time to honor the memories of our ancestors and other lost loved ones. Can be used in an incense blend and at ancestor altar

Fall Flowers – Includes flowers like marigolds and chrysanthemums. Are associated with protection and chrysanthemums come in handy with connecting to the spirit world

Apples (the fruit, branches and blossoms) – Is considered sacred to a lot of gods. A good apple harvest means that the gods have shown the community their favor. You can use apples in different rituals, especially divination

Pomegranates – Is associated with the realm of the underworld and helps with communication with the dead. It is also associated with fertility of the fall.

Squashes, Pumpkins and Gourds – Is associated with abundance and provides sustenance for your family when the fields become bare and covered in snow. Is linked to psychic awareness and development and protection.

Mugwort – Is associated with divination and dreaming. Using Mugwort baths or incenses in the rituals can focus on treating depression, especially with the seasons changing

Rowan Trees – The branches and berries are a way to keep evil spirits out of your house and are associated with good health. If you plant a tree near a grave, it will prevent the dead from rising.

Sage – Is associated with cleansing and grounding. Is a great incense to cleanse your home to bring in the new and out with the old

Hawthorn – Has been associated with the gateway between humans and the spirit world. Is also rumored to an area where you can see fairies.

Crystals for Samhain:

Amethyst – Aids in opening one’s third eye and is valuable to be able to see Samhain’s spirits around

Black Obsidian – Is great for grounding and protect from evil spirits. Can be used in scrying when speaking to deities and spirits of Samhain

Citrine – Is used to honor the sun. Aids in prosperity spells and carries joy

Black Tourmaline – Wards off unwanted spirits from your property and can be buried into the ground to protect from psychic attacks and spirit intrusion

Orange Calcite – Orange is a sacred color to Samhain. This stone is associated with one’s sacral chakra and can cleanse and align reproductive organs, sexuality and get creativity flowing

Bloodstone – Known to heal cardiovascular illness and disease. Can help with ancestry links and work

Spirit Quartz – Is great in helping communicate with the spirits of Samhain and releasing old and toxic habits

Lepidolite – Used to appease the fairies that roam during Samhain

Serpentine – Is associated with snakes and aids in remembering past lives. Loki seems to like this stone and may be great to use for him if you work with him during this season

Dragonstone – Dragons are guardians of the earth, spirits of place, and connect us to Mother Nature. Helps say goodbye to the old years and our old selves

Skull shaped Stones – Since skulls are symbols of Samhain, skull shaped stone can help with symbolism during this holiday. They represent the life-death-rebirth cycle, wisdom and our ancestors

Spells and Rituals:

A Samhain Tea (Apple and Hawthorn Berry)

1 apple, sliced

2 Tablespoon dried hawthorn berries (or 4 Tablespoons fresh)

1 cinnamon stick

A pinch of cloves

4 cups water

Honey, to taste (optional)

Combine all ingredients in a small stockpot.

Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer, covered, for 10 minutes.

Strain the plant material from the tea, then transfer the tea into two mugs.

Enjoy one for yourself, and leave the other on your table or front porch to nourish any wandering spirits who may pass while the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest.

A Pumpkin Spell for Prosperity

A pumpkin

Some paint

Go to the pumpkin patch (or local store) and select a pumpkin. Or let the pumpkin choose you.

Bring it home and paint prosperity symbols on it – money signs, runes for prosperity or harvest glyphs (whatever means prosperity to you).

Then place by your front door to invite prosperous vibes into your home this Samhain season.

Bonfire Release Purification Spell

Paper

Pen

Source of fire (bonfire, fireplace, candle flame)

Gather your materials and sit by the fire.

Take a few minutes to just listen to the fire crackling.

Gaze into the flames and connect with this powerful element.

Next begin to think about what habit or person you are releasing this Samhain. Think about why you’re purifying your life from this thing or person.

Then write the habit or person down on the piece of paper.

Fold it away from you 3 times.

Hold it in your hands and allow all of the negative thoughts and energies inside of you to “drain” out of you and into the paper.

Then throw it in the fire and say,

“After this Samhain, never again. Never again. I release _________ from my life by the power of the Samhain fire. So, mote it be.”

How to Make a Samhain Altar

Beautiful autumn leaves or flowers that you collect on a nature walk

A candle

A mugwort bundle

A string of rowan beads

A bowl of apples or a small pumpkin

A hawthorn wand or bowl of freshly picked hawthorn berries

A picture of your ancestors

To make an altar, first find a corner of your home or a table surface where you can arrange a few treasures. You don’t need a ton of space. You could use the top of a dresser, the corner of your desk, an unused side table, etc.

After you’ve assembled your altar, spend some time sitting quietly in the space. Light the candle and/or mugwort wand, sip on a cup of Apple & Hawthorn Berry Tea and meditate on this energetically powerful day.

I could find specific written instructions for a crystal grid but I found a video!

Crystal Grid for Samhain

Let's get ready for Samhain and have a great and safe time!

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thelethalsilence · 4 months

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#flowers #california poppy #photos #eschscholzia #wildflowers #plants #serpentine

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theroadtofairyland · 1 year

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Well Rooted

Watercolor On Artboard

2022, 9"x 12"

Heart Leafed Philodendron

Diopside, Serpentine, Amazonite, Jadeite and Green Apatite

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whateveriwant · 2 months

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No thoughts, just Punk!Simon.

Punk!Simon who dresses like he shops exclusively at Hot Topic. We're talking band t-shirts, combat boots, leather anything he can get his hands on. His style is bold, accessories maximized, and his entire wardrobe can be condensed into one of three colors: black, gray, and dark gray.

Punk!Simon who likes to wear lots of jewelry. Thick chains, bulky rings, decorative pins pressed into his jackets. His pieces are mostly silver and always real, none of that fake, turn your skin green shit. Keep him far away from metal detectors because he will set them off.

Punk!Simon who listens to only the grungiest of grunge rock music. Ask him for recommendations and he's spouting off six or seven bands that are so underground they may as well reside in the Earth's mantle. Don't leave him in charge of the playlist when driving together unless you want a bad case of tinnitus for the next four hours.

Punk!Simon who’s tatted up to high heaven. You thought he only had his left sleeve done, until you saw him working out without his shirt on one day. Turns out it doesn't just stop at his shoulder, but continues downward, wrapping around his trunk like vines of black and gray ivy.

Punk!Simon who's sporting more than one set of piercings. You ask him how many he has and (with a smirk) he tells you six, and you try to take a mental tally of the ones you've seen. 1) eyebrow 2) industrial 3) nostril 4) snake bites 5) areolas 6) . . . 6) . . . . . Huh. Where's the sixth?

Punk!Simon who experiments with a little body modification. Not just the normal piercings and tattoos, but things many people would consider to be on the more extreme side. Stretched lobes, sharpened canines, . . . bifurcated tongue? 👀

Punk!Simon who, on an uncharacteristically unmasked day, grabs your attention as you enjoy a round of drinks with friends. One minute you were sitting there, chatting, just minding your business, and the next your gaze was locked onto Simon's tongue as it darted out from in between his plump lips. You tried not to let your eyes linger, but you couldn't help it. You'd never seen something like that before in person. A tongue split right down the center, cut with surgical precision from the looks of it. It had clearly been done on purpose, not an accident or deformity, but you hadn't expected to see it as you watched him lick away a bourbon droplet from the corner of his mouth. As you stare, said mouth then curves slyly, impish, into a grin just shy of wicked. The movement makes your eyes dart upwards, where they meet Simon's, and he's giving you a look that says one thing: Caught you.

With that taunting expression, Simon turns in his seat, plants his elbows on the table, and blocks out the rest of your group as he asks lowly, “Somethin’ the matter, sweet’eart?”

His tone makes you startle, eyes rounding in surprise, mouth fluttering open and closed like a flailing fish. “N-No, I was– I– You– I–”

“Wha's wrong?” His brow furrows, teasing. “Cat got your tongue?”

Oh, the bastard.

But the reminder has your gaze dropping back to his lips unthinkingly, almost like you secretly wish he'll grant you another peek for your sick fascination.

He doesn't, keeps that serpentine tongue tucked within the confines of his jaw, but it's like he can read your mind because his smile curves further, drawing even closer to you as he says, “Curious?”

It's like the rattling of a deadly snake's tail, the way he hisses out the question. It means to warn you of danger ahead, of expert predation, of total and utter annihilation should you let him take a bite.

You drag your eyes back up to his smoky ones, half expecting to find slitted pupils that speak of poison. There isn't, just a mirthful quirk to his brow, and a solitary nod is all you can offer him in return.

“‘S alright.” He tips his chin in encouragement. “Go on, then. Ask.”

Another glance to his lips as you rummage through the dense brush that entangles your brain. Plucking one of the first you find, you ask, “Does it hurt?” eyes moving back to his.

That earns a little chuckle from Simon, an even smaller shake of the head. “Not now that it's healed,” he tells you truthfully, cheek dimpled in amusement. A beat passes, him waiting for another of your questions, and when you don't conjure one up, he jokes, “That it?” Clearly, he expected a barrage.

You take a second, searching for another, then simply, “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why'd you do it?”

Simon raises his shoulder in a shrug. “Dunno. Wanted to do somethin’ fun; different I s’pose,” his reasoning is as carefree as his voice sounds. He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “Plus, ‘s more useful than you think,” he tacks on at the end, something mischievous glinting in his eye. Deception maybe. Bait definitely.

Useful, he says? You doubt it. Having a second tongue sounds like a burden honestly. You'd have to learn how to talk, eat, and drink all over again, just like when you were a small child. But if he said so, and with such confidence, then it begs the question: “How?”

How is having a second tongue useful?

Throughout your entire conversation, Simon's maintained steady eye contact with you, his focus never faltering from yours. But now, as your brow creases in confusion, Simon breaks away, lids lowering as he gazes down at the floor. He rolls a thought around his head for a moment, that cheeky look still etched into his face. When he huffs an amused breath through his nose, it only deepens his smirk that much more, and then slowly, painfully unrushed, his eyes rake up, up, up your body, until settling on yours once again.

The look he gives you now is dark, a grin like the devil’s as he peers up at you. The tip of his forked tongue pokes out as it makes another swipe across his bottom lip.

No thoughts, except for Punk!Simon who takes you back to his place and shows you just how useful two tongues can be.

#split tongue simon riley my beloved 🖤#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2

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Dionysus & Bacchus cheat sheet deep dive

Signs he's reaching out • smelling wine all of a sudden, craving wine, You feel a twinge of madness, dreams with his attributes with him, seeing references of him everywhere

Herbs •psalakanthos plant, Grapes and their vines, Figs, Bay laurel, Barley, Pine, Pomegranate, Fennel, apples, berries, weed, Silver Fir, Bindweed, poppy, wheat and hops leafs, wildflowers, pine cones, Apple seeds, Blazing star. I think he would like Cinnamon, mint, feverfew (happiness), Pepper, basil, chives, horseradish (courage), orange, lemongrass, marjoram (insight), vanilla, sorrel, cinnamon (love)

Animals• Oxen and wild animals, asses, Leopards, Panther, Cheetah, serpents, rams, dolphins, tigers, lynx, panthers, goats, bats, griffons, bulls

Colors •purple, green, gold, Red, Black, White.

Patron of• fruit and intoxitation, Parties, Festivities, Banquets, Drinking, Bacchic Revelry, Madness, Bacchic Frenzy, Insanity, Hallucination, Homosexuality, Effeminacy, Cross-dressing, Forest Wilderness, Wild vegetation, Predatory big cats, Reincarnation, The path to Elysium, Comedy and Tragedy Plays, Playwrites, Actors, bartenders, the arts, non-binary people.

Curses• violence, and sickness, Destructive insanity, madness

Blessings• pleasure and fun, Religious frenzy (in the orgiastic cults), Ecstasy, Afterlife in Elysium (paradise), getting a bigger friend group, charismatic going up, getting a romantic partner.

Diety of• wine-making, orchards, fruit, vegetation, fertility, festivity, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, theatre, partying, Epiphany, weddings, death, sacrifice, sexuality, dancing, immortality, and reincarnation, uninhibited freedom, as well as the subversion of the powerful, ecstasy, and abandon, swamps and marshes.

Crystals• Amethyst, grape agate, Garnet, Ruby, deep red stones, tiger eye, serpentine, leopard jasper, amber, green opal or jade, carnelian, rose quartz (someone had it on their alter for him, so I added it here.), bloodstone, sugilite, purple fluorite, ametrine lepidolite

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Zodiac • Taruas

Vows/omans• none

Number• 7

Morals• he is morally ambiguous

Married to• Ariadne

Past lovers• Althaia, Ampelos, Aphrodite, Erigone, Kronois, Pallene, Physokoa, Polymnos.

What he favors in devotees• free-spirited, out-of-the-norm, wild lifestyle, gender fluid, transgender, nonbinary people. People are restricted wanting to become free.

Personality• He brings joy, ecstasy, and merriment, but also delivers "brutal and blinding rage”, he's a very chill guy, many say he is sassy. I met him once, and he respects people's boundaries.

Home• Mount Olympus

Equivalents/most resemblance • Osiris, Hades, Sabazios, Yahweh, Bacchus, Liber, Tammuz, Orotalt, Fufluns, Acan, Jesus.

Epithets• Acratophorus, Ἀκρατοφό.ρος “giver of unmixed wine at Phigaleia in arcadia, Acroreites at Sicyon Adoneus a Latinised form of Adonis and is also used as an epithet for Bacchus, AegobolusΑἰγοβόλος "goat-shooter" at Potniae in Boeoria, Aesymnetes Αἰσυμνήτης “ruler" or "lord" at Aroë and Patrae in Achaea, Agrios Ἄγριος "wild", in Macedonia, Androgynos Ἀνδρόγυνος ”Androgynous” specifically in intercourse referring to the god taking both an active male and a passive female role, Anthroporraistes, Ἀνθρωπορραίστης “man-destroyer" a title of Dionysus at Tenedos, Bassareus, Βασσαρεύς "fox-skin", which item was worn by his cultists in their mysteries. Bougenes, Βουγενής or Βοηγενής “borne by a cow", in the Mysteries of Lerna,

Braetes, Βραίτης "related to beer" at Thrace, Briseus Βρῑσεύς "he who prevails" in Smyrna, Bromios Βρόμιος "roaring” and "roar of thunder" refering to the wind amd primarily relating to the central death/resurrection element of his myths and also the god's transformations into lion and bull and of those who drink alcohol and refers to Dionysus' father, Zeus "the thunderer", Choiropsalasχοιροψάλας “pig-plucker" Greek χοῖρος = "pig"(which was used as a slang term for the female genitalia as A reference to Dionysus's role as a fertility deity), Chthonios Χθόνιος “the subterranean”, Cistophorus Κιστοφόρος "basket-bearer and ivy-bearer" because baskets are sacred to the Dionysus,Dimetor Διμήτωρ "twice-born" which Refers to Dionysus's two births, Dendrites Δενδρίτης "he of the trees" as a fertility god, Dithyrambos Διθύραμβος used at his festivals referring to his premature birth, Eleutherios Ἐλευθέριος “the liberator" also a epithet shared with Eros, Endendros ("he in the tree"), Enorches "with balls" with reference to his fertility, or "in the testicles" in reference to Zeus' sewing the baby Dionysus "into his thigh" which means his testicles used in Samos and Lesbos, Eridromos"good-running" in Nonnus' Dionysiaca, Erikryptos Ἐρίκρυπτος "completely hidden" in Macedonia, Euaster Εὐαστήρ from the cry "euae", Euius (Euios), from the cry "euae" in lyric passages, and in Euripides’ play “the bacche, Lacchus Lακχος a possible epithet which is associated with the Elusinian Mysteries, The name "Iacchus" may come from the Ιακχος (Iakchos) whicj is a hymn sung in honor of Dionysus.

Indoletes, Ἰνδολέτης, meaning slayer/killer of Indians Due to his campaign against the Indians, Isodaetes, Ισοδαίτης, meaning "he who distributes equal portions", cult epithet which is also shared with Helios, Kemilius, Κεμήλιος and kemas: "young deer, pricket",

Liknites "he of the winnowing fan", as a fertility god connected with mystery religions ( a winnowing fan was used to separate the chaff from the grain.)

Palazzo Massimo, Rome, Lenaius, Ληναῖος "god of the wine-press", Lyaeus, or Lyaios Λυαῖος, "deliverer” and "loosener") which refers to him as who releases from care and anxiety,

Lysius, Λύσιος "delivering, releasing" At Thebes there was a temple of Dionysus Lysius, MelanaigisΜελάναιγις "of the black goatskin" at the Apaturia festival,

Morychus Μόρυχος “smeared" in Sicily, because his icon was smeared with wine less at the vintage, Mystes Μύστης "of the mysteries" at Tegea in Arcadia, Nysian Nύσιος according to Philostatus he was called like this by the Ancient indians Most probably, because according to legend he founded the city of Nysa, Oeneus, Οἰνεύς "wine-dark" as god of the wine press, Omadios “flesh-eater", Eusebius writes in Preparation for the gospel that Euelpis of Carystus states that in Chios and Tendos they did a human sacrifice to Dionysus Omadios,

Phallen , (Φαλλήν) (probably "related to the phallus” at Lesbos, Phleus "related to the bloοm of a plant", Peudanor Ψευδάνωρ "false man" referring to his feminine qualities in Macedonia,

Pericionius, Περικιόνιος "climbing the column (ivy)" a name of Dionysus at Thebes, Semeleios or Semeleius or Semeleus an obscure epithet meaning 'He of the Earth' and 'son of Semele' Also “Son of Semele, Iakchus, wealth-giver”,

Skyllitas, Σκυλλίτας “related to the vine-branch" at Kos, Sykites, Συκίτης "related to figs" at Laconia,Taurophagus, Ταυροφάγος “bull eating", Tauros Ταῦρος “a bull", Theoinus, Θέοινος wine-god of a festival in Attica, Τhyiοn, Θυίων "from the festival of Dionysus 'Thyia' (Θυῐα) at Elis", Thyllophorus, Θυλλοφόρος "bearing leaves" at Kos, Dionysus and Zeus absorbs the role of Sabazios (a Thracian/Phrygian deity)

Facts• Dionysus was the last god to enter Olympus, When Dionysus had grown up lady Hera made him into a state of madness so he wandered through many countries of the earth, He was a student of the famous centaur Chiron who taught him how to dance, The common names Dennis and Denise are said to be derived from Dionysus. he hated the sight of an owl

Roots• Ancient Greece, Greek mythology, Mount Pramnos on Ikaria

Offerings • Honey, Meat, Alcohol (especially wine), Fruit, Cakes, Poetry, Songs, Spices (ex- cinnamon), Blood or liquids resembling blood, He thinks those "wine mom" signs that you get in cheap gift shops are hilarious, Grape juice, Intoxicants, Grapes, Olive oil, Apples, Figs, Eggs, Goblets, Curved daggers, Bull horns, Snake skin, Leopard or tiger print objects, Purple candles, Theatre masks, Sexual toys, Percussion instruments, Wine bottles, Fake/toy grapes, Leaves or curls from grapevines, Pine needles, Pinecones, Apple seeds, Bindweed, Wildflowers, Toys photos or art of any big cats, snakes, Hymns, Songs you’ve written, Any art that you create, Any stories that you create, Art, pictures of the comedy, Wine corks, Wine labels, Toy or miniature drums, milk, water from the sea (he has a strong connection with the sea), Decorative beads, party beads, flashy jewelry, Wine glasses, Shot glasses, Corkscrews, Sparkling cider, Grape flavored things, Cheese, hallucinogens, Nips (small alcohol bottles), Bottle opener, Beer/soda tabs, Alcohol bottles with cool labels, Costumes, NatureFig/fig newtonsBull imagery, Donkey imagery, Bones, Antlers, Dead/preserved animals, Hiking gear, Seeds, Concert/festival tickets, Locks of hair, Shaven beard hair, Pride swag, ravagant clothes/clothes that make you feel good.

Devotional • learn about sacred sex, shamanic journeying, responsible entheogen use, and alcohol as a sacrament, read “The Secret History” book, Make a playlist for Him, Dance and sing to your favorite songs or songs you’d think He would like, Throw a feast in His honor, Remembering to take your medication and taking care of your mental health, Support/donate to your local theatre in His name, Be a part of the theatre, Stand up for those that are marginalized, Write stories/plays for Him, Invite Him to watch plays or movies with you (especially comedies or tragedies), Throw parties or attend them, Attend festivals, Attend a wine tasting, Go on wine tours, Attend parades, Masturbate or partake in sexual acts for Him (if you’re comfortable doing so And over 18), Drink alcohol or grape juice, Smoke po, Learn about winemaking, Support local vineyards, Wear wreaths made from ivy, Wear faux leopard or tiger print, Wear the color purple, Pray to Him for things while intoxicated/high, Visit your local winery and participate in a grape-stomp, do some Homebrewing in his honor, Grow a garden in his honor, Make your own ritual tools in his honor, Collect art, do Glamourbombs in his honor, Pretend to be somebody else in his honor, go out to a club in his honor, listen to music in his honor, read in his his mythos, write things for a ritual and write a prayer for him, eat some grapes or have some grape juice or sparkling grape juice (or wine if able and of age), listen to party music, read plays, watch musicals or plays (ex- high school musical, Hamilton), listen to musical soundtracks, learn about the history of theatre, learn about viticulture and vineyards, do things that bring you pleasure, listen to party soundscapes, watch documentaries about any of his sacred animals, Trip intentionally/spiritually, Learn about substance abuse/recovery, Destigamtize drug users, Learn about harm reduction, Make home videos, Write poetry, Act, Dress up, Go to the woods, Dance/sing in the woods, Meditate in the woods, Learn wilderness safety and first aid, Learn what to do when encountering a wild animal, Go off the beaten path, Explore new areas, Pick up litter, Forage, Recycle bottles, Grow fruit, Try new fruits, Have sex (let the partner know beforehand it's in Diyonisus honor, 18+), Masturbate (18+), Have threesomes/swing (ask him before and make sure the other participants know it's in Dionysus's honor, 18+.), Finally, give into that one kink you’ve been ignoring (you know the one, 18+), Learn about consent with partners, Learn how to preserve dead animals, Learn about different life cycles (ex-plants, animals), Learn about immigration in your area, Learn about different cultures, Try foreign foods, Learn a new language, Learn about your ancestry, Help immigrants in your area, Grow your hair out, Keep a Manifest/Keep a manifestation journal, Use Sexual/creative energy to manifest, Shed your old self, Do Self-reflection/self-exploration, Identify areas where you overindulge (ex- food, substances, spending).

Symbols• Grapevine, ivy, phallus, Thyrsus, theatrical masks, Leopard Skin, Panther, Cheetah, the animal called asses, cymbals, swords, or serpents, rams, laurel, asphodel, dolphins, tiger, lynx, panther, horns, goats, his chariot pulled by 2 leopards, masks in general.

Siblings• Ares, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Aphrodite, Hebe, Hermes, Heracles, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Perseus, Minos, the Muses, the Graces.

His friends/gets along with• Maenads and Bacchantes and Satyrs and Sileni and Pan and Priapus

Attendees• Seilenos (God of Drunkenness), Pan (God of Shepherds & Pastures) the Satyroi and Seilenoi (spirits of Fertility & the Wild) The Bakkhantes and Mainades (Nymphe and Women revellers) Komos Satyriskos (cup-bearer)

Appearance in astral or gen• Dionysus often took on a bestial shape and was associated with various animals, often wearing an Ivy wreath, the thyrsus, and the kantharos (a large two-handled goblet) In early Greek art he has represented as a mature male, bearded and robed holding a fennel staff tipped with a pine-cone, but later on he was portrayed as youthful sensuous, naked or semi-naked androgynous youth and effeminate with brown hair and pale features, often holding grapes and drinking wine.

Parentage• Zeus and Semele, some sources also say Zeus and Demeter, some say Zeus and Persephone, but he always sends up with Persephone as a foster mother or as a biological mother, but before his reincarnation, his parents were Ammon and Amalthea.

Pet• leopards

Children • Priapus, Hymen, Thaos, Staphylus, Ononpion, Cumus, Phthonus, the Graces and Deianira, Seilenos, Pan, Satyroi & Seilenoi, Bakkhantes & Mainades, Komodo’s

season and festivles• Diyonosus festivals were bacchanalia, Dionysia, Anthesteria, Dionysian, Lenaia, Panathenaia, his season was spring and March and April

Day• 11th to the 13th of the month of Anthesterion, around the time of the January or February full moon.

Sacred places• Boitia in Greece, naxos Greek, island Edina in western Thrake, his holiest shrine was Mt kithairon (Nysa) in Boiotia Greece, he also declared war on India. A sacred place is the theatre.

Status• Greek god in the major theoi, and an agriculture Demi God.

Pet peeves• Uderestemating him, he probably won't like it if you ignore him

Music• Disco, show tunes, psychedelic rock, acid folk, Greek folk music, EDM, classical, new wave, art pop, vaporwave, just anything you can dance and sing to.

Tarot• Temperance, fool card, three of cups, the tower, 9 of cups (based off of how people see him through their tarot cards)

Scents/Inscene • Pine incense, frankensince, patchouli and vanilla, nutmeg, mulled wine, storax, and Benzoin, he dislikes lavender.

Prayers•

Regular prayer

Dionysos, god whose arrival is swift and certain, enduring friend of women and men whose welcome is warm, bringer of light, we see you in shadows. Dionysos, granter of great blessings, your presence is a heady wine. Kind-hearted god, to each you give as is fitting, each vessel you fill only as we can bear, and yet with even a sip, we are drunk upon you, and our faith is affirmed. Awesome god, by our own will we drink deeply, with you we become lost, we wander, we are found.

Litany to Dionysos

Dionysos of the vine, rich-tressed god of wine, potent and lusty, unmixed, undiluted, with full force you come to us, vital and robust, rich and strong and surprisingly sweet. Dionysos, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Ivy-bearing Dionysos, god of the green, of the power of root on stone, the force of life that will make its own way in spite of all who labor to hold it back, no will or work can bind your might. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Dionysos of the deep earth, of the dark world, of the unknown expanse beneath the black soil, beneath solid stone, of mysteries you know much, of death and of what lies beyond. God of secrets, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Dionysos the inspiring, granter of words of prose or poesy, words heard best by the drunken and the mad, words forgotten with the passing of night and delight. Bacchus, granter of rare transport, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Dionysos Soter, holder of the hearts of men, you free us from the cares of the world, each brilliant frenzied moment a shining jewel, each glimpse of the sacred more precious than gold. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Kindly Dionysos, granter of good to men and women, giver of gifts to all who seek your blessing. Gracious Dionysos, accepter of offerings great and small, friend of mankind, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Regular Prayer to Dionysos

Dionysos, deep-hearted one who knows the souls of men and women, whose hand is ever open, ever within reach. Dionysos, god who runs in the dark, who sees with eyes shut tight, who dances to the heart’s strong beat, ever are you yourself, ever constant, ever changing god of those who are trapped, those who seek your truth and their own, those who seek vision beyond seeing, those who seek wisdom beyond knowledge, those who seek the self, pure and sweet, those who seek clarity beyond definition, who seek to embrace the uncertain, to hold, but loosely, to what is true beyond trust.

Regular prayer to Dionysos

I praise Dionysos, lord of the vine, lord of the far reaches of the mind; in the thick of the woods, along darkened paths, in the shadows of dusk and of dawn, you roam the world, the satyrs and the pretty nymphs dancing in your wake. Son of Zeus and fair-haired Semele, bold-hearted Semele, who dared to look into the face of glory, beautiful Semele who you carried into life again, Semele reborn who men called Thyone; beloved of clever Ariadne, quick-witted one, so dear to your heart, your bright-eyed bride and consort; Dionysos, friend of women, friend of the blissful, wild-eyed maenads, pilgrims and pioneers, those who seek, your cheer and inspiration, those who seek your release, from sorrow and despair, those who are lost in joy, and those who have found themselves in you. Dionysos, god of the darkest dark and the deepest deep, boundless one, endless one, fathomless one, in you we see the edges of ourselves, in you, we find our life’s journey, in you we find our home.

To Dionysos

I call to Dionysos, great god of the vine, son of thundering Zeus and headstrong Semele, loving husband of warm-hearted Ariadne. From the east you came, old before the ancients, throughout the elder world were you beloved; in Naxos and Boitia were you celebrated, in temples and in the savage wilderness, the fleet-footed maenads running in your wake. The sweetest, strongest wine is ever your drink; the mind’s release, the body’s loosening, your gift. O Dionysos; thyrsus-shaker, ivy-crowned god, we see you in the shadows, we see you on the edges, we see you in the haze of ecstasy, where we know the truth of passion, where we find the essence of our being. Bacchus, I call to you!

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