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Honey Lavender Bread

submitted by @materiamystica​

½ cup Greek yoghurt ½ cup plain flour 1tsp baking powder ¼ tsp salt 1 tbsp dried lavender 1 tbsp honey 1 egg, beaten

The intent is to increase mental clarity and connection. To clear your spiritual and mental brain fog so that you can think and see more clearly again. To improve clarity of vision and connection to your heart’s desire. Lavender is employed to stimulate clarity and connection, cleansing, memory, passion, peace of mind, healing, love, passion and retention. With the honey for added sweetness and stickiness to make visions all the more sweet, and memories stick more permanently. Harvesting your own lavender can also be intended to honour Lammas, too!

1. Mix everything in a bowl and preheat the oven at 350 F. 2. Turn out onto a floured surface and knead adding more flour until it’s no longer sticky and has formed a nice stretchy bread dough. 3. Put into a floured loaf tin. 4. Brush top with egg wash. 5. Bake in the oven for 20-30 minutes until a golden crust has formed and a skewer comes out clean. 6. Slice and enjoy!

Just a little drawing that I did of an SCP.

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Baking a brioche on a stormy afternoon. A slow living approach.

We had a stormy day last week. The weather was gloomy and it was really windy. I decided to bake a Brioche. Bread making is such a great activity to slow down, and brioche are such a decadent treat. 

Making brioche was really hard for me the first couple of times, and I wish I watched videos on how to make it. 

 Brioche makes wonderful food for any celebrations of the pagan year! You can adapt the recipe to your need and add the flavours and herbs. They are perfect for you feasts are they are the embodiment of the little luxuries, the little extra we enjoy on a celebration day! At the end, I give you some ideas to adapt the recipe to each of the sabbats!

Prep time: 40 min

Rest time: 1h30

Proving time in the fridge: a whole night

Cooking time: 25 to 30 min

Material needed:

A standing mixer with a hook or a hand mixer with hooks. If you don’t have any of those, you can mix by hand but it is going to get really messy and it is much longer.

Ingredients

2tsp dry yeast

4tbsp milk

1tbsp suger

250g plain flour

30g sugar

125g butter at room temperature

3+1 eggs at room temperature

1tbsp Cointreau or Rhum

Recipe

Activate the yeast by mixing 2 tsp of dry yeast with 4tbsp of luke warm milk and a tbsp of sugar. Mix well and let it rest for at least 15min. The yeast is activated when there is a fluffy foam on the top of the milk.

In a bowl, mix flour, sugar, salt and butter together until crumbly.

In a small bowl beat 3 eggs with a tbsp of Cointreau or Rhum.

Add the beaten eggs and the yeast to the crumbly dough.

Start mixing with the robot for at least 5 min. The dough is ready when it is smooth, silky and sticky (don’t worry about that)

First proving:

Cover the bowl with cling film and let the dough rest in a warm place. Near a radiator is really good or in the oven at minimal heat (no more than 30°C / 86°F). Let it rise for about 1h30 or when the volume has doubled. If there is a wind draft, the dough will never rise.

Second proving:

Once the first rising is done, punch the dough to remove the gaz accumulated. At this point the dough is really sticky and that’s normal, don’t be tempted to add more flour. Cover the bowl again and let it rest a full night in the fridge. The dough will rise a bit again.

The day after:

Pre heat the oven at 180°C/350°F

Sprinkle flour on your worktop and start rolling the dough in a large cylinder. Cut it in 3 equal parts.

Roll each part in a long sausage, then braid them together.

Beat one egg and spread it on the braided brioche with a brush. It will make the crust gold and shiny

Bake 25 to 30min at 180°C/350°F

A few important tips:

This dough has a lot of butter that make is very sticky. That’s why the nigh in the fridge is very important. It makes the dough hard enough to be manipulated. Try to work quickly so the dough stays cold.

If you don’t have room temperature butter, shred the butter with a cheese grater it will do just fine.

No alcohol? No problem! Try to perfume the brioche with vanilla or orange zest!

Sabbaths celebrations ideas:

Mabon - 20th-22nd September - Add some sliced apples to the dough before the first proving time

Samhain - 31st October - Add a tsp of pumpkin spices to the flour.

Yule - 20th-22nd December - Add orange zest and orange juice to the mix instead of the Cointreau

Imbolc - 1st February - Don’t change the recipe it is perfect for this celebration day!

Ostara - 20th-22nd March - CHOCOLATE! Add chocolate chips to the batter before mixing everything together

Beltane - 1st May - Use 30g of honey instead of sugar

Litha - 20th-22nd June - Again, you can use honey and also add oranges. Maybe brush a bit of orange marmalade when it is straight out of the oven

Lughnasadh - 31st July - Add Strawberries / Raspberries / Blueberries to the mix before the first proving time

💫 Circles In Witchcraft 💫

WHAT IS A CIRCLE?: A circle is an energetic construct used in witchcraft. It can enhance the power of a spell and protect you. It can be marked as something that is both physical or energetic, or both! WHEN DO I CAST A CIRCLE?: Circles are cast before you do a spell, ritual, divination, ect. When you do it really depends on the type of witch but the short answer is: it is cast before doing magick. As I said above, to protect you and to enhance the spells power. DO I HAVE TO CAST ONE BEFORE DOING A SPELL?:  Absolutely not! I only ever cast a circle when I am doing a big spell. Usually a spell or ritual during one of the sabbats. it isn’t necessary to do any spell, but since it enhances the power of the spell & protects you it is a good idea to do before any spell that will require a lot of time and work.  HOW TO CAST A CIRCLE: - The space Figure out how much space you will need! The circle needs to encompass you and all the tools you will use in the spell, plus candles/incense.  - Your supplies  Try to make sure you have all your supplies together, I have forgotten stuff a few times and had to exit the circle. It can be done, but it’s just an overall not fun inconvenience.  - Atmosphere  This may be obvious, like remembering your supplies, but remember if any candles are going to be lit or if any incense is going to be burned, get that prepared too. - Cleanse  First cleanse the space! This can be done both physically & energetically. I usually sweep the ground where I’m going to cast a circle. Then I use the smoke from a candle I’ve blown out to cleanse it energetically. I also have a post about cleansing you can find -here-. - Protection & Safety  You’re going to want to ward before you do any magick. But especially big spells where you’ll need to cast a circle, when deities, spirits, invoking, ect may be involved. Here’s a really good post about warding. Elemental Method:  - Supplies: A feather  A red candle  Moon water Rock quartz  Alright, you’ve cleansed and you’ve warded and you’ve got your supplies all together. Now it’s go time.  Start with the East, turn to it and say “I summon the East, protect & empower this sacred circle”  The East is associated with the element of air. So I offered a feather. You could either lay this down ahead of time, or let it drift from your hand into the space/on your altar during circle casting.  Next turn to the South, and say “I summon the South, protect & empower this sacred circle” then light the candle.  The south is associated with the element fire and the color red. So I lit a red candle.  Then turn to the West, and say “I summon the West, protect & empower this sacred circle”  The West is associated with the element water, so I offered some super moon water from a glass. This would traditionally be done with your chalice.  Finally turn to the North, and say “I summon the North, protect & empower this sacred circle”  The North is associated with the element Earth so I offered up my chunk of rock quartz.  Now imagine the circle, or well sphere of energy forming around you and solidifying. Take this moment to focus and ground yourself. Chant, do anything you’d like to do that focuses you and brings the energy up. Summon any deities or spirits you wish to assist you. Now, cast your spell! Once you are done with the spell, imagine the circle crumbling into the ground. And the energy used releasing itself.  Alternative Offering: You could also offer lit candles to all the elements. Yellow for East, Red for South, Blue for West, & Green for North. Salt: Instead of making offerings to the elements you could go from East, South, West, & North, and sprinkle a thin trail of salt. Or you could sprinkle salt in addition to the elemental method.  If you’re casting this circle outside, use crushed eggshells instead of salt. Salt could damage the plants and grass nearby. Tips, Reminders & Questions: - What if I have to leave the circle?  I usually just imagine pulling a curtain back to exit the circle, then pulling it back again to enter again. But you could visualize anything you want. It is okay in my opinion to leave the circle.  - Make sure no one interrupts  Maybe this won’t apply to you but, I have not been interrupted while doing magick or casting a circle. But the idea of it just really irks me. It feels like it’d break the circle & my energy & intent. If you feel like this would apply to you, prepare to do the circle late at night or on a day when no one is around. If you have family or roommates.  As far the details of the elemental method go, that’s just how I do it. You can make up your own method or search up others for inspiration. This is from my grimoire, please do not copy or redistribute the elemental method section. This is all just my opinion.  Hope this helped someone! Enjoy! Have a lovely day 💖

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I’m allergic to touching cold things

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Éowyn was my first fictional crush.

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I used to be a cartoonist for our town’s little indy newspaper.

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I really don’t like flying.

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When I get migraines which I’m diagnosed susceptible to, they literally can last two days minimum, maximum WEEK AND A FUCKING HALF

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Which is kinda funny because I shouldn’t drink it much due to my anxiety.

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Wow ok im flattered I was tagged

One thing about me is - i got surgery on my arm when i was lil and i have a hole in my arm and now i call it my second belly button

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Such honor!

One thing? I can’t get cold. Well, I can. I just can’t feel it. To the point where I had frost bite on my two fingers.

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Thanks @shinyvapor26 and @nanananakins for tagging me!

I can’t ride a bike. I never owned one so I never got the chance to learn. I have attempted to once, but I went straight into a bush 😂

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When I played soccer back in the day I dislocated my knee and it still acts up from time to time… and this happened nine years ago.

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Mun: I use to be afraid of clowns but thanks to homestuck I’m more afraid I’ll hurt someone dressed as a clown now

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Fun fact: I’m scared of driving but love riding my bike

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Childhood friends AU ♡

mdlksdfsd my fave thing is when ppl outside of florida ask “how do alligators even get in ur pools??? how do they get into ur yards???”

alligators can climb fences. they do this a lot

The Seven Deadly Sins

Just a little thing. I didn’t put too much effort into this lolol. And I didn’t get all the sins in there either, but hey! Yandere scenarios for five of the seven deadly sins!

Warnings: yandere, suggestive content, dark themes

Bakugou (Pride)

Anyone that would deny that Bakugou was the best of the best was a lying, jealous pissant. His quirk was the quirk to have, one that had more uses than any of those wannabe, loser mouthbreathers he called his classmates. On top of that, Bakugou was strong, fast, agile, and his stamina was certainly something to write home about. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to make it big in this world; everyone else either wanted to be him, fuck him, or fight him, as it should be.

So when Bakugou told you that the two of you were going out, and you told him that you certainly were not, he’d nearly lost his shit. What was wrong with you? Were you blind? Clearly there was something wiry with your head if you didn’t know that you should have been honored that Bakugou even spared you a second glance! Maybe you were just ignorant. It could be that you just weren’t aware of Bakugou’s splendor– as unlikely as that was, he’d simply have to give you a reminder. After all, he couldn’t expect someone so cute to be smart, too.

He’d show off more in front of you, making sure to blow your mind whenever your eyes found their way back to him during training exercises. He’d be sure to best any other guy he’d previously seen you talking to, so you knew that it was clear that he was better than any of them. If that didn’t grab your attention– it was amazing that it didn’t– he’d have to start getting a little more aggressive. He’d knock into you more often in the halls, making sure to help his little mouse collect her things when they’d scatter everywhere. Of course, he wouldn’t apologize for the incident; if you weren’t such a klutz, you wouldn’t be having these issues.

Touchy, touchy. He somehow managed to get the two of you paired up during hero training more often than not, and boy was that his time to shine. He’d use every opportunity to grab onto your body, whether it was to “detain you”, or “save you” didn’t matter. He’d have his hard cock pressed against your ass either way, just to make sure you knew what you were missing out on. He’d relish that fact that he could make your cheeks darken after hardly any effort.

Bakugou would eventually come to the conclusion that you didn’t dislike him, you were just being a stuck-up bitch. He’d really just have to make you admit it, behind closed doors, with you underneath him, pinned down, helpless, and unable to deny just how great Bakugou really is.

And hell, he’d show you that he wasn’t prideful for no reason.

Shinsou (Envy)

“You can’t help what your heart longs for…”

It hurt… It was never supposed to be this way. It was never supposed to be you advancing onto class A, leaving poor, unfortunate Shinsou in the dust. He was just as capable as you, moreso even… when he put his mind to it. It was just that you had yourself a flashy quirk. You were lucky. He was not. The world was unfair, and it hurt him.

For awhile, Shinsou wanted to stay rueful of you. He didn’t want to have to watch you advance, or gain attention from both your peers and hero agencies, or become friends with other “gifted” students that also didn’t know how lucky they were. He didn’t want to watch, but he couldn’t help it.

He wasn’t able to look away when you were wowed and wooed by the pathetically squirrely antics of none other than Izuku Midoriya, the kid who stunted Shinsou’s chances to be seen as something more than he was all those years ago at the sports festival.

What an ugly, creeping feeling crawling its way from Shinsou’s ribs to his shoulders as he watched Midoriya’s lips move slowly, less than an inch away from your ear, sharing secrets that made your body flush. He felt like he was drowning, wanting so badly to know what Midoriya had been whispering, what it’d be like to feel your blush radiating off your skin because of something he said, or how it’d feel if he was the on you smiled for after brushing your hair around your ear.

This wasn’t right. It was better when he felt disdainful because of you. Now he had to deal with these impossible feelings of wanting… needing… coveting…

What did you see in Midoriya that made you so blind to Shinsou? Was it his energy, his looks (come on. him?), or just the fact that he’d been born with an exceptional quirk, one that would easily make him a hero? And why was Shinsou suddenly so invested in who whispered into your ear? He no longer knew whether or not he was jealous of Midoriya, or if he was jealous of you, but he was certain that this longing would not be satiated until he did something about it.

You could never understand what it was like to yearn for something so badly, but never quite have it in your grasp. He’d try to explain to you… after he took you (honestly, you were far too trusting. Probably because you’ve never been in any real situation where you had to question your judgement), but you wouldn’t listen, even when he’d have your mind washed so you were no longer screaming or cursing at him.

Shinsou had the drive to take things when the world wouldn’t serve him his desires on a silver platter. He took you, but you didn’t love him yet, so he’d just have to keep taking things from you until you did: your first kiss… a surprised gasp… a wistful sigh… a drawn out moan… He’d continue take and take and take, until everything you had besides your quirk was virtually his, and after that, he’d continue to take until you understand that longing ache he had for you, and to be a hero, and to be more than what people made him out to be. By this time, he didn’t even want anything that wasn’t you anymore, but until you and him were on the same page, he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop until you longed, and you craved, and you wanted, and when you did, he’d have you, so he’d have everything, and the tables would turn.

…Until he decided that it was Midoriya’s turn to be green with envy.

Hawks (Gluttony)

Please pay attention to him– he’d only ever wanted to impress you.

It was mating season for bird thots everywhere, which meant it was time to get a little bit flashy… Baby Keigo didn’t grow up with a whole lot, so you couldn’t really blame him for becoming a bit of a hype beast. He collected all the newest garb, bringing it all home to show it off to you. If you, his precious little bird didn’t want to act like she cared, well, that was fine, right? That just meant… he had to bring you more stuff: pearl necklaces, new Adidas, boxes of chocolates, a nice throw. He certainly couldn’t get you a phone or a computer because– ha! He wouldn’t want you calling anyone for help or anything. But would you… if you had the chance? Why would you when he took such good care of you? The idea that maybe you weren’t playing hard to get, and instead just didn’t like Hawks… after he brought you all this stuff? It kinda stings, babe! 

Thinking about that would put him in a bad mood and you don’t want a grumpy bird thot on your hands. He’d hoard all the stuff he bought in his little comfy nest he made for the two of you, chirping all about all he had to go through to get you these things, only to have you be your regular spoiled and standoffish self. Oh yes, he’d be entirely too quick to play the guilt game. Manipulative? Maybe. Charming? He sure thought he was! Incredibly annoying? To you, absolutely. You’d just have to give him the attention he so desperately wanted if only to stop all his crooning. 

You’d have to sit next to him, tell him that you loved all that he’d done for you, stroke his feathers, feed him some of those chocolates– hold up! Ohhh little chickadee, please don’t you stop stroking those wings. Originally, he wanted to spoil you, but baby angel, you made him feel so good. This was definitely on purpose, right angel? You wanna show him that you wanna be with him? You want to love him? It doesn’t matter at the moment, just— just please don’t stop touching him!

You made his body hot, and those beautiful, angelic fingers felt so incredibly soothing as they wove through his feathers. But be careful baby girl. You’d gotten yourself in a bit of a pickle; the more you pull your hands through his wings, the more you’d be telling him you want to mate with him, but the instant you pull away, he would, without a shadow of a doubt, jump your bones.  

He really couldn’t help himself. He was a glutton for you, babe!

Midoriya (Greed)

If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s gonna want some milk.

What was Izuku Midorya’s cookie? That simple smile his bunny sent his way.

Oh, how… adorable it was. The first time you’d smiled at him, his belly filled with so much warmth and he got this tingling feeling that followed him throughout his entire night. Midoriya didn’t know what it was that did him in about that gentle regard, but he did know that he wanted to see it again. The same fuzzy feeling he got returned to him every time he collected another one of your smiles, but it wasn’t as all encompassing as it had been the first time. Midoriya wanted– no, needed more, just to get the same pleasurable feeling back, if only for a second.

More.

A brush of the hands, fingertips to fingertips, your touch was precious to Midoriya. It was exhilarating whenever he got to touch you, whether he was passing something back to you and he let his fingers linger on you for just a tiny bit longer than was entirely necessary, or in shorter bursts when you slapped his hands when something good happened. That time you playfully grabbed his hand and pretended to read his palm– how you looked up from at him while your fingers traced his “love line”, Midoriya realized that touching you was at once, both everything and not enough.

More.

Why couldn’t this be enough? Why wouldn’t he ever be satisfied.

At first he thought that he could wait– spend his time working his way up to a kiss, and from a kiss, something more, little by little, but his darling moved far too slow for that. It wasn’t that his bunny wasn’t worth waiting for, but your pace was excruciating and Midoriya spent too many nights with a roaring ache in his loins, you stuck behind his eyelids. He pictured you running your hands over his bare chest too many times not to make that a reality.

More.

When Midoriya finally got to kiss you, he wouldn’t stop there. It could never have been a simple peck on your lips that only lasted a second– one that would have you turn away with a blush until you eventually ran away, all cute and bashful like you were. No, Midoriya would have to slip his tongue in between your lips, and he would have to ignore how your beautiful, warm body tensed when his finger tips slid from your cheeks to your neck. It would have to be a kiss where Midoriya could lodge his knees between your legs, hold you close, and swallow your pleas with more kisses. Again and again and again. Your soft lips against his. He’d keep you to himself, your body would be his to roam over, his to mark up, and his to touch, and kiss, and love until you have nothing left to give.

And then he’d take more.

Because Midoriya would always be greedy for you, and you were not supposed to give cookies to mice.

Aizawa (Sloth)

If Aizawa was weighted to the couch, you were also weighted to the couch. There was absolutely no getting up allowed on days that he had off. If you weren’t caged in underneath the erasure hero, his arms would be wrapped around you at all times, holding you tightly, offering you nothing but lazy kisses whenever you protested or tried to wriggle away from him.

He’d have mounds of blankets piled on top of the both of you, creating a snug little prison for you, and a cozy paradise for him. Nothing was better than having you pressed up against him– no other responsibilities besides making sure that his little kitty was comfy, secure, close, and protected.

He’d order takeout and enjoy feeding you by hand, loving it even more when he could lick or nibble any food that he’d “accidentally” get on you while he was at it, and he’d gently massage your scalp while your laid your sleepy head on his lap. He adored the cute, little noises you gave out when you were on the edge of sleep, so he’d keep you there, in that state, rubbing your head, back, and ass to get you to drift to sleep, and kissing your neck and shoulders to keep you awake.

Even the way he fucked you when you had days like these was more than a little lazy. He’d turn you into a little sushi ball, all tucked and rolled up in your blankets with nothing but your legs exposed. He’d lick your pussy, but only enough to get you wet and wanting, and mount you when you were bound and powerless, ready to take anything he had to give. He couldn’t help but cum inside of you when he finally got there; pulling out would only be a bother– a mess he’d have to clean. Besides, with your face all cute and red when when you got hot and bothered, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist claiming you like that whenever he had the opportunity.

He’d always cherish these slothful Sundays he could spend doing nothing but loving his little kitten.