#incense heritage

[shreejiagarbattiworks]

Explore the fascinating journey of incense in India, from its roots in ancient rituals to its modern-day significance. Indian incense sticks, crafted with sacred herbs like sandalwood and ashtagandha, have been cherished for their spiritual, medicinal, and aesthetic benefits. The evolution from traditional dhoop to handcrafted agarbatti reflects the ingenuity of Indian artisans. Today, incense continues to play a vital role in meditation, puja ceremonies, and creating serene ambiences worldwide. Discover how this fragrant tradition preserves cultural heritage while connecting generations across India and beyond.

[holygroundgone]

bed sharing is too stimulating, going on and on about his youthful high temperature and his scent, his unique scent, his male hormones

[omegaincense]

Mysuru Dasara 2024: A Royal Celebration of Dussehra Traditions in Karnataka

[jockauct-requiem]

Rejected — Possessing an Italian Law Student

Before the story starts, if you like Drew, send me a dm and maybe we can get you to possess his body next ;).

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As he swiped, a particular profile caught his eye. Drew, a 20-year-old law student, exuded an air of confidence and charm. His chiseled face, framed by tousled brown hair, showcased a captivating smile. The photos revealed a tall, athletic build, with muscles that hinted at hours spent in the gym. Drew's bio mentioned his Italian heritage, and Kai couldn't help but be drawn to his exotic allure.

With a quick swipe right, Kai initiated the match, his heart racing with anticipation. To his delight, Drew responded promptly, their initial conversation flowing smoothly. Kai's excitement grew as they exchanged messages, but his enthusiasm soon turned to disappointment. Drew became increasingly distant, his replies short and unenthusiastic. Despite Kai's efforts, the conversation fizzled out, leaving Kai feeling rejected and lonely.

Frustrated and desperate, Kai turned to his esoteric interests for solace. He had always been fascinated with the concept of astral projection and the idea of taking control of another's body. In his mind, it was the ultimate form of intimacy, a way to truly understand and experience someone else. And so, he devised a plan, a spell to possess Drew's body, to make him pay for his indifference.

That night, as the moon cast a soft glow through his window, Kai prepared for the ritual. He lit candles, their flickering flames creating a mystical atmosphere. Incense filled the air with a heady aroma, enhancing the ambiance. Kai chanted ancient incantations, his voice steady and determined. As he reached the climax of the spell, he visualized Drew, focusing on his energy, his essence.

In a blur of sensations, Kai felt his consciousness detach from his physical form. He was floating, free from the constraints of his own body. Guided by his desire, he traveled through the astral plane, searching for Drew's essence. He could sense the young law student's presence, his energy drawing Kai closer.

Kai entered Drew's room, his astral body phasing through the walls. He found Drew lying in bed, his lanky frame relaxed in sleep. As Kai merged with Drew's body, the young man's eyes snapped open, his body convulsing as if shocked by an electric current. Drew gasped, his breath ragged, and then his body went limp, his eyes becoming vacant.

Kai smiled, his lips curving seductively as he realized he was now in control. He sat up, feeling the strength and agility of Drew's body. It was a thrilling sensation, like wearing a perfectly tailored suit. He ran his hands through Drew's thick hair, admiring the way it felt between his fingers. The body he had craved was now his to command.

Walking over to the full-length mirror, Kai couldn't help but admire the reflection staring back at him. Drew's body was a masterpiece of masculine beauty. His broad shoulders tapered down to a lean waist, and his muscular arms and legs were defined by years of dedicated training. Kai flexed his new muscles, reveling in the power they exuded. He took out Drew’s (or now, HIS) phone and had to snap a picture. He stripped his shirt and Drew’s pajamas leaving only a great boxer on.

"This is what you get, Drew," Kai whispered, his voice deep and seductive. "You ignored me, but now I own you. Your body is mine to enjoy." “These thighs are so fucking hot. You could’ve used them to fuck me, but instead you just had to ignore me hehe”

Kai's hands roamed freely over Drew's chest, tracing the contours of his pecs and the ridges of his abs. He pinched his own nipples, enjoying the sensation of pleasure that coursed through his new body. He let out a soft moan, reveling in the eroticism of the moment.

"I've always wanted to be inside a body like this," Kai murmured, his eyes never leaving the mirror. "To feel the power, the raw masculinity. And now, I can do whatever I please."

Kai's fingers trailed down to the waistband of Drew's boxers, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he slid them down his thighs. Drew's cock sprang free, uncut and thick, already semi-erect. Kai's breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon the impressive length, his heart racing with anticipation.

"Bellissimo," he whispered, using the Italian word for beautiful. "You have been hiding such a treasure, Drew. But now, I will unlock all your secrets. Becoming an Italian stallion is going to be immensely fun compared to my lowly Asian body”

Kai knelt before the mirror, his eyes fixed on the reflection of Drew's cock. He ran his fingers along the shaft, feeling the warmth and hardness of his new manhood. He traced the veins that pulsed with each beat of his heart, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

"Si, si bello," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me show you how an Italian stallion pleasures himself."

With skilled fingers, Kai began to stroke Drew's cock, his grip firm and confident. He pumped the shaft, slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm to the beat of his own heart. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and Kai leaned in, licking it off with a flick of his tongue. The salty taste sent a jolt of excitement through his body.

"Oh, Drew, your cock is so hard, so ready," he panted, his voice thick with lust. "I wonder how long it's been since you've had a good wank. Well, I'm going to make it worth the wait."

Kai increased the pace, his hand flying up and down the shaft, his grip tightening with each stroke. He watched in the mirror as Drew's cock twitched and throbbed, the head glistening with precum. He leaned in, sucking the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he moaned around the thick shaft. "I could suck you off all night, or I guess myself, but I want to feel you cum in MY hand."

Withdrawing his mouth, Kai resumed his feverish stroking, his other hand cupping Drew's balls, rolling them gently. He could feel the tension building, the pressure of Drew's orgasm rising. Kai quickened his pace, his breathing becoming shallow as he neared his own climax.

"That's it, Drew, cum for me," he urged, his voice hoarse. "Let me see your beautiful cock spray its load."

With a loud groan, Drew's cock erupted, shooting rope after rope of hot cum onto the mirror. “NON CI CREDO!! STO EIACULANDO!! Kai continued to stroke, milking every last drop from the twitching shaft. He watched, mesmerized, as the cum dripped down the glass, a testament to the power of his possession.

As the orgasmic haze began to clear, Kai stood, his eyes still fixed on the mirror. He admired the cum-covered reflection, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"This is just the beginning, Drew," he whispered, his voice laced with promise. "Your body is mine to explore, and I intend to enjoy every moment."

With that, Kai turned away from the mirror, his mind already spinning with the possibilities of what he could do next, all while Drew's consciousness remained trapped, helpless, and utterly ignored, just as he did to Kai on Hinge.

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If you loved Drew’s body just as much as Kai, send me a dm and I’ll see what I can do ;). Maybe you can kick Kai out of his hinge date’s body and become this young Italian jock instead…

[tylermileslockett]

Hellenic Polytheism or Hellenismos is the traditional, polytheistic (multiple gods) religious belief system of Ancient Greece. Modern people who believe in pre-Christian and polytheistic belief systems often refer to themselves as pagans. Let’s look at some of the general practices of typical Hellenic worship.

         Hellenic Polytheists use altars or shrines to worship specific Gods within the Greek Pantheon. For example, an altar for Apollo may contain an image or sculpture bust of the god, as well as a side table, called a trapezōmata, which holds offerings of incense and flowers or food and drink such as wine, honey, milk, or olive oil. Another tripod incense holder was called a Thymiateria.

Before engaging in a ceremony, the practitioner will employ purification methods with lustral water (ritually cleansed). They may recite hymns or prayers in honor of the god, using the Homeric hymns for example. The practitioner may use a divination practice to seek guidance or gain insight from a god through methods like casting lots, reading signs from nature, oracle prophecies, and dream interpretations. In their ceremonies, ancient Greeks would perform rites in respect to their Ta Patria, (ancestral homeland heritage), and they would take pride in their reverence with Hos Kallista, or the highest level of beauty.

         Hellenic Polytheism follows annual calendar festivals commemorating Gods or famous mythological events such as the Panathenaia in Athens (commemorating Athena), the Anthesteria and City Dionysia; (festivals celebrating Dionysus) The Olympics (a physical competition in honor of Zeus) and the Thargelia, (dedicated to Apollo and Artemis), and the Thesmophoria, (a festival exclusive to women in honor of Demeter), among many others. 

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[coven-of-genesis]

Beginner in witchcraft tips? Like where should I start?

Beginner witchcraft tips

Part one : where & how do I start

1. Research and Respect Open Practices

• What Are Open Practices?

Open practices are spiritual or magical systems that do not require initiation, cultural heritage, or permission to engage in. Examples include eclectic witchcraft, kitchen witchcraft, green witchcraft, hedge witchcraft, and secular witchcraft.

• Avoiding Cultural Appropriation:

Practices like smudging (specific to Indigenous cultures), Hoodoo, and Voodoo are closed practices unless you are properly initiated or invited. Instead, use general terms like “smoke cleansing” with herbs like rosemary or lavender.

2. Build a Foundation of Knowledge

• History and Ethics of Witchcraft

Study the historical persecution of witches, modern witchcraft movements like Wicca, and the ethical principles (e.g., Wiccan Rede, the Threefold Law, or personal moral codes).

• Learn the Basics of Magic:

• Correspondences: Study how herbs, crystals, colors, and moon phases align with magical intentions.

• Intentions: Understand that intention is the core of magical practice. Clarity and focus are vital.

3. Start with Simple Tools and Techniques

• Common Tools:

You don’t need expensive or elaborate items to begin. Everyday objects like candles, notebooks, or kitchen herbs work just as well as specialized tools.

• Candles for fire energy (tea lights are excellent for beginners).

• Herbs like rosemary (cleansing and protection), basil (prosperity), and chamomile (calming).

• Salt for purification.

• Crystals like clear quartz (amplification), amethyst (calm), or rose quartz (love).

• DIY Approach:

Craft your own tools or collect items from nature (leaves, stones, feathers) for more personal meaning.

4. Create a Sacred Space

• Physical Space:

Choose a small area for your altar or sacred space. This can be a shelf, a table, or even a portable box. Include items like:

• A candle for focus and light.

• Representations of the elements (e.g., a bowl of water, stones, a feather).

• Personal objects that bring comfort or inspiration.

• Energetic Space:

Use cleansing techniques to clear your space, such as sprinkling salt, using sound (bells or clapping), or wafting incense.

5. Practice Energy Work

• Grounding:

This helps connect you to the earth and stabilize your energy. A simple method:

• Sit or stand barefoot. Imagine roots growing from your feet deep into the ground. Visualize excess energy flowing down these roots into the earth.

• Centering:

Gather scattered energy into your core. Visualize a glowing ball of light in your chest or belly, representing your personal power.

• Shielding:

Protect your energy by visualizing a protective bubble or shield of light around you.

6. Explore Divination

• Tarot or Oracle Cards:

• Start by pulling a single card daily to learn its meaning and connect with your intuition.

• Many decks come with guidebooks to help beginners.

• Pendulums:

Use a pendulum for yes/no questions. Practice by asking simple, clear questions and observing the swing (e.g., clockwise for yes, counterclockwise for no).

• Scrying:

Try gazing into a bowl of water, a mirror, or a candle flame to receive intuitive insights.

7. Learn Magical Timing

• Lunar Phases:

• New Moon: Set intentions and start new projects.

• Waxing Moon: Build energy and take action.

• Full Moon: Amplify power, perform gratitude rituals.

• Waning Moon: Release and banish unwanted energies.

• Days of the Week:

• Example: Thursday is associated with abundance and success.

• Seasons and Sabbats:

Research the Wheel of the Year (e.g., Yule, Beltane) and celebrate the seasons in ways that resonate with you.

8. Work With Nature and the Elements

• Earth: Grow plants, use crystals, or walk barefoot outside.

• Air: Burn incense, write affirmations, or meditate on your breath.

• Fire: Light candles, work with fire-safe herbs, or set intentions during sunsets.

• Water: Take ritual baths, work with moon water, or meditate near a body of water.

9. Keep a Grimoire or Book of Shadows

• Document your spells, rituals, and experiences.

• Include correspondences (e.g., herbs, colors, moon phases), affirmations, and journal entries about your practice.

• This will help you reflect on your progress and refine your methods over time.

10. Develop Your Own Path

• Personalize Your Practice:

Use what resonates with you and leave out what doesn’t. Witchcraft is a flexible and personal journey.

• Be Patient:

Progress takes time. Focus on consistency rather than perfection.

• Stay Open-Minded:

Connect with other practitioners to exchange ideas, but always critically evaluate what you incorporate into your practice.

[japaneseaesthetics]

A Massive (45 lbs) Japanese Silver Incense Burner, Meiji Period. Heritage Auctions

[sailorgoon13]

Sebastian Sallow

Basics:

Full Name: Sebastian Sallow

Nickname: Seb, Sebby, or whatever clever name Ominis comes up with

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 18 November, 1874

Heritage: Scottish

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Yew, Dragon Heartstring, 11", Slightly Yielding

Appearance:

Hair Color: Chestnut Brown

Eye Color: Rich Dark Brown

Skin Tone: Fair

Height: 5'11"

Body Type: Athletic and lean. Agile

Style: White button-down shirt and green tie. Suit jacket, in shades of dark green or silver. When not at Hogwarts he wears something practical and relaxed. He isn't one for fashion, just as long as he looks like he tried then it is an accomplishment

Features: Freckles!! His hair falls effortlessly over his forehead in waves. The natural, slightly unkempt style of his hair reflects Sebastian's casual confidence and rebellious spirit

Personality:

Traits: Charismatic, Determined, Optimistic, Fearless, Protective, Complex

Likes: Knowledge, Dueling, Quidditch, Forbidden Magic

Dislikes: Failure, Authority, Uncertainty, Injustice, Goblins

Hobbies: Crossed Wands, Quidditch, Breaking into the Restricted Section

Fears: Anne dying, Being sent to Azkaban, Ominis and Y/N hating him

Family and Friends:

Father: Unknown

Died when he and Anne were young

Was a Professor

Mother: Unknown

Died when they were young

Was a Professor, as well

Siblings: Anne Sallow (Twin)

Was always Sebastian's best friend

When she became cursed, it hurt Sebastian more than it hurt her

Friends: Ominis Gaunt, Y/N

Magic:

Special Abilities: Mastery of Unforgivable Curses, skilled duelist,

Boggart: Solomon

Patronus: Beagle

Polyjuice: It would have a deep, ebony color with swirling wisps of silver or green and would look like a syrup or a molasses. Smell smoky incense and the faintest trace of something sweet and floral. There is a sharp tang of bitterness with a lingering sweetness, like the taste of ripe blackberries.

Amortentia: Old books, Smoke from a campfire, Salty sea air and Cedar

Backstory:

Sebastian and his twin sister Anne grew up in the Scottish countryside, under the guidance of their parents who were esteemed professors. From a young age, their parents instilled in them the value of knowledge, curiosity, and the pursuit of truth. Sebastian admired his parents deeply, wanting to have their optimism, open-mindedness, and boundless eagerness for learning.

Tragedy struck when a lamp in their cellar, tainted with an undetectable toxin, claimed the lives of their beloved parents. Orphaned, Sebastian and Anne were taken in by their uncle Solomon Sallow, who lived in the secluded village of Feldcroft. However, their relationship with their uncle was strained; Solomon, a stern and unforgiving man who was also an ex-Auror had clashed with Sebastian's refusal to accept Anne's situation.

During this time, Sebastian found peace in the companionship of his friend, Ominis Gaunt, who he met in their first year at Hogwarts. Along with Anne, the trio would often retreat to the hidden sanctuary of the Undercroft, where they practiced spells and played Gobstones, shielded from the prying eyes of the world above. Ominis, like Sebastian, harbored secrets and shadows of his own, forging a bond of trust that endured more than most.

As Anne's condition worsened, Sebastian's desperation drove him to the forbidden arts of the Dark Arts, seeking a cure that eluded even the most skilled healers. When Solomon intervened, tensions reached a boiling point, resulting in a fateful confrontation that shattered their already fragile family.

Despite the turmoil, Sebastian found comfort in his friendships, including one with a fellow student, MC. Their bond, forged in the pain of their fifth year, provided Sebastian with a glimmer of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume him.

Amidst the chaos and upheaval of his adolescence, Sebastian found refuge on the Quidditch pitch, channeling his inner turmoil and anguish into the fierce competition of the game. Joining the Slytherin Quidditch team as both a Beater and Keeper, he found fleeting moments of freedom and purpose in the rush of wind and the thunder of the Quaffle.

Academics:

Best Subject: DADA

Favorite Subject: DADA

Favorite Professor: Hecat

Worst Subject: Astronomy

Least Favorite Subject: Divination

Least Favorite Professor: Onai

Student Life:

Despite his penchant for rule-breaking and his involvement in dark magic, Sebastian was a dedicated and studious student. He excelled in his classes, particularly DADA and Potions

His rebellious nature often landed him in hot water with the faculty. His frequent detentions for sneaking into the library's Restricted Section became a badge of honor

To find a distraction from all of his inner turmoil, he joined the Quidditch team and found it to be a good way to release his emotions

**All screenshots are mine, collage is mine but pictures used were found on Pinterest**

Template: @hazyange1s

[whencyclopedia]

Korean Pottery

The pottery of ancient Korea stretches back to prehistory when simple brown wares were made and decorated with geometrical incisions. Potters would benefit from the ideas and techniques of their Chinese counterparts and go on to produce their own highly sought-after works, including grey stoneware, celadons or greenware, buncheong ware and white porcelain. Ceramics are innovative in design and range from impossibly intricate incense burners to the sublime simplicity and elegance of the maebyeong vase. Korean Pottery decoration typically employs plants, flowers, and wildlife, and reflects the country's religious heritage with Buddhist motifs and minimalist Confucian designs taking precedence.

Prehistoric Pottery

Early Korean pottery from the Neolithic period, especially in the form of brown bowls with either a flat or pointed base, both with incised decoration, show a cultural link with communities in the Liaoning province and Liaodong peninsula of China. The most common decoration of this period is zigzag or comb-like incisions which have given the name to a type of pottery: comb wares (chulmun). Some vessels have square spiral incisions while others have raised decorations achieved by pinching the clay.

Korean Bronze Age pottery tends to be undecorated, walls are thicker, and there is a greater variety of shapes - typically steamers, bowls with pedestals, and jars with handles. When there is decoration, it covers less of the vessel and takes either the form of the incised motifs of the previous period or applied clay bands. Burnished wares are either black (long-necked jars) or red (small bulbous jars). These are, once again, indicative of contact with China.

Iron Age pottery is of a grey type with paddle and incised decoration, especially close hatching. A typical form of this period is the round-bottomed jar which has a small foot and distinctive small handles on the neck in the form of horns. Another interesting shape is the square cup set on a pedestal which is then lacquered black. It is clear that potters are becoming more skilled and more ambitious in their designs, setting the groundwork for the finer vessels to come in the Three Kingdoms period.

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[kc-writes-sometimes]

Crown and Kin | Chapter Five

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Chapter Five: Caraxes

Word Count: 2,539

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Summary: Daella takes a pivotal step in embracing her new identity as a Targaryen, grappling with the weight of her heritage and the expectations that come with it. As she and Daemon venture beyond the throne room, Daella is introduced to a side of her lineage that is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Through a life-changing experience, she begins to understand the true meaning of what it is to be part of a family bound by fire and blood.

Themes & Warnings: 18+, Character Death, Rape/Non Con, Future Smut, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Incest, Angst, Dad Daemon Targaryen, Bastards and Brothels, Fluff, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Team Black Centric, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance

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Daella Targaryen

Daella clung tightly to Daemon’s side as they stepped out of the throne room, the grand doors closing behind them with a soft thud. The air outside felt lighter, though the weight of her uncle’s proclamation still clung to her, settling like a strange new garment. The bustling life of the Red Keep continued just beyond the walls, but for her, it felt as if the world had stopped spinning. She was still Daella, but she wasn’t just Daella anymore. The name she had carried—the one whispered in the dark corners of brothels and hidden alleyways—no longer fit. Now, she bore the name of Targaryen—a name that belonged to legends, kings, and dragons. It clung to her as heavily as the scent of incense in the throne room, lingering, impossible to shake.

She glanced down at her hands, fingers twisting the sleeves of her dress, her mind racing in circles. Did this change her? She didn’t feel any different. But the world would see her differently now. Would Rose still look at her the same way? What would the women in the brothel think of her now that she was no longer one of them? Would Harwin still let her braid his hair?

"Are you alright?" Daemon’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. His tone was soft, filled with concern, a gentle thread of warmth woven through the sharpness she had come to associate with him. He crouched down in front of her, his eyes—so much like hers—searching her face.

"I think so," she whispered, though the words felt hollow. Her heart raced, but she didn’t know how to explain the strange weight settling in her chest. “There were… a lot of people, and they just stared.”

He chuckled softly, brushing the hair from her face in a tender gesture. "You’ll have to get used to that, sweet girl. There will always be eyes on you now." His hand lingered against her cheek, a silent reassurance in the simple touch.

Daella nodded, though the thought sent a ripple of unease through her. Her stomach tightened. Always? She had never wanted people to notice her before. She was safe in the shadows, safe in being invisible. Now, it felt like the entire world was watching. “Are we going back now?” she asked, eager to retreat to some semblance of normalcy, though she knew deep down that normal no longer existed.

"Not yet," Daemon said, a glint of mischief in his eyes. His lips curled into a smile that made her think of secrets and adventures. "I have a surprise for you."

She blinked, surprised, her fingers reaching up to touch the chain around her neck—the silver necklace he had given her just before the audience with the King. The weight of the gift still felt strange against her skin, unfamiliar, though beautiful. “But you’ve already given me one…” she trailed off, confused but curious.

His smile deepened, eyes alight with a warmth she was still getting used to. “Ah, but this surprise is even better,” he said, placing his hands gently on her shoulders as he turned her toward the corridor that led away from the throne room.

Curiosity sparked in her chest, momentarily easing the tension. She followed him without question, her small steps quickening to keep up with his longer stride. The stone floors beneath them grew colder as they descended, the grand corridors becoming less polished, less royal, as they moved toward the gates of the Keep. The sounds of the court—whispers, footsteps, and the distant clang of armor—faded behind them, replaced by the soft echo of their own movement.

Just as they neared the entrance, a young maid stepped out from the shadows, a pair of Daella’s black shoes in her hands. She took them quickly, slipping them on while glancing up at Daemon, who watched with an amused smirk. He had known all along.

They stepped outside into the late afternoon light, the warmth of the sun a sharp contrast to the cool stone of the Keep. Daella’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell on a magnificent black stallion waiting just beyond the gates, its coat shimmering like polished obsidian in the fading daylight. Its sheer size and beauty were awe-inspiring.

"Where are we going?" she asked, glancing up at him, a mixture of excitement and confusion bubbling inside her.

"You’ll see," he replied cryptically, lifting her onto the horse with practiced ease. His arm wrapped securely around her waist as he mounted behind her, and she felt the steady rise and fall of his chest as he guided the horse forward. The city of King’s Landing stretched out before them, vast and alive, a bustling sea of movement and sound.

From this vantage, everything looked different—grander, as if the world had suddenly grown larger. The streets below were crowded with people going about their lives, and for the first time, Daella saw how small her old world had been. The brothel, the narrow alleys of Flea Bottom, the faces she knew so well—they seemed distant now, like a memory from another life. And yet, the ache in her chest remained.

Was Rose working now? Did she miss her? Or was she relieved to be free from the burden of caring for her? The thought stung, but she couldn’t help it. So much had changed so quickly, and she didn’t know where she belonged anymore.

As if sensing her thoughts, Daemon spoke softly, his voice like a gentle tether pulling her back from the edge of her uncertainty. "If you want to see her," he said, his tone understanding, "I won’t stop you."

Daella looked up at him, surprised by the offer. His face was softer than she had expected, his eyes full of warmth and understanding. The sharpness she had seen in him so often, the edge that others feared, was nowhere to be found. "Thank you," she whispered, though the sadness she hadn’t meant to show slipped into her voice. Everything had changed so quickly, and she didn’t know where she fit anymore. A Targaryen in name, perhaps, but the name couldn’t erase the life she had. It couldn’t erase Flea Bottom.

The horse came to a halt, and she blinked against the sunlight to see a massive domed building rising before them. Its towering pillars stretched toward the sky, casting long shadows across the ground. She recognized it from stories—this was the Dragonpit.

Before she could ask where they were, a deep, distant roar rumbled through the air, vibrating in her chest. She gasped, turning to Daemon with wide eyes. “Is that—?”

His grin widened, and he dismounted gracefully, lifting her down with a gentleness that belied his reputation. Her feet touched the cold stone, and the air here felt different—cooler, thicker, filled with the scent of smoke. Her heart raced in her chest, excitement and fear mixing in equal measure.

Two men approached from the shadows, their faces stern, spears held high. Their eyes flickered briefly to her, curiosity glinting in their gaze, but their focus quickly returned to Daemon.

"Caraxes ziry iprattan ñuha dārilaros, daor sōvegon sir," one of them said, his voice firm but respectful.

"Iksi mērī kesīr naejot ūndegon zirȳla," Daemon replied smoothly, his tone relaxed.

Their exchange rolled through the air like music, the words foreign yet beautiful. Daella didn’t understand them yet, but she wanted to.

"Stay close," Daemon instructed, his voice gentle but firm.

She nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and together they walked into the Dragonpit. The air grew cooler as they descended deeper into the cavernous space, the smell of ash and smoke thickening with each step. Chains clinked somewhere in the distance, and low, rumbling growls reverberated through the stone walls, sending shivers down her spine.

As they ventured deeper, the shadows thickened, and the flickering lanterns cast long, eerie shadows along the walls. Her heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation building with each step. And then, finally, they stepped into a vast chamber.

And there, in the center of it all, lay Caraxes.

Daella froze, unable to move, her breath catching in her throat. Caraxes was enormous—far larger than she had imagined. His long, serpentine body coiled like a crimson river, his scales gleaming faintly in the dim light. His golden eyes, half-lidded, tracked their movements with a slow, deliberate gaze. Smoke drifted lazily from his nostrils, curling into the cold air.

His gaze fixed on her, sharp and intelligent, and she felt a tremor in her legs. It wasn’t hostility she sensed, but curiosity—an intense, almost predatory focus that made her heart race. Daemon stepped forward confidently, turning to give her an encouraging smile.

"Come on," he said, his tone encouraging, though the weight of his gaze remained steady on her. “He won’t hurt you.”

Her feet felt like they were stuck to the stone floor. Every instinct in her said to run, to hide. She had never seen anything so enormous, so ancient, and alive with power. The heat coming off Caraxes radiated in waves, and the smoky scent of dragon breath was thick in the air. Her breath caught in her throat as the reality of it all sank in. This was not a story from some dusty old book. This was real. She was standing in front of a dragon.

But then she looked at Daemon, standing just a few paces ahead of her, his expression patient and full of pride. He wasn’t afraid. This was where he belonged, with dragons and legends. And she… she wanted to belong here too. She swallowed the lump of fear lodged in her throat and forced her feet to move, one step, then another.

Each step brought her closer to the massive creature before her. The heat coming off him would feel unbearable for most, but to Daella, it felt like a comforting blanket. The rumbling in Caraxes’s chest was low, like a distant storm, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent. She hesitated just out of reach, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.

“Hold out your hand,” Daemon instructed, his voice gentler now, coaxing. He crouched down beside her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “Let him see you.”

Her fingers trembled as she slowly lifted her hand. It felt like time was slowing, the world narrowing down to just this moment. Caraxes’s massive head lowered, his golden eyes locked on her outstretched fingers. His breath, thick and warm, washed over her as he sniffed curiously.

For a heartbeat, she thought he might pull away, lose interest in this small, trembling girl standing before him. But then, with a sudden playful snort, he released a puff of smoke directly into her face, her hair flicking backward with the sudden burst of air as the dark cloud coiled around her, blurring her vision for a moment.

Daella blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned. And then, without warning, a laugh bubbled up from her chest—a bright, startled sound that echoed through the chamber. The tension broke like a snapped thread, and she found herself giggling, wiping the smoke from her face as her father chuckled beside her.

“He likes you,” Daemon said, his voice warm with pride. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”

Caraxes lowered his head further, resting his massive snout on the ground just inches from her hand. Tentatively, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the warm, rough surface of his scales. They felt like armor, firm and ridged beneath her fingertips, but there was a surprising softness in the heat that radiated from him. He was alive, more than just a legend, more than just a beast. He was a creature of fire and fury, but also of curiosity and perhaps, in his own way, kindness.

Daella glanced up at Daemon, who was watching her closely, his expression softened in a way she hadn’t seen before. There was pride in his eyes, but also something deeper—something tender, as if this moment meant as much to him as it did to her.

“Do you know why I brought you here?” Daemon asked, his voice quiet now, almost reverent.

She shook her head, still too overwhelmed to speak.

“This,” he gestured to Caraxes, who rumbled softly beside them, “this is what it means to be a Targaryen. They say we are closer to gods than men, but we are more than that—more than just a name, more than kings and queens. We are bonded to creatures that are fire made flesh, tied to them in a way no one else can understand.”

He placed a hand on her back, gently guiding her closer to Caraxes. The dragon’s golden eyes flickered between them, watchful and knowing. “Caraxes is my partner, my equal. He is not just a beast I command—he is my other half. And one day, you will have that too.”

The weight of his words settled over her, heavy and profound. She could feel it now, the pull of something ancient and powerful stirring within her. Her hand lingered on Caraxes’s warm scales, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath beneath her fingertips. She didn’t fully understand what it meant yet, but something in her was awakening. A sense of belonging, of purpose, that she hadn’t known she had.

“Will I…?” she began hesitantly, glancing up at him. “Will I have a dragon too?”

Daemon smiled, his eyes gleaming in the dim light of the chamber. “Yes, sweet girl. One day, you will. I’m sure of it.”

A thrill ran through her at his words, a mix of excitement and disbelief. Her? With a dragon? The thought seemed impossible, too grand to be real. But then, standing here, beside Caraxes, with Daemon’s hand resting protectively on her shoulder, it felt… right.

They stayed like that for a while, just the three of them—Daella, her father, and Caraxes—standing in the quiet stillness of the Dragonpit. The tension and fear she had felt before melted away, replaced by something warmer, something more certain. She didn’t feel out of place here. She didn’t feel like a stranger in someone else’s world.

As they turned to leave, Daella cast one last glance back at Caraxes. His eyes were closed now, his body relaxed, though the faint clink of chains reminded her that even dragons were not entirely free. But there was a softness to him that she hadn’t expected, a gentleness beneath all the fire and fury. He wasn’t just Daemon’s dragon. He was something more, something deeper.

And she knew she would have that too, one day.

As they emerged from the cool shadows of the Dragonpit into the warmth of the setting sun, the world felt different. Larger. More alive. Daemon lifted her onto the black stallion once more, and as they rode through the streets of King’s Landing, she felt a sense of calm that she hadn’t felt since this journey began. The eyes of the city still followed them, but they didn’t weigh her down as heavily as before.

She was Daella Targaryen, daughter of the Rogue Prince.

She was fire and blood.

And one day, she would fly—and may the gods help anyone who tried to stop her.

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[adamsuniverse1144]

cryptic transmasc season is coming:

lots of deep purple flannels and purple eyes, lots of grays and velvet, thick combat boots with spider charms, apple cider beer, scruff that’s grown out a bit because it’s a little brisk, dragons breath incense, clothes shopping season at Spirit Halloween, peach cobbler and eating like kings on Native Heritage Day, tank tops and being scolded for wearing tank tops in 40 degree weather, voices feel deeper in the cold, the man flu, black fades more into the background now

cryptic transmasc season is coming.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Boy, 12, is referred to counter-extremist Prevent officers by his own school after declaring there 'are only two genders' and 'I'm gay not queer'

By: Alex Ward

Published: Jun 29, 2024

Boy also made a video in which he stated 'there's no such thing as non-binary'

School made referral to Prevent amid fears he could be radicalised by far-Right 

He was accused of unhealthy interest in weapons as he owns a toy crossbow

A 12-year-old schoolboy has been investigated by counter-extremism officers after he declared there 'are only two genders'.

The child made a video, posted online, in which he also stated: 'There's no such thing as non-binary'.

And in response to school bullies who mistakenly believed he supported transgender ideology, he said: '[I'm] gay not queer.'

Originally a homophobic slur, trans activists claim the word 'queer' now describes people who don't adhere to ideas of sex or gender.

But the school told the boy's mother they would refer him to Prevent, the Home Office programme that attempts to stop people becoming terrorists, amid fears he could be at risk of being radicalised by the far-right.

The Mail is aware of the boy's identity but has agreed not to disclose it, and has also viewed the social media posts.

The boy's mother was visited by Prevent and Northumbria Police officers this week, in a meeting she described as 'an interrogation'.

Officers listed a string of allegations to illustrate the boy was at risk of radicalisation.

The boy's mother said: 'We think that he was targeted as the children believe gay people agree with trans ideology.

'He made a video which I uploaded to YouTube where he said there 'are only two genders' and 'I'm gay not queer'.

'The school phoned up and were incensed by it. They said that they would refer him to Prevent for that video.

'They said that he was at risk of radicalisation - not that he had been, but was a risk when he gets to 13 and is entitled to his own social media accounts.

'There was a risk he would fall in with Far Right groups.'

She said counter terror officers - who visited the family home - raised concerns over the fact that her son, who is Jewish, harboured extremist views on account of his response when asked if there were any groups that shouldn't exist. 

She said her son responded that 'Hamas (the Gaza-based terror group) should be wiped out'.

Further fears were raised over comments he made to school bullies, stating he wanted to 'exterminate' them. 

He is said to have made the remark in relation to appalling racist slurs from classmates.

In a letter to the school in South Tyneside - seen by the Mail - his mother detailed how he was subjected to vile verbal abuse and Nazi salutes.

Prevent officers also suggested the boy had an unhealthy interest in weapons on account of another online video - again uploaded by his mother - which showed him demonstrating a toy crossbow bought from English Heritage, she said.

English Heritage describes the 'best seller' item as 'completely harmless but lots of fun'.

The mother said the school and Prevent officers were guilty of double standards, claiming anti-Semitic incidents at the school were not dealt with in the same way.

She said: 'We sat down with the Prevent officers and there was an interrogation - they had an attitude of 'we'll ask the questions'.

'We were asked if we monitored his social media and what songs he listens to.

'They said there was a whole series of things he had been accused of.'

The police response was criticised by free speech campaigners who rebuked officers for 'wilfully missing the target'.

Harry Miller, chief exec of Fair Cop, said: 'His views on gender are as far away from terrorism that it's possible to be. 

'They are views that are held by the majority of people in Britain and don't even get into the foothills of terrorism.

'You couldn't call it criminality, let alone terrorism. There is a difference between bad behaviour and terrorism.

'This is another instance of the police wilfully missing the target because hunting down school children is easier than confronting actual terrorists.

'Fair Cop will continue to stand between these idiots and the public until they stop behaving like the woke, cowardly Stasi they have become.

'The Home Office needs to get a grip. Sack every complicit Chief Constable.'

Kate Barker, chief exec of LGB Alliance, said: 'If it's a sign of radicalisation to say you don't like being called 'queer' then according to our research, 94 per cent of LGB people can expect a knock on the door from counter-terrorism officers.

'We applaud this young boy for standing up for his beliefs, and we condemn the teachers and police who think it's wrong to abhor this horrible slur.'

The Prevent strategy was introduced by the Government in 2011 as part of a bid to tackle terrorism through early intervention.

According to the latest Home Office data there were 6,817 referrals to Prevent in the year ending 31 March, 2023 - the figure was up 6.4 per cent on the previous year.

A joint statement from Northumbria Police and Counter Terrorism Policing North East read: 'We are unable to discuss individual cases, or identify anyone who may or may not be the subject of a Prevent referral.

'All referrals are treated in the strictest confidence and will always prioritise the safety and welfare of those concerned.

'Prevent is a multi-agency approach to safeguarding and supporting those most at risk of radicalisation through early intervention. 

'It seeks to protect young and vulnerable people against all forms of extremist activity, regardless of ideology.'

South Tyneside Council declined to comment.

==

Apparently, there's so few burglaries and murders that police have nothing better to do than harass children expressing completely true, mainstream and reasonable positions, and treat them as extremists deserving of counter-terrorism intervention.

Nineteen Eighty-Four was not supposed to be an instruction manual.

[ateez-himari]

[240823] MORNING BREEZE

[NEW UPLOAD FROMM HIMARI]

[AM 7:31] good morning atiny, please enjoy this sighting of my angel being sleepy...i did her hair, it looks nice right ? - mingi

[AM 7:31] ㅋㅋㅋ it looks this soft because i brushed it for two whole minutes, it just felt so nice - mingi

[AM 7:31] You're right it's too early to be awake on a day off 😴 But it's because I went to see my parents and I like going early when no one is there yet, plus I wanted to see them before leaving. The other members wanted to come too so everyone's having breakfast together

[AM 7:32] Ah no, my biological parents. The cemetery their tombs are in is pretty far so we had to travel there by train, we also bought incense on the way

[AM 7:32] I usually like being alone with them unless it's a special occasion, since I don't get to come by very often. Today I was happy they came to say hi though, Yunho oppa even prayed with me, then I prayed alone

[AM 7:33] I wouldn't say I'm religious, I do have spiritual beliefs because my mom followed the Shinto religion, my dad was atheist though but he would often take part in rituals and pray with her

[AM 7:34] I value protection a lot. Actually I have a bracelet that I wear all the time, Hanzo nii-chan made it for me out of pieces from a stone tower he built to pray for my health. Apparently Jungkook oppa came to visit to pray too

[AM 7:35] ㅎㅎ no I don't call my biological brother 'oppa'. When we moved to Korea my mom wanted us to keep our Japanese heritage so I use that honorific instead. That's why neither of us changed our names after getting adopted

[AM 7:35] Ooh, babytinys, that's exciting! I do have a Korean name, it's Hayun, my dad gave it to me a few days after I was born. Both of my names have similar meanings actually. Himari can be read as 'sunflower' or 'ball of light' and Hayun means sunlight! It's pretty cool

[AM 7:36] ㅎㅎ Jongho oppa wants to make sure everyone knows he says hi, he said to look forward to his update because he's gonna post picture of us

[AM 7:37] Oh the festival ? Please don't worry about that, it was just really hot so performing was hard, but I'm alright. I've been a little reckless with my health lately but our captain is watching over me closely now

[AM 7:37] Yeah, I have supplements, Seonghwa oppa got me a cute case for them. We also have a doctor with us at all times so if anything happens we'll be taken care of right away so don't focus on that too much!

[AM 7:38] Hmm I'm not sure...I have a dinner date tonight but we don't have any plans in between. I might go buy some more art supplies, Hyunjin oppa found a new store last time he came here

[AM 7:38] Here, these are the pieces I've worked on recently (I finished the second one yesterday after the fan meeting)

[AM 7:39] These ones were made with markers actually! I usually use ink but since we've been travelling lately, it's complicated to transport it without spilling

[AM 7:40] I promise I'll tell you more later, but Sannie oppa just came back from the washroom so we're off to eat now!

[AM 7:40] ㅎㅎNo we haven't had breakfast, we just came to this shop for coffee because Momo unnie recommended it, she texted it to me yesterday!

[AM 7:40] Oops, I really have to go now, Hongjoong oppa's grumbling about being hungry (as usual ㅎㅎㅎ) ♡ Love you so much, kisses!

[capaloma]

There is nary a word said against the King when he bequeathed the sword Blackfyre on Princess Rhaenyra's son, Jacaerys. It had been against tradition, to give a prized sword to an omega—though Baelon the Brave had Dark Sister once—especially, one of dubious parentage.

Try as she might, Princess Rhaenyra can't hide the whispers over her elder boys' brown hair and brown eyes, proof of their illegitimacy and of their Strong heritage. She had nearly brokered the Velaryons into war amongst kin when she and her husband, Prince Daemon, had struck Vaemond Velaryon headless, and those few Velaryon cousins with him, tongueless. The truth had been open amongst court, never spoken since.

No one wished to lose a tongue or a hand on the King's command for a truth not even the King can deny.

Only Queen Alicent had truly dared, and only behind close doors, in the dinner table, the injustice so great, she had to say something.

With her prized seven-pointed star hanging above her breasts, cloaked in green, Alicent had demanded, questioned why. Why was Prince Jacaerys worthy of Blackfyre when her son, Aegon, who was the eldest of the King's sons, was found unworthy of such an honor?

Prince Daemon had laughed. The King had hurried to reassure her.

'Aegon was no knight, he could hardly lift a sword without nicking himself,' Daemon had jested.

Queen Alicent had been incensed, she had nearly broken skin with how tight she clenched her fists.

She was angry. Still is, over the decree that soon followed.

Prince Aemond, her son, was to wed Prince Jacaerys.

By the King's command, he ordered the infighting to cease with this marriage. Only, neither Alicent or Rhaenyra liked it much.

The mothers of the boys had tried for moons to change the King's mind but he was set.

On the twenty first day of the second moon, a hundred and twenty nine years after the Conquest, Prince Jacaerys was wed to his uncle, the one-eye Prince Aemond. The omega had been quite the dapper, a delight among courtiers while his husband, the one-eye had been an eye sore.

Prince Jacaerys was doomed, Rhaenyra's supporters whispered, with a husband like Prince Aemond. No one questioned whether a child would come forth of the marriage, not with the King so invested with them both.

Prince Aelor had been born on the cusp of the year 130 AC to parents at war with each other. After the King's death, the Greens had declared Prince Aegon King in King's Landing while Rhaenyra had been hailed Queen on Dragonstone. The new parents were separated before then, and though Aemond wished for his son to be returned to him before Jace could poison his mind against the Greens cause, he had forgotten that Prince Jacaerys would sooner die than give up his son to his one-eye father.

[unabashegirl]

Vicious 1 || Harry Styles x Mafia

Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

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The air inside St. Anthony's Cathedral hung heavy with the scent of incense, a somber melody playing on the organ as mourners dressed in black filed into the pews. The grandeur of the cathedral seemed to amplify the gravity of the occasion—the funeral of the late mob boss, Arthur Francis Styles. The flickering candles cast shadows on the marble pillars, echoing the secrets and sins concealed within the heart of the city.

Amidst the sea of black-clad mourners, a solitary figure stood out—one of sons of the deceased, Harry. His sharp gaze, inherited from his father, scanned the room with a mix of grief and determination. The weight of his heritage rested upon broad shoulders, and the tailored suit he wore could not conceal the burden of responsibility that had been abruptly thrust upon him.

The funeral was a spectacle of contradictions. The cathedral, a symbol of divine sanctity, now played host to the final farewell of a man whose life had been entwined with shadows and whispered alliances. Harry’s eyes swept across the assembly, recognizing familiar faces, each harboring a tale of loyalty or betrayal. As he approached the casket to pay his respects, the gravity of his new role settled on his shoulders like a heavy cloak.

Arthur Styles’ passing had left a void, a vacuum that would inevitably draw power struggles and rivalries. Harry, the heir apparent, found himself at the epicenter of this storm. The funeral served not only as a farewell to his father but as the beginning of a new chapter—a chapter stained with blood, loyalty, and the unspoken code of the Mafia.

As Harry stood in the dimly lit cathedral, he felt the weight of his father's legacy press upon him, and the whispers of the past seemed to echo through the hallowed halls. The mournful hymns played on, but the symphony of the streets would soon drown them out, revealing the true nature of the shadows that lurked within the city's underbelly. The funeral was over, but the legacy of Arthur Styles would live on, casting a long, ominous shadow over Harry’s uncertain future.

Harry observed as his father's supposed friends and family offered their condolences, each reverently kissing the ring that adorned his father's lifeless hand. It was the very same ring around which they had sworn allegiance and loyalty, seeking resolution to their problems.

The wooden bench in front of him felt the weight of a pair of hands settling on its back. The distinctive ring on the third finger of those hands revealed the identity of the person without Harry needing to turn his head.

"Harry," Anthony started, his voice a subdued murmur blending with the somber atmosphere. "I never thought this day would arrive." Anthony, the younger brother of Harry's father, continued, "He appeared to have the capability of outliving all of us."

Harry nodded subtly but chose to keep his silence. His mind was a tumultuous sea of thoughts, and his head felt burdened, almost oppressively heavy. He was acutely aware that the path ahead would be arduous. His father had been grooming him for leadership since he could articulate words. Yet, Harry never anticipated ascending to power without his father by his side.

"Taking the reins of the English Mafia won't be a stroll in the park. Your father maintained a delicate balance, and stepping into his role makes you a target." His uncled warned.

Harry nodded solemnly, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. "I know. But someone always must lead."

Anthony's gaze bore into Harry's, a grave understanding passing between them. "You're right. But brace yourself—old alliances may crumble, and new foes will emerge. The English Mafia is a beast, and maintaining control is a constant struggle."

Harry surveyed the mourners, his gaze lingering on the faces of those present, contemplating the intricate challenges that loomed, he spoke, "I worry the most about the Italians and the Russians. Dad always said that dealing with them required finesse, and I'm not sure we've earned enough goodwill in those circles." The gravity of the situation hung in the air as he acknowledged the potential pitfalls that awaited them in the unpredictable world of the English Mafia.

"You can anticipate the maneuvers of the Italians and Russians, and they don't reside under your roof. Your brother, on the other hand..." A shadow fell over Anthony's countenance. "He's a wildcard, Harry. Young, impressionable, his allegiance might sway. Keep a vigilant eye on him, especially when you make your move. Not everyone in the family will readily embrace the change.”

A furrow deepened on Harry's brow. "You think Silas might turn against us?"

Anthony's response was as measured as the somber atmosphere around them. "In our world, blood doesn't guarantee loyalty. Silas has his own battles, and he might choose a different path."

Harry tightened his jaw, the mere thought of his younger brother betraying him causing his blood to simmer with anger. After their mother's passing, Harry had essentially taken on the role of raising Silas. Harry had played more of a father figure to Silas than Arthur ever did. Their father had shown minimal concern for Harry, the firstborn, which made Silas seem like nothing more than a contingency, a spare kept in reserve in case of some unforeseen tragedy.

Anthony leaned in, his gaze piercing. "I believe you will rule righteously, Harry. But be prepared for anything. The English Mafia is a game where pieces move without warning, and the stakes are higher than you can fathom." With that, he offered a reassuring pat on the back, bidding Harry farewell.

Harry bided his time, waiting patiently for the crowd to disperse, before rising from his seat. Straightening his suit blazer and fixing his tie, he approached the casket at the cathedral's end—the final resting place of his father. The familiarity of the suit caught Harry's eye, a garment he had seen his father wear countless times. A small blood stain near the boot of the pants, a detail his mother had frequently lamented, marked the attire. Suppressing a smile, Harry noted the irony that his father had been laid to rest in the suit his mother detested.

Leaning down, Harry whispered into his father's ear, "Omnes sumus peccatores," before deftly sliding the ring off his father's finger.

Chapter 2

[apiswitchcraft]

Do you have any advice on setting up an altar? (eg what to put on it, where to put it, how to make it etc). I'm just beginning with Paganism and I really want to be respectful!

So, first of all, I usually keep my different altars distinct and separate from each other, just giving each deity their own space to occupy. Mine are all still on the same desk and share the same altar cloth (because of lack of space) but I try to separate each one by about an inch in between. Essentially, each altar just has a circle of crystals they like, a nametag, and any little items that may correspond (for example my Morrigan altar has crow feathers on it). But my brother has more space for his altars so he has all of the crystals on a little dish surrounded by the little items, and a couple candles all on top of an individual hankerchief/cloth. Additionally, you could dedicate an entire space to a god. If you have a fireplace you can place some crystals/candles/herbs on the mantle to honor Hestia. However, if you do that, I wouldn't then put any other god's altar items into that space.

I try to burn my incense and frankincense/myrrh nearby to my altars, just because if I'm gonna burn it anyways I may as well make it an offering. I don't currently have space for each of my altars to have individual offering bowls but if I did I'd keep them in the ring of crystals/candles. I just like to keep everything circular because it's aesthetically pleasing to me but that is not at all necessary. Do whatever feels right to you, worship however you want, because a lot of Pagan worship is just doing your own thing for European pantheons, however I wouldn't take the same approach with heritage/closed practice pantheons. For example, the Greeks often just worshipped however it fit into their casual lives--with a lot more emphasis on how the gods served Them--but Japanese Shinto worshippers have their own set of rules and practices that need to be respected and researched.

This is what my altars looked like when I first started out: