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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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EAGLESCOUT!STEVE/PERV EDDIE WIP EXCERPT FROM CH. 1

Capture the flag is all fun and games until it’s time to clean up the equipment and Steve is wandering through the woods trying not to infect himself with poison ivy like the better half of his troop did an hour ago. Now being treated by their resident Scoutmaster/Chief of Police–Jim Hopper–with calamine lotion and an eye roll.

He’s out on his own.

Strategically voyaging through the underbrush in search of the blue team’s flag. It’s the last one on his list and he’s dying to get back to basecamp to snag a refreshing post-win lemonade with the rest of the troop. Already salivating from the promise of tangy sweetness.

The sun is about to set. Sky blushing pink while the owls hoot from the branches of pine trees. Calling out to each other in harmonious song as the day comes to a close.

Steve’s back is sticky and warm from directing the game. His cheeks are flushed, exposed thighs bitten up by mosquitoes despite multiple reapplications of Deet, and his glasses keep slipping down the bridge of his nose from the slick sweat coating his brow bone.

To be honest, despite the itchy heat and craving for something ice cold down his throat, Steve looks forward to rare moments like this one.

In which he can breathe easily in the reverie of temporary independence.

No one to perform for.

No one to stop him from humming a tune under his breath and stopping every so often to investigate a patch of blooming elderberries.

No one to chastise him for plopping an unwashed piece of fruit under his tongue and taking his time to savor the sweetness.

No one to point fingers and accuse him of gluttony.

Out here in the quiet, Steve can pretend all that exists are the mourning doves, rabbits running from foxes, and the subtle breeze kissing the lakeshore.

He’s content. He’s at peace.

He’s—

He’s choking on his spit at the sight of the terrible scene in front of him—two men dancing with Satan beside a picnic table.

Two men entangled in an inconceivable fashion.

Two men running their hands over each other’s skin; half naked.

Two men–

Together.

Together in the way that only a man and his wife are supposed to be once they’ve married in the church, sworn vows, and moved into the modest house at the end of the cul-de-sac beneath the weeping willows.

Steve racks his brain. Unfolds the information–the proof from the good book–that every belief he holds relies on.

The verse, he thinks–thoughts spiraling out of control, ingrained savior complex kicking in, What about the verse? Don’t they know it? Didn’t their parents warn them? It’s—Hebrews 13:4; ‘Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled for God will judge the sexually immoral and adulterous.’

They’ve yet to notice him. As if he’s camouflaged amongst the pine trees. Khaki blending in seamlessly like he’s just another part of the natural landscape.

In a sense, he is.

The first of the two men sinks to his knees like he’s praying for mercy as Steve has done all his life in the back of the chapel. He gazes up at the other man like he is God. Like he alone holds the divine power to cleanse sin, turn water to wine, and carve Eve from Adam’s rib.

Except, Eve doesn’t exist in this version of the story.

Eve is nowhere to be found and Steve feels like he’s entered a parallel universe where none of the former rules apply. Where this strange subset of humanity has scorched the Earth, burned the devoted ones at the stake, and anarchy now reigns.

The second stands above him in the widened prideful stance of a known pariah who foolishly believes he can outrun impending rapture and escape eternal damnation if he is clever and quick enough on his feet.

Steve can’t see his face, because similarly to the vile act he’s committing, the man is concealed by a vexing darkness. Curly tendrils of wild hair obscure his identity.

It’s odd. Unlike anyone else Steve’s ever known. Overgrown and hanging well past his shoulders. It doesn’t make sense.

Only girls are allowed to wear their hair like that. Boys like this—boys like him get sent away for such infractions. Excommunicated for their betrayal to patriarchal norms.

Men are supposed to look like men.

This man does not.

This man seems to toe and test every line and boundary like nothing can touch him.

Steve tries to get his feet to move so he can turn and run and disappear into the forest like the rest of God’s innocent creatures–the field mice, the deer, the fish in the pond–find somewhere hidden to seek asylum and preserve his fragile righteousness.

But latent curiosity slithers around him like a serpent with a fatal bite.

No cure.

No remedy.

Steve has no choice. All logical thought abandons him and perhaps for the first time in his life, he allows himself to simply watch and feel.

The man who doesn’t look all that much like a man leans a ring-covered hand back onto the rickety table like it's his personal throne and feeds his–his—genitals to the parted lips of the first.

Steve brings a hand to his own gawking mouth, ducks behind a tree to better shield himself, and tries to stall his racing heart.

“Lemme fuck your throat, baby. Open wide—wider. C’mon now play nice for me. If you’re not gagging on my cock then you can take it deeper,” the man rasps out as he thrusts his hips forwards and ensnares his black tipped nails into the hair of the kneeling man like vicious talons, “Good boy–there we go. Someone’s learned their lesson since last time, haven’t they? Stay open for me, sweetheart—keep that tongue nice and relaxed.”

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goobersplat · 2 years

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1980s Strawberry Shortcake Figures! My new obsession.

1 Orange Blossom Painting

2 Blueberry Muffin with a Garden Hoe

3 Butter Cookie with Jelly Bear

4 Apple Dumplin Pulling a Cart of Apples

5 Apricot with Hopsalot in Wheelbarrow

6 Cherry Cuddler on a Rocking Horse

7 Peach Blush with Melonie Belle

8 Plum Pudding with Elderberry Owl in Night Clothes

9 Lemon Meringue & Frappe

#nostalgiacore #nostalgia #kidcore #transparent #png #toycore #toywave #toys #1980s nostalgia #1980s #strawberry shortcake #doll

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macaroonsims · 1 year

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Strawberry Shortcake Legacy challenge

rules are he same as my other challenges. Reach top of career, complete all goals plus aspiration for each gen to pass.

Enjoy!

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Gen 1: Strawberry Shortcake

traits: cheerful, foody, bookworm

aspiration: master chef

career: chef

live with your younger sister Apple Dumplin'

plant strawberries in back garden

master baking, gardening, cooking, acting, pet training skills

bake heart shape cookies, strawberry cakes, and strawberry pies.

have a cat called custard

have a dog called Pupcake

like colours pink and red

dislike the colour grey

never drink tea

have two kids (blueberry muffin and everything bagel)

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Gen 2: Blueberry Muffin

traits: neat, genius, proper

aspiration: renaissance sim

career: gardener, botanist branch

plant blueberries in garden

master logic and gardening skills

have a pet rat called cheesecake

have a husky called scouty

like the colour blue

have two children (orange blossom and cherry crisp)

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Gen 3: Orange Blossom

traits: loyal, creative, active

aspiration: painter extraordinaire

career: painter, any branch

like the colour orange

own a shop (any kind)

master painting, athletic, video gaming, embroidery, fizzing, and gardening skills

plant all types of fruits in your garden

go rollerskating often

have a butterfly (outdoor retreat)

have a dog called marmalade

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Gen 4: Raspberry Torte

traits: active, self-assured, hot headed

aspiration: bodybuilder

career: athletic, any branch

like the colour pink

master athletic, baking, piano, guitar, and knitting skills

bake raspberry pies often

plant raspberries in garden

have a racoon called rhubarb

have a chihuahua called chiffon

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Gen 5: Lemon Meringue

traits: genius, creative, good

aspiration: academic

career: mechanical engineer, later stylist

attend university to study engineering, get a job but you alter discover your true passion for fashion, quit and start your new career.

plant lemons and daisies in garden

like the colour yellow

complete frog collection

have a dog called henna

bake lemon bars and lemon meringue pies

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Gen 6: Plum pudding

traits: genius, dance machine, clumsy

aspiration: chief of mischief

career: scientist

master dancing and logic skills

have a dog named pitterpatch

have an owl familiar called elderberry

plant elderberries in garden

like the colour purple

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Gen 7: Ginger Snap

traits: genius, foody, bookworm

aspiration: nerd brain

career: engineer (any kind)

master crafting, robotics, and baking skills

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Gen 8: Huckleberry Pie

traits: active, loves the outdoors, music lover

aspiration: musical genius

career: musician

like the colour blue

master athletic, guitar

also collect frogs (you have your great-grandparent's collection)

have a dog called tom tom

have a pet rat called red hot

have twins

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Gen 9: Lime Chiffon

traits: foody, dance machine, bookworm

aspiration: master chef

career: chef

like the colour green

master cooking, baking, dancing skills

own a restaurant

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Gen 9.5: Lime Light

traits: self-absorbed, jealous, mean

aspiration: world famous celebrity, master actor

career: acting

like the colour green

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BONUS GEN: Apple Dumplin'

traits: creative, loves the outdoors, adventurous

aspiration: mt komorebi tourist, beach life, city native, jungle explorer

career: writer, journalist branch

plant apples in garden

master selvadoradian culture and writing skills

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You have reached the end of the challenge!

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 25 days

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What ingredients would be needed to summon you patchy? <33

Uhhh what are we talking about? Myself or the peddler?

For Peddler Patchy its things like elderberries, foxglove, honeysuckles, and jasmine. Or if we're speaking more objects, things like small glass vials, trinkets, crystals, old books, and a furry little companion.

If its for Patchy, then we're talking raspberries, carrot cake, peonies, and daisies. For objects, patchwork quilts, owl stuffies, soft pillows, and a yellow Nintendo switch

I doubt this helps at all, but it does answer your question!

#🔮.the peddler answers #🔮.fellow witch nana

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strykingback · 2 months

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Muse as a Deity

Rules: Think carefully about your character and their development through their journey (canon or OC) within their story. Fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! Multi-muses, feel free to pick any of your characters-just a few, or all of them. Please repost, so the dash isn't clogged with reblogs.

Chys Khan, Zek Sunna Simo

God of: Winter,Hospitality, and Death Associated With: Life, Weather, The Afterlife. , Cabin Houses.

Sacred Plants: Camelia Flowers, Witch-Hazels, and Snowdrops.

Sacred Stones/ Gems: Moonstones, Diamonds, Turquoise Gems Sacred Animals: Dogs, Hawks, and Owls (Specifically Snow Owls) Colors: White (Purity), Light Blue (For Individuality)

Food: Wildberries (Elderberries, Huckleberries, Raspberries.), Stroganina Chir (Thin Frozen Fish Strips), Alajj (Yakutian Pancakes) Scents: Cinnamon, Lavender, and Lemongrass. Accepted Offerings/Ways To Honor Them: By being welcoming to the less fortunate who do not have a home especially during the winter, and offerings of stroganina chir or fruits listed, can lead towards a smoother judgement.

tagged by : @chronicparagon

Tagging: YOU.

#[The Deadliest Sniper- Zek]#[Games In The HQ- Dash Games]#[Random Talking In The HQ- Dash Commentary]

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moonlilies-archive · 5 months

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Party Pleaser - Kenner 1984

New dolls introduced in this line: Peach Blush w/ Mellonie Belle Lamb & Plum Pudding w/ Elderberry Owl

[image from ghostofadoll.com.uk]

#strawberry shortcake #kenner strawberry shortcake #strawberry shortcake dolls #vintage dolls #doll collection #doll collector #doll reference #kenner #party pleaser

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goresugarsxx · 1 year

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۩ "Indeed this isn't a place for someone as skiddish as you." Admittedly Owl had been observing the entire thing. As he had a formal invitation to join in, but he didn't really participate in such things- he did as he usually did, observed. The Fool, the observer to watch even the end of the world. And he was witnessing this poor fellow turn as red as an elderberry- be that dark red almost purple from the sheer sight, and no doubt sounds, in the room.

He pulled the man by his arm into the adjoining hallway, shutting the elaborate white doors behind them, a girn on his face. "Did you get an invitation for this... or perhaps you're in this mansion for a different reason, the doorman didn't know why you were here and you got lost- am I on the right track?"

@igniferous from x

#۩ The fool; White Owl #۩ Card number 0 IC #igniferous #indeed what if we did

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oliveofdoom · 2 years

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GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I FINALLY MADE A TWISTED WONDERLAND OC !!!! i LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

So! Dorn is based on the Black forest from Snow White, sort of like how Epel is based on the poison apple! He specifically represents the trees and how they can shift into something horrifying. He is often compared to a forest Nymph and who knows, maybe he is one. * wink wink nudge nudge *

So, he is a Junior in Nightraven College. Originally he believed he would get assigned into Pomfiore with Epel, who he knew from home, being that they both lived in the secluded rural forests. He ended up getting assigned into the Diasomnia dorm. This was shocking to him, but his family did have a past with magic. His great grandmother, Willow, was also know to be a widely feared witch who cursed the very woods he was born in, the forest dating back to the fated tale of the Evil Queen an her daughter.

Dorn originally wanted to specialize in potion-ology, but he discovered he was quite bad at chemistry and general math, so he steered far away from it. Shapeshifting seemed to be his calling, being able to shift into forms such as wolves, owls, crows, and even a snake! His favorite form is the barn owl, however.

Like Malleus, his name gives him a bad reputation, and most tend to be scared of him. He wanted to work as a model as well, but specifically a visual kei model, but many were simply to freaked out to work with him, causing those dreams to die before they even started.

Instead he decided to stick to animals. He is often found in the Botanical Gardens, communicating with the feared beasts of the woods, or examining the many poisonous and odd plants.

Because of his bramble like personality and his homeland, he is often called “Thorn” as a nickname. Most people are actually not aware that this is just his name translated, so he sees it less of a nickname and more of a different pronunciation.

He loves oddities and anything weird. Which is probably why he attached to Lilia and Malleus quite quickly. He enjoys speaking with them because they tend to not notice his name or overall misconception. He also gets along quite well with Silver due to their shared interests in animals.

He likes: Any small cute animal but specifically bunnies. Pretty flowers all though his favorite is the Midnight Blue Rose. Herbal teas, anything with Earl Grey or vanilla he will drink, but he loves elderberry too. Role playing games, he finds them fun and often choses a bright happy beloved character to play. Lastly he adores sweets, fruit tarts are his favorite but is also quite fond of blueberry or vanilla scones.

He dislikes: The heat, he says it is physically damaging for him and he would much rather prefer the frost, he avoids the fire in Diasomnia. Sudden loud noises, as much as he wants to support Lilia, he can not handle concerts. Being a sudden center of attention, he absolutely despises being picked in class or praised Infront of people. Technology, he believes modern magic tech is taking away from the spirit of nature and magic, so he isn't that fond of it, he and Idia have argued over this many times.

So yeah!! That's my silly little guy!! I hope you guys enjoy him!

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mattievictoria · 2 years

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Cursed Plants and Witch Trees

“Mountains overawe and oceans terrify, while the mystery of great forests exercises a spell peculiarly its own.”

—Algernon Blackwood, The Willows

The above quotation is from Algernon Blackwood’s 1907 preeminent horror novella, The Willows, a story that’s stayed with me since I first read it years ago. I'm a huge fan of anything that falls under the category of “Spooky Nature” (if you haven’t figured that out by now!) and Blackwood’s novellas and short stories like The Willows and The Man Whom The Trees Loved hold a special place in my creepy, tree-hugging heart. When I sat down to write this, I wanted to take a cue from Algernon Blackwood’s book (quite literally!) and write something about cursed and/or haunted trees. HOWEVER, during the course of my deep-dive into the Vegetable Kingdom (as Blackwood referred to it in his many writings) I found that all of it super Cursed— yes, Cursed with a capital C, because we’re talking Serious Business here. So, I’ve expanded my original idea beyond trees to include a variety of frightening flora, and I’ve chosen four plants to discuss: Elder Trees, Parsley (you’ll be surprised! Parsley is exceptionally Cursed), Hemlock, and of course, The Willow. I hope you’re prepared to take a casual stroll through the deep, dark woods. Take caution, however; there may be something foul and eldritch hiding in the underbrush…

Elder

In his book Plant Lore, Legends, and Lyrics, Richard Folkard relates an incredible Russian proverb: From all old trees proceeds either an owl or a devil. If there was a tree from whence the devil sprung forth from the fiery depths of hell, it would be the Elder. The nefarious reputation of the Elder dates back thousands of years, and in pre-Christian Europe, the Elder Tree was associated with magic and witchcraft. A type of dryad known as Hylde-Moer, or The Elder Tree Mother, was said to inhabit the Elder Trees of Denmark. One must always ask the permission of Hylde-Moer in order to cut down her tree and use her wood. If a wood chopper did not ask permission, the Elder Tree Mother herself would stalk those who took her wood and used it without her consent, giving them no rest. When Christianity was introduced into Europe, it was a common belief that the tree Judas hung himself from after betraying Jesus was an Elder. Some people even claimed that it was elder wood that built the cross that Jesus was crucified on.

Elder trees are inherently linked to witches and witchcraft. There is a story told in Northamptonshire about a father who cut off a branch from an Elder for his son, only to watch in horror as the tree started to bleed. As they made their way home after the terrifying incident, they came across a woman in town who was said to be a witch… a fresh bandage wrapped around an injured arm. In Ireland and the British Isles, many claimed that witches would ride broomsticks and use wands made of elder wood. It was also a common belief that witches could transform into Elder Trees (like in the tale from Northamptonshire) and there were even stories in Denmark of Elders creeping around at night, peering into the windows of unsuspecting homes. However, because apparently fighting fire with fire does work, Elder is a common counter-charm to battle witchcraft. One sure-fire protection against witchcraft were elderberries picked on— you guessed it— St. John’s Eve (because this wouldn’t be a folklore article about plants if I didn’t mention St. John’s Eve at some point).

Parsley (and Celery?)

It may come as a surprise, but Parsley is a plant with a particularly Cursed history. From my understanding, Parsley and Celery, both in the family Apiaceae, have been confused for one another as far back as Ancient Greek writings have been studied by Classical scholars. I am not a Classical scholar, however, and it seems like the Celery-Parsley debate was hotly contested well into the 20th century. As a result of this centuries-long dispute, I’ll be using both plants interchangeably. In Ancient Greece, both Parsley and Celery were associated with funerary rites and the dead. The origins of Parsley are attributed to the Greek Hero Archemorus, and it was said that Parsley sprung from wherever Archemorus’ blood seeped into the Earth. Victors of Greek Funerary games were given garlands of Parsley for this reason. Gravesites in Ancient Greece were adorned with Parsley, and Parsey was also associated with Persephone as well as Charon. Ancient Greek philosophers Chrysippus and Dionysus both thought it a grave offense to eat both Parsley and Celery, which should be reserved solely for funerary feasts.

Somewhere down the line, Parsley became viewed as some kind of Spawn of Satan in England and subsequently, The US. It was said that “Parsley grows only for the wicked” and required three plantings— one for the gardener and two for the Devil. In parts of the Eastern US, Parsley was blown on to the seedbed from pages of the Bible. All of this is news to me; I’m a quarter Lebanese and let me tell you, tabouli enthusiasts everywhere (myself included) are probably confused, if not a little horrified. I did some research, and the Ancient Romans did not share the Greek’s grim view of Parsley. In fact, the Roman cookbook Apicius contains many recipes including parsley/celery. I have my own thoughts on this, and will elaborate in the next section. In the meantime.. be careful with planting and transporting Parsley, okay?

Hemlock

Unlike our previous subject matter, Hemlock being on this list should come as no surprise to you. Interestingly enough —and this ties in with my theories about why Parsley became so Cursed— Hemlock is also in the family Apiaceae, much like Parsley. This family also includes popular favorites such as Celery (as I previously mentioned) Carrot, Parsnip, and a ton of other everyday vegetables and herbs. Hemlock has been referred to as “Poison Parsley '' and many other poisonous members of the Apiaceae family are similarly named, such as Fool’s Parsley (Aethusa cynapium) and Spotted Parsley (Cicuta maculatah). Hemlock is a highly poisonous plant, and every inch of it contains the toxic alkaloid coniine— which is fatal even in small doses. Hemlock is most known for being the poison Socrates was made to drink when sentenced to death for impiety and corrupting the youth of Ancient Greece. Again, I’m not a Classical scholar so I don’t know what became of Socrates after his forced suicide (and apparently google doesnt know either) but perhaps a garland of parsley was left on his tomb by one his many followers. This was a bit of a tangent, but I can’t help but feel the association that Parsley has with death and the devil are somehow related to its cousin, poison Hemlock.

But, I digress, back to the folklore. In the northern parts of Europe, most notably England, Hemlock was an important asset in a witch’s pharmacopœia. The root of hemlock, which was “digged in the dark”, was a favorite among all of those who practiced witchcraft, along with nightshade and vervain. The plant and herb were powerful tools of the witch, and must be harvested properly, often in accordance to moon phases. Roots, like the hemlock root, were usually harvested in the dark of the moon, which sounds really cool and witchy, but there is a scientific reason for it. According to LocalUMass.com, “light, and heat from the sun and moon draw a plant’s nutrient-dense fluids (the source of their medicinal properties) upwards and into their stems, leaves, flowers, fruits and seeds. Therefore, when it is coldest and darkest, roots are most robust.”

Listen, everything about hemlock is spooky in the best way possible. I will leave you with Hosea 10:4, which makes me think of a quote from Piers Haggard’s iconic 1971 folk horror film, Blood On Satan’s Claw.

“They have spoken words, swearing falsely in making a covenant: thus judgment springeth up as hemlock in the furrows of the field.”

Willows

I began this post with a quote from The Willows, and so we have finally made it to the titular Cursed Tree of Blackwood’s masterpiece of Weird Literature. Artists, like Algernon Blackwood, have been writing, painting, and singing about the Willow Tree for as long as mankind has been capable of expressing themselves through art. Throughout this long and storied history, the Willow has been associated with grief, death, wisdom, and longing, as well as being described as a bridge between our world and something else entirely. In Greek mythology, Orpheus carried a willow on his person during his visits to the underworld. Hecate, Greek Goddess of witchcraft ( as well as crossroads, the moon and many other things) is associated with the willow. Like Hecate, the willow tree is analogous with the moon, and is placed under the sign of the moon by astrologers. The Weeping Willow, in particular, has a strong association with death and the other side. In China, where they originate, Weeping Willows are used to mark gravesites.

In her book, Discovering The Folklore of Plants, Margaret Baker comments that individuals traveling through Exmoor have been stalked by willow trees moving on their own accord after nightfall; dark whispers trailing behind travelers on long stretches of solitary road. I can’t help but wonder, were these stories that inspired Blackwood? It brings me back to the Elder Trees in Denmark, peering into dim windows long after the sun has set.

I want to end on one more literary passage concerning the subject of Willow Trees, because as I mentioned previously, Willows have been capturing the imaginations of artists for centuries. From Christina Rosetti’s poem The Willow Shade:

Slow wind sighed through the willow leaves,

The ripple made a moan,

The world drooped murmuring like a thing that grieves;

And then I felt alone.

I rose to go, and felt the chill,

And shivered as I went;

Yet shivering wondered, and I wonder still,

What more that willow meant

If I’m being honest, I feel like I’ve only really scratched the surface of the wide-ranging, fascinating subject that is Cursed Plants and Witch Trees. But I hope, however, that you have found this interesting, or even a place to start your own research (which I highly recommend you do!) Of course, I will include my sources which can also act as a guide for further reading! (Friends, it has been a hot minute since I’ve written in any kind of MLA format so please let me know if something is incorrect!)

If you take one thing away from this, remember: always ask The Elder Mother before you chop her tree down, and for god’s sake, please make sure you’re consuming parsley and not hemlock!

Bibliography and Further Reading

“As Above, so Below: Digging Roots and Scattering Seeds under the Scorpio Moon.” SUSTAINABILITY, www.localumass.com/blog/as-above-so-below-digging-roots-and-scattering-seeds-under-the-scorpio-moon. Accessed 6 June 2022.

Andrews, Alfred C. “Celery and Parsley as Foods in the Greco-Roman Period.” Classical Philology, vol. 44, no. 2, Apr. 1949, pp. 91–99, 10.1086/363177. Accessed 3 Jun. 2022.

Baker, Margaret L. Discovering the Folklore of Plants. Oxford, Shire, 2008.

Folkard, Richard. Plant Lore, Legends, and Lyrics, Embracing the Myths, Traditions, Superstitions, and Folk-Lore of the Plant Kingdom, by Richard Folkard ... London, S. Low, 1884.

M Grieve. A Modern Herbal : The Medicinal, Culinary, Cosmetic and Economic Properties, Cultivation and Folklore of Herbs, Grasses, Fungi, Shrubs and Trees with All Their Modern Scientific Uses. London England, Tiger Books International, 1998.

Mockler, W. E. “Moon Lore from West Virginia.” Folklore, vol. 50, no. 3, Sept. 1939, pp. 310–314, 10.1080/0015587x.1939.9718183. Accessed 12 Dec. 2021.

“Scholar Tree & Willow Tree | Dartmouth Folklore Archive.” Journeys.dartmouth.edu, journeys.dartmouth.edu/folklorearchive/2018/11/11/scholar-tree-willow-tree/. Accessed 6 June 2022.

“Willow Tree Mythology and Folklore.” Trees for Life, treesforlife.org.uk/into-the-forest/trees-plants-animals/trees/willow/willow-mythology-and-folklore/.

#Plant folklore #tree folklore #witch folklore #folk horror #illustration

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thecreaturecrossroads · 1 year

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Yra, Caoimhe, and Cairi

Character Association

Virphyra animal: Moth, Peacock, Angelfish color: Black, Neon Fuchsia, Yellow ofc month: May-June song: Die Young by Kesha number: 9 day or night: Sunset to Moonrise plant: Datura, Cattleya Orchids, Honeysuckle, Gladiolus smell: Peach Bellini, Pomegranate Mango gemstone: Sunstone, Rose Quartz, Onyx, Black Pearls season: late spring-early summer place: grassy fields, Beaches, cliffsides food: Fruits and grains. She loves sweet mango rice. Loves a good orange chicken too but can't eat a lot of meat. astrological sign: western:?? Chinese: ?? element: Air drink: Sangria, Really well filtered water, Strawberry milkshake

Caoimhe/Keeva/Aisling

Character Association animal: Short Eared Owl, dogs, White Snakes color: Aqua/Turquoise, Pine and pale Seafoam green, boysenberry or eggplant purple. month: September and December song: Tears of Gold by Faouzia/ Meet me in the Woods Lord Huron number: 6 day or night: Night, Moonrise. plant: Holly, Thistles, Wild Roses in yellow or sunset/sunrise colors, Moonflowers, Seashell Cosmos smell: Smell of Rain on the wind, Fresh baked bread, lemon Balm, peppermint plant, Peaches gemstone: Amazonite, Seraphinite, Siberian Emerald, Kyanite season: Fall and Winter place: Temperate Rainforests, Tundra, Moorlands, Pine forests in winter food: Chocolate scones with berry jam, Roast Wild Boar with sautéed veggies astrological sign: western: Sagittarius. Chinese: ?? element: Earth/Ice drink: Mead, Hard apple Cider, Elderberry/Red Currant Wine

Cairi Character Association animal: Horse, Raven, She's a Unicorn what do you think. color: Ruby/Wine Red, Emerald/Various Greens, Yellow. month: April, September song: Blood of Cuchulainn, Carry On by Fun number: 5 day or night: Day, Afternoon when the sun shines in through her stained glass window in her reading nook. plant: Bellflowers, Lupine, Green Zinnia's and Chrysanthemums, Dahlias smell: Clean soap, Fresh cookies, Smell of warm cake, gemstone: Emeralds, Jade, Pearls season: Late Summer to Early Fall. place: By a Lake, Hiking in the woods food: Bangers and Mash, Stuffed Mushrooms, Zucchini Parmesan astrological sign: western: Pisces Chinese: Dragon element: Earth drink: A good Irish Stout, Herbal Teas with Honey, Raspberry Lemonade

stolen from: @magioffire tagging: @jiaolong-rp @nykrose @bastard-basket @distoretion

#character association #Cairi #Caoimhe #Yra #Keeva #Aisling #About Keeva #About Aisling #About Yra #About Cairi

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jorvikcity · 2 years

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Vivien Questions

i didnt realize i had asks turned off theyre on now EITHER WAY

3. Are they superstitious? as superstitious as a dane would get ARJKFKJR folklore and myths have always fascinated her (which is also why she came to jorvik in the first place) and they do the knock on wood thing pretty often, but they never believed in ghosts or anything before they got involved with the keepers

7. What’s their fondest memory with one of their horses? she still remembers finding Elderberry (her JWH) befuddled and sleepy outside of Moorland Stables, and how majestic and strange he looked for a horse. and then she offered him an apple and he wasn't so intimidating anymore

as for Autumn, their favorite memory with him was when he spoke to her for the first time. her absolute bewilderment at that lmao

13. How did they meet the Soulriders? Are they on good terms with them? she was probably investigating the baroness for some petty rumor when she bumped into alex and heard about linda's disappearance, and her curiosity drove things from there! i think her bias for alex has been obvious from the start - they see themself in her a lot. i think the one she relates the least to is linda, but she enjoys her enthusiasm for her interests. lisa im not quite sure about, i think they appreciate her emotional honesty but can't (or won't) reciprocate. her music isn't their taste unfortunately, but they know she's very talented

anne? .... she tries :( but they have a hard time seeing eye to eye

25. If you had to describe them in 3 words, what would you say? curiosity, responsibility, regret

6. Are they a morning bird or night owl? id say both tbh? but leaning towards early bird. she finds jorvik especially beautiful at dawn

11. What are their thoughts on Pandoria? it scares the shit out of her T_T she has a hard time comprehending the chaos of it - she's usually an orderly person, but pandoria represents the spiral this journey has sent her down

12. Druids or Darkcore? druids, but she often wonders why DC are the way they are. her morbid curiosity has almost gotten the best of her before

15. Are they a magic user? How did they find out? only technically. she's supposed to be able to channel all four circles, but her ability to do so is extremely volatile and unpredictable, and it scares her. she prefers finding more mundane ways of solving problems

22. Do they have any hobbies or talents? they love nature photography, and have taken a great deal of pictures during their time in jorvik. they will occasionally mail one to their family, but they never receive any response.

#sso #star stable #sso oc #TYSM FOR THE QUESTIONS GUYS *PLEADING*

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derrida-simp · 2 years

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Tagged by @howblunt thank you so much I didnt see your tag for so fucking long its embarrassing but I'm doing it now :3

Three Ships: hmmm longterm fave of mine was yashaand beau from critical role, jotaro & kakyoin jjba is always a win, uh Idk anyone else... them gay bitches from owl house ig I'm happy for owl house fans getting gay bitch rep

First Ship: oh probably 100% something from atla probably sokka and suki I thought he deserved something nice I thought she was so fucking cool

Last Song: War Pigs - Black Sabbath

Last Movie: hmmmmmmm I dont remember probably paprika tbh I dont watch films, but paprika was v fun

Currently Reading: Howard's end, just finished Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn overall mid but easy read, kinda underwhelming end 6.5/10 cuz Flynn's writing style is spectacular

Currently Watching: still have half of the Mandalorian left, plus critical role and adventure zone to finish up (granted that's more 'listening' territory) oh and finish wandavision, if only so I can bitch about it :p

Currently Consuming: god I've been sloppying down elderberry juice like u wouldnt believe me holy fuckjng shit

Currently Craving: God I want pho so badly.... a nice garlic beef pho could fuck me up rn. And spring rolls my god. When I go back 2 budapest that's all I'm gonna eat

Tagging @kanine because I want u to suffer and @addcolortomysky and @itsthechocopuff hiiiiii we havent talked in a while 🥰 >:3c

#tagged #text #tag game

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mwillwrite · 2 years

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Caduceus Clay

The Goldwires fill my morning cup

They taste earthy-sweet and full of love

I hug their warmth to my chest and walk the grounds of my Mother’s grove

Bluebirds chirp from the canopy and the grass bends to the morning breeze

I scan the foliage, inspect the trees

Perhaps a newly spun cocoon will give me meaning

My purpose will come from the rustling leaves

Or perhaps, as the owls sleeps in their nests

I should stay in mine

The Orians make my midday brew

They taste of rosemary and raucous laughter

I hug their warmth to my chest and walk the grounds of my Mother’s grove

Bees buzz lazily from bloom to bloom and chicks chirp softly in the pond

I scan the springs, inspect the sky

Perhaps the flight of the eagle will give me meaning

My purpose will come from the bubbling brook

Or perhaps, as the fox chases the rabbits back home

I shouldn’t bother leaving mine

The Paxleys give my nighttime tea

They smell of elderberries and generations of regret

The chill of undrunk tea cools me as I walk the grounds of my Mother’s grove

Crickets chirp musically in the darkness while fireflies light their performance

I close my eyes and simply listen

I hear nothing from the swishing of the willow leaves

And even less from the rippling spring

So perhaps, as the owl chooses to leave in the night

I should stop waiting for signs

#critical role poetry #critical role #caduceus clay

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spaceumbredoggos · 29 days

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So much for Stardust Chapter Fourteen.

I flailed around in the snare, the trap tightening on my neck. “Calm down calm down!!!”

“Saying calm down is counterproductive because there is a legitimate reason to be panicked if you knew my situation!!!” The woman gave me an eye roll and transformed into an owl like version of herself. She dug her claws into the trap and cut me free. I bolted, only to collapse on the ground from exhaustion. “Hey Kenz? Is that your name?”

I nodded, panting out of breath. “I’m Eda. Eda Clawthorne. And by the way, that Karen had it coming.” Eda transformed back into her more human-like form, noticing how panicked I was. “Can I kidnap you for a bit?”

I flared out my wings and hissed at her, rearing up with a snarl. She was unfazed by my display, holding her staff out. I batted it to the side and rasped the scales on my wings, thrashing my tail back and forth.

“Typical Umbredoggo defense posture. Intimidation first.” Eda seemed to know what she was dealing with. She smiled, revealing her gold tooth. I collapsed, unfamiliar with my own biology. “Look. I’m kinda having a bad day. I am sorta trapped in this body—“

“I know.” Eda crouched down to my level as she reached out towards my antlers (forgot to mention that I had those. See the Umbredoggo post for more.) she started rubbing them, causing me to sit down and my tail to wag. “What sorcery is this? I am in no mood for pettos!!!!”

“Umbredoggo antlers are the most sensitive part. Also, are you touch starved?!”

“Don’t patronize me!!!” I snarled, but noticed my tail wagging on its own like a dog who’s found its owner. “No!! I’m not happy that you freed me!!! I have claws and fangs and wrist barbs!!! I could have freed myself!!!”

“You can’t mask your emotions from anyone anymore, kid.” Eda laughed, picking me up and carrying me back to the shack, which was closed.

“How can you carry me with one arm?”

“Have you been eating?” Eda poked at my ribs. “Uh yeah…”

“Like, eating eating. Like overindulging eating.”

“What are you talking about and how come you seem to know about my biology?” Eda took out a book from her coat. “I found this in the library when I visited a few decades ago. Thought it would give me information on my curse. Turns out, all it talked about was Umbredoggos and the last one.” Eda gave me the book. “Thanks, I guess.”

The whole shack shook as Stan blew his nose. “What the fuck is going on with Stan?”

“Soos’s son caught the flu. Now everyone besides me and Mabel have it. It’s only a matter of time before I catch it. It’s a particularly brutal flu that lasts for days. Mabel’s at CVS getting flu medicine and I had to cover for Wendy’s shift.”

Eda grabbed a bag of medicine from her coat. “CVS flu medicine won’t do shit with Gravity Falls flu. This is a heightened recipe that the Warrior cats clans by the lake use for severe flus. Modified to work for humans, but not for Umbredoggos because it contains catmint, which would make you high off your ass.”

“Catmint is a great cough suppressant. What else does it have? Elderberry juice?”

“And flufew. A gravity falls native plant that cures the flu. It’s related to feverfew.”

“This is safe, right?” I heard Ford walk in, and he immediately grabbed the bag, taking some of the medicine and going to lie down. “Yep it’s safe, Kenz. I’ve used Flufew myself. Thanks Eda. You’re the best.”

“Wait, Eda?” I heard Stan bolt into the room, fuming. “She got flu medicine. You can be mad at her for stealing your car later.” Ford immediately started to perk up as he noticed that I was hiding underneath the cash register. “Kenz? Where are you?”

“Nowhere important.” My inky black fur almost melted into the shadows. “Kenz? Why are you hiding? And why is Eda covered in black fur and scales?” Ford searched everywhere for me as Eda crouched beside me, blocking me from view. “Why are you helping me hide?” I whispered, which Eda chuckled. “Shh.”

I kept quiet as I heard someone else barge in. A girl with a scar on her right eyebrow wearing a grey cot with beige sleeves, a purple shirt, an orange beanie with pins on it, and green sweatpants holding a purple staff with a snake on it noticed me under the cash register and rushed up to me. “AYE QUE LINDO!!!”

She grabbed me and pulled me out of my hidey hole, petting my head. “No. No que lindo.” I snarled, trying not to draw any attention to myself as Eda tried to get the girl off of me. “And it talks!!! Awww!!!”

“No awww. I am not cute!!!” I squirmed out of the girl’s grasp and collapsed. Ford suddenly turned around and noticed me on the floor, trying to go back into my hidey hole. “Kenz?”

I didn’t respond. “I know that’s you, Kenz.” I still didn’t respond, trying to figure out how to transform back into human. Just as I was about to reach the book, I collapsed, involuntarily transforming back into human form and shaking from exhaustion. “You’re a human? But you were just a cute little—“

“Not cute. Not little. Just an Umbredoggo.” I panted, trying to regain the strength to stand. “Oh. I’m Luz.”

“Kenz.” I put my hair over my right eye and stood up, flinching as Luz approached me from my blind side. “Fuck!!! Be careful.”

“How do you do that? That umbrecallit thing?”

“Involuntarily.” I shook my head and grabbed the lint roller. “You need this. That black fur gets everywhere. This is my first time doing that. I bit someone. I’m gonna go lay down and think about what I have done.”

I walked into the living room and noticed Loona sitting on the couch. “You haven’t caught this flu? Wait, you’re immune.” I sat on the couch next to her. She was watching the viral TikTok of me biting the Karen in my umbredoggo form. “Was that you?”

“Why?” I flopped on the couch. “Because! You’re legendary. That asshole has been terrorizing Gravity Falls since her daughter came out as lesbian after visiting. She’s been extremely vocal about her right wing agenda and has been banned from this town, but always sneaks in somehow. Fuck.”

“They didn’t just film the bite part, didn’t they?” Loona was dangling over the video, patting me on the head. I smiled and blushed, noticing how close she was to me. “Can you do it on command?”

“No. And I don’t like doing it. I could have killed her.”

“You should have killed her.” Loona was blushing and was clearly enjoying this more than I was. I rolled my eyes, only then to notice the smell of Loona’s perfume. I also noticed that Loona doesn’t act anywhere near as hostile around me as she does with Mabel or any other of Wendy’s friends, and remembered how she even distanced herself from Wendy. However, since I had met Loona, she had been very close to me, being uncharacteristically gushy and enthusiastic. I smiled as she rubbed my head, remembering how touch starved I was. What’s going on with us?

Loona seemed to notice my blushed expression. She smiled, rubbing my shoulders. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

She held me up, smiling and blushing. “Are ya thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That we should run off somewhere and get into some trouble that would make even the most chill dad fuming with anger?” I gazed into Loona’s eyes, nuzzling her nose. She carried me bridal style to a secluded treehouse in the woods. “Wendy built this as a kid. She keeps updating it with stuff.”

There was a chaise lounge in the corner. I dragged Loona onto it, letting her pin me down. She pressed her lips against mine as I whimpered in glee. I sucked on her neck, licking it.

Loona purred and started touching my chest. “Now are you a top or a bottom?” She teased, causing me to pose and spread out my legs. “I’m a virgin raised by conservative parents. Maybe we should find out.”

“You seem like a bottom.” She pinned me down as I moaned. She nibbled on my neck, nuzzling it. I mewed and purred, blushing bright cherry tomato red. I turned to face her and stuck my tongue fur in her mouth.

Just as we were about to get crazy, a loud voice boomed from the entrance to the tree house. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, LOONY?!”

Loona and I immediately stopped and burst out laughing. It was Blitzø, and he stormed over to Loona furiously. I felt a tug as he glared at her. “She was just showing me what I’ve been missing.”

“You just wanted to get into their pants, Loony. Don’t you—“

“So? Would’ve been totally wotally fine with me.” I stumbled over to Loona, but was shoved out of the way by Blitzø.

“‘Totally Wotally??!’ Do you hear yourself? You’re only eighteen! She’s 22. You’re barely an adult.”

“We’re both consenting adults—“

“You’re barely an adult yourself!!” Blitzø stood between me and Loona, who were gazing at each other lovingly. “No no no!!! Stop this right now!!!”

“Why aren’t you pissed at me for—“

“Because you don’t know any better.”

“Why are you so protective of me? You barely know me!” I arched defensively, glaring at Blitzø. “Does Ford know where you are?”

“Why would it matter? I’m a grown adult. I don’t need a babysitter.” This seemed to enrage Blitzø more, but he calmed himself down. “Look, I don’t want you getting hurt, okay? Or doing something you’ll regret.” He pulled out his phone to make a phone call. “What the fuck are you doing?”

#gravity falls #the owl house #eda clawthorne #luz noceda #ford pines #loona helluva boss #helluva boss #self insert #self insert OC

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