Don’t drink poison just because you’re thirsty
The progression of my Aconite blooms in my poison garden. A most vibrant, striking color contrasting everything else in the garden that’s begun to die back. The daturas have started to wilt, tobaccos taken by the first frost, the mandragoras brought inside. The Queen of Poisons insists on being noticed. The oldest of the bunch, they’re about four years old and stand around five feet tall.
Monkshood (by: Garden of Eve)
These are my little poisonous aliens. Aconitum is a pretty but deadly plant.
Aconitum carmichaelii ‘Arendsii’
Autumn Monkshood in bloom.
I may or may not have very deadly things in my garden, but they make me happy and prevent people from picking things when any one of them could kill you.
My Queen of Poisons flowers have bloomed! AREN’T THEY PRETTY?!
“You’re cheating,” JJ accused, but there was a glint in his eye, like he’d rather like to be in on it. She felt like she could read him better than ever before. Whether she’d gotten that much better at it or he was just letting her remained to be seen.
-monkshood and wolfsbane
JJ looked away and back at the disaster Kiara had before her, a snigger escaping him. “That’s supposed to be a hat?”
She glared at him. “Rude.”
-monkshood and wolfsbane
Good actually! I’m gonna finish my Cinderella Story AU first (cause I really want it to be up for Halloween… fingers crossed), but I’ve been working back and forth between them the past week. Once I’m done with the Cinderella Story AU I’m gonna get down and really start cranking M&W it out. Second year is a bit of an awkward gap year and I was super busy with personal stuff up until this past week, so that’s why it’s taken so long.
The writers’ chat was actually talking about attempting NANoWriMo and if I do it’ll be on Monkshood and Wolfsbane, because the later chapters are gonna get massive.
Monkshood (aconite) in bloom.
Bicolor Monkshood in bloom. Over 5 feet tall this year and possibly the biggest blooms to date.
deep forest cottagecore. dark earth tones mixed in among large stacks of books. herbs growing in small patches of light in the kitchen, bedroom, and study. something is brewing in the kitchen, it always is. there is a small animal curled in the corner- it comes and goes as it pleases. it is raining. the shadows know they have a home here. there is a fire in the hearth; there always is. a bed covered in quits and furs. there is silence and there is murmuring noise and they are friends, weaving into each other like a cloth. monkshood is growing by the door. there is oleander closer to the trees. somewhere in the house, there is singing. the vines from the garden are now making their way inside and we will not stop them. there are presents for the fae in window boxes and food for the wolfdogs next to the hearth. both come and go as they please. it is raining, and the rain dreams of being snow, but that is a few month off yet. everything is snug and warm and dark and lovely.
Here are a few monkshood flowers (also known as wolfsbane) that I’ve been working on lately. You can see how appropriately named they are, with the little hood-like petal on top. These flowers are really dimensional and are more of a mixed media project than most of the flowers I make. They are free motion embroidered, then painted, and handstitched together. There’s a bit of wire sew on the underside of the hood so it maintains its shape. There are little clay fused petals underneath the hood, if I ever make more of these flowers again, I might try to make them fabric, just to see how that looks. Lots of little details like the hand painted stamen and the embroidered leaf finish things off.
These flowers are part of a larger commission I’m working on called The Poison Garden Project, where I’ll create a headdress full of various embroidered poisonous plants.