#Witchwood

[lurakha]

DRAGON'S DOGMA: DARK ARISEN (42 / ∞)

[pinetree-in-hatchetfield]

Pete meets a creepy guy in the woods

[fergusdraws]

been trying to draw more Them lately <3

[shadowbrightshine]

Idea.

The witchwood survived the tgwdlm bomb and little Jerry was the only natural survivor. The hive found him and now he's like their tank super fighter. In return he can finally express himself and be seen.

Do you see my vision? Paul riding on Jerry's shoulders into the next cities invasion, Jerry double wielding hatchets, singing with the most beautiful, impossible tenor or base voice you've ever heard. General infected macnamara in his falsetto beside him and Paul singing along in a trio of terrible, amazing power.

[thearcanecat]

Webby's Promise - A Hatchetfield Villanelle

The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web

The Witchwood contains an old magic spell

Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread

Whispers from the tree-people, lives long dead

To sing songs to prophets whose dreams they quell

The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web

Townsfolk are filled with a deep fear and dread

Called to worship by the clanging of bells

Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread

Though time has past, the soil is still stained red

Fueled by the poor souls the town had to sell

The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web

Soft moss on which weary seers lay their head

Creatures hide in caves, a safe place to dwell

Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread

Seep into the ground where blood has been bled

Stand, protector, over the gates to hell

The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web

Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread

[wanderingcure]

Its a bit different from the comic pages I've done in the past, but I'm digging it :3 have some soft Tanabata Witchwood for your souls

[vvitchwood]

Witchwood Issue 1 is coming out in December! Could not be more stoked!

And this poor bone man could not be more disappointed in our intrepid hero

[laverrez]

doodling witchwood smut and the joys of making james so hairy. i just wanna sniff him politely

[lurakha]

DRAGON'S DOGMA: DARK ARISEN (40 / ∞)

[stygiansiryn]

Undertaker

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[witchwood-yeehaw]

There’s a site now oh boy

I spent a whole $12 on the web domain you can like read it now and everything. http://witchwoodbook.com/ (A warning it is not yet optimized for mobile sorry I’m a bit out of practice with css...)

[playinhooky]

UGH, Good Wife by Kacey Musgraves just came on, and it always strikes me with witchwood feelings!!!

Like, the part in the song where it's like "The truth is, I can probably make it on my own. But, without him, it just doesn't feel like home" and I'm like YES GIRL, BECAUSE HOME IS THE TWO OF YOU IN LOVE AND HOLDING EACHOTHER AND SHARING SOFT DOMESTIC MOMENTS WHERE JAMES BURNS THE FRENCH TOAST AND THEN ITS DECIDED THAT WHAT THE FUCK WE'LL JUST GO TO A LOCAL DINER AND GET BREAKFAST

[kwaggysshardmindemporium]

LARP rambling time! In the setting of the LARP I go to, Humans are explicitly NOT endemic to the material plane equivalent. The material plane, Evren, came into being, and the other realms reacted in funky metaphysical ways which spawned the various races. I actually have a poetic account of this from the game writers, which I'll put below the cut.

Some context: my character has the ability to have prophetic and informative dreams, but they are still dreams. This isn't literal canon so much as a poetic synopsis.

You dream of a blank canvas. It is vast, going on and on and on until it is the whole world.

An artist splashes green paint upon it, and humans walk the land. All around them, their dreams and nightmares gain bodies and lives of their own.

Blue bricks appear, stacked carefully together, until they create beings both like and very unlike the humans - dwarves. They give names to the creatures that prowl the land, and thereby contain them to their current forms.

The World sees the new beings within it and knows that they must grow, and change, and die. The ground fills with fertile soil, then is washed by rivers and buffeted by the wind. Plants grow, and burn, and grow again from the ashes. A bolt of yellow energy condenses these raw forces into more people - elves. The elves bring the people together into families and villages. Some of them turn against each other, and they create war.

As the world changed, everything that it used to be was lost. From a red fog came the galatura, to keep the stories.

The World was excited by all its people, and it so grew people of its own, the lyra.

The Void could not touch the World, and it was angry at having been abandoned as its four friends played with their new people.

Although it could not touch the World directly, it sent its power coursing through the realms. The world split into the five continents, and one of them was devoured.

The people knew they could not survive alone. They turned to their neighbors and promised to send their thoughts to Reverie every night if the Nightmares and Shades could drive the power of Void back. They invited the fae to use their home as a place to experiment, mingle, and feed, if the Elementals and Golems would keep the Void at bay.

To seal their agreements, they stood with their neighbors around the Tree and joined hands to make a circle. The power of Void was reflected off of the power of their alliance. As it dissipated, a pool of silver light coalesced between them and became solid. One of the people of Evren picked up the coin. White light draped itself upon them as a mantle on their shoulders, and in their hands the one coin became several. They gave a coin to each of their fellows as a token of thanks.

Followup context: the question I had asked in this dream was "I'd like to see a vision of the first time anyone ever found the equivalent of a penny," hence the thing at the end about some dude picking up a coin and that coin becoming many. This game has wild fuckin lore.

I don't care about Dungeon Meshi otherwise but "Tallmen" is SUCH an elegant solution to placing humans in a fantasy setting that it's still blowing my mind. Just the term itself is enough to instantly recontextualize humans. They're no longer the default race. They're those big goobers with long legs, striding about all the time. I can so easily envision much more interesting relationships between humans and non-humans because of it. Like perhaps "tallmen" are stereotyped as shepherds by other races because they can watch over their flocks better, or as vagabonds because they are better suited to long travel on foot. And of course, they don't *literally* have to be taller than everybody else, they were just the tallest around whenever the label became the norm, or something like that. I just feel like it's so much better than what I've seen in settings like D&D that go "and humans are the... adaptable, generalist people :)!"

[ribbonup]

୨୧╼ There were difficulties that came with being a young mother. Violet often found herself faced with the judgement of others. Beatrice was not her biological daughter – but it was best that people thought so in many instances. Only those who she considered close confidence learned of her daughter’s true origin. 

      Out of all the parents who waited for their children to emerge from school – only one seemed close in age to Violet. The others were considered more age appropriate for the age group. It had been quite some time since Violet had reached out to another. Fear often left her frozen. As she saw herself as a black cat, a bad luck charm. If she got close to anyone, it would end poorly for them.

        It was Violet’s family who constantly insisted that she get herself out there. To not let the past tether her. So, she mustered up all of her courage and approached the woman. “Excuse me – I’m Violet.” Anxiously she looked down at her shoes, “I am new to the area, I’ve noticed we are the youngest ones here. Though it may be bold to ask – would you like to exchange numbers? I would enjoy making a friend who also has a child.” To have someone who understands. 

@witchwood ( maddy ) ୨୧ starter call. 

[vvitchwood]

babygirl, I'm following swamp lights you couldn't even fathom

[laverrez]

soft suburban witchwood vibes where james' parents gifted him a house after his first military contract ended as a way to try to bribe him to stay home, and he's really unsure about it because this is his passion, but he's taking a small break to settle into his place and consider his options when he notices the for sale sign next door is gone and there are moving trucks in the drive.

initially he thinks it might be a family because there are a lot of large boxes and there's an exciteable golden retriever running around the yard, but there arent children in sight. a couple, maybe- the young woman rushing around is trying to micromanage everything and looks very stressed, but she keeps being caught and reassured by a man that seems to comfort her. a young couple, then, he thinks, watching out his living room window; that's nice, maybe the man is into some of the same things as he is, and they could get drinks sometime. he goes to make coffee and forgets for a few hours about the moving in happening next door.

later, he walks outside to check the mail and the man from before is making his way to his car, waving goodbye to the woman and wishing her luck, to call if she needs help with anything. the movers are gone now, and the dog is pressing itself firmly into the woman's legs, as though to support her. she looks scared and tired. she waves to the man and calls a thank you as he takes off.

she doesnt notice james watching her as she turns to look at the house, her house, for a long moment, her shoulders falling lower. she sighs so loudly he can actually hear it, and then sinks to the ground, becoming so much smaller in her little sundress, as her dog whines and nuzzles into her lap.

she seems sad, and he cant help but go up and introduce himself.

her name is glynda, the man was her friend ozpin, and her dog is button-bright, who "isnt very smart, but he's as good as a good boy can be". she's just finished her masters program at a local university and secured a job teaching science at a nearby high school, to start in the fall.

this is her first house, and it's too big for her. she isnt sad, though, she insists. she just needs a moment to breathe before she can go inside and start living in it.

james leaves her be. eventually, she does go inside, and he doesnt see her leave for a long while. he can hear button-bright barking and playing in the back yard occasionally, and he thinks he might bring her some sort of welcome dish.

he isnt sure, but he keeps thinking about her. a lot. too much. she seemed sad, despite what she said.

he has a weird feeling that she would have the most beautiful smile.

he thinks he wants to make her smile, maybe.

he thinks his mom would hate her, just based on what he knows so far (it isnt much).

he thinks he'll ask her out, if she settles in okay.

he isnt sure, but he thinks....he wants to stay a little longer to find out.