#cabbage witch

[galactickohipot]

Autumnal vibes

[cabbagestrand]

@dianakko-week Day 1: Sun and Moon

[vhalesa]

Akko didn't steal any cabbages, all she had to do was ask~

[yaboirezzy]

The concept of diakko is just so unique to me, not because it's never been done before, but rather because of how it still feels new to me despite of that fact

"The rich kid falling in love with a common everyday kid" is nothing new to me, but diakko make it seem like it is for some reason

Maybe that's just me, idk

[academy-x]

all the farcille howls moving castle aus make me sooo mad i know falin looks good in the checkered coat but she is sooo sophie coded it would do her so much good to be turned old and realize social rules are meaningless and she should just do whatever she wants and be rude. also marcille is literally italian just like howl is welsh.

[spotforme]

i love that food colouring has been invented, i love that i can eat my little things but make them bright blue or hot pink, it's excactly the kinda day to day whimsy that keeps me going

[lwabutifuckeditup]

It’s the 30th

Are you going to wish the cabbage a happy birthday?

[duskrelyk]

BONK!

i know, i need to chill with the [*whispers* kissing] posts or ill be smitten (as in. they will smite me) (double meaning bc im soooo funny)

[cabbagefaerie]

Cabbage Faerie Reference Sheet 🌸🍵

[scribblediana]

Ok so FR, I recently Rewatched lwa and remembered how dearly I care about this show, and now that I’m older I not only understand the plot and characters better but also my art is literally way better how did y’all follow me with my mid art wow, and that comes to the second point the reason why I haven’t actually update this blog is because I thought it was so cringe WHO DID THIS I OOC DIANA SO MUCH HOW DID I DO THAT!??? So I kinda just left it here because I hated looking at it, but with my recent vigor of god I love lwa I thought I might as well give it a chance again! Also ama ask, do you guys want this blog to stay an rp/ask blog?? In which I will try my best to give better doodles and not make the most ooc Diana, or I can turn the blog into like a lwa in general kinda blog in which i just post anything lwa related stuff I drawn recently and also take you guys requests on what you want me to draw!! I know this blog and fandom is technically dead or at least idk where everyone went but I feel the need to ask! If not ama just do what I think it’s right don’t know what that is tho!! Oh yeah I’m also gonna answer all the asks I got stored up in here, because I feel bad for just letting them die in there :(

~Kiti✨

[foodandfolklore]

Mrs. Bunny's Dinner Party

The title of this story caught my eye cause I thought it was about a dinner. But really, it's an interesting commentary on how the people who say they are the bravest and boldest are probably just hot air. It's subtle, and the author Anna E. Skinner does a good job of not calling anyone out directly. Considering the time period this was written, the early 1900s, it was also probably somewhat of a metaphor for men/husbands dismissing women/wives and their concerns, only for their concerns to be completely valid. This Old story mentions several vegetables, including cabbage which is in season right now. While well known for it's prosperity, cabbage is also associated with Truth, Honesty, and Luck. I think these Rabbits were very lucky and Mr. Bobtail's true nature came forth :)

“Are you ready, my dear?” said Mr. Bobtail, looking at his large watch. “Mrs. Bunny will expect us to come in good time to her dinner party.”

“I shall be ready in a few minutes, Mr. Bobtail. I wonder how many are invited. We always meet fine people at Mrs. Bunny’s house.”

Mrs. Bobtail brought out her little gray silk bonnet, and Mr. Bobtail’s best birch cane.

“Come,” she said, “it is a good half hour’s walk to Bramble Hollow. Shall we go around by the way of Cabbage-Patch Lane?”

“Oh, no, my dear, let us take a short cut through the meadow.”

Off they started arm in arm across the sunlit fields.

“See, there are Mr. and Mrs. Frisk gathering nuts,” said Mr. Bobtail. “Jack Frost shook the trees last night. There are plenty lying on the ground.”

“Good morning. How are all the little Friskies?” called Mrs. Bobtail.

“Oh, how do you do! They are quite well, thank you,” said Mrs. Frisk.

“The nuts are fine this fall, Mr. Frisk,” said Mr. Bobtail, shaking hands with his friend.

“Yes, indeed. We have gathered a great many for our winter store. But you see we dare not stop long in this open field.” Mr. Frisk dropped his voice and glanced about in all directions. Then he added, “This is hunting season, you know.”

“What! Do you mean you are afraid of hunters?” asked Mr. Bobtail in surprise.

“Indeed, we are,” said Mrs. Frisk, coming a little nearer. “From our cosy home up in the hollow of this tree we saw two hunters crossing the field this morning. When their dogs sniffed about the ground and barked up the tree, we held our breath in fear.”

“Yes,” added Mr. Frisk, “and in a short time we heard ‘bang! bang!’ I tell you we didn’t venture down to gather nuts for several hours.”

“How dreadful! And we are on our way to Mrs. Bunny’s dinner party,” said Mrs. Bobtail, looking in all directions; “do you think we had better go on, my dear?”

“Of course! Of course! I’ve never had the least fear of a gun! Let hunters bang away as much as they please, they will never frighten me.” Mr. Bobtail straightened up as he spoke, and tossed back his head. “Come, Mrs. Bobtail. Good day, my friends.”

“Good day. We hope you will have a pleasant time,” said Mr. Frisk.

“Isn’t Mr. Bobtail wonderfully brave?” said Mrs. Frisk, looking after her friends.

When they came near Bramble Hollow, Mr. and Mrs. Bobtail met some of their friends. There were Mr. and Mrs. Pinkeye, Mr. and Mrs. Longears, Mr. and Mrs. Cottontail,—all on their way to the dinner party.

Mr. and Mrs. Bunny were waiting for their guests. The little Bunnies had been told how to behave.

“Now, my dears,” their mother had said, “you may play out-of-doors while we are at dinner. When we have finished I’ll call you. Now no matter how hungry you are don’t dare peep in at the windows. And if anything happens to frighten you slip into the kitchen and wait there quietly until I come.”

Away scampered four happy little Bunnies.

At noon all the guests had reached Bramble Hollow. Mr. and Mrs. Bunny welcomed them, and in a little while all were seated around the table laughing and talking merrily.

“What fine salad this is, Mrs. Bunny,” said Mrs. Longears. “The cabbage hearts are very sweet this fall.”

Mrs. Bunny nodded pleasantly and said, “Do have some lettuce, Mr. Bobtail. I’m sure your long walk must have made you hungry.”

“I hope you will like our carrots,” said Mr. Bunny, helping himself to another. “Come, Mrs. Cottontail, let me help you to another serving of turnip tops.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bunny. What a pleasant home you have here in Bramble Hollow. Do hunters ever wander into this quiet corner?”

“Well, yes. They stroll through the hollow sometimes.”

“Dear me,” said Mrs. Cottontail.

“Our friends, Mr. and Mrs. Frisk, were telling us that they saw two hunters crossing the fields this morning,” said Mrs. Bobtail.

“This morning!” cried some of the guests, pricking up their ears.

“Come, come, my friends,” said Mr. Bobtail, laughing, “I see I shall have to quiet you. I never could see why so many rabbits are afraid of a gun! I have often stayed quietly under a hedge while a hunter fired shots as near to me as——”

“Bang! bang! bang!”

Four little Bunnies leaped through the window, and jumped right over the table, upsetting many of the dishes.

Mr. Bobtail darted off his chair at the same time, and rushed to a corner of the kitchen, where he stayed, shaking with fear.

The other guests did not move or speak for several minutes. Then Mrs. Bunny caught sight of Mr. Bobtail in the corner. “Come out, Mr. Bobtail,” she called, “I’m sure the hunters have gone into the next field.”

[cabbagestrand]

so its christmas break...

[folkiewitchiewoman]

[zqwritings]

2:00am Musing:

The Witch and The Girl

The witch found the girl sitting in a cabbage patch. Her small head, covered in a short thicket of scraggly brown curls, fit right in with the cabbage heads. The witch was there to grab some cabbage for a salad, but upon seeing the girl, she felt as though her salad could use some meat. So, she put on her widest smile and approached the young child.

"Hello there," she said, bending her knees a bit to peer down at the girl.

"Hi!" said the girl, giving her a smile that spread across her face like a sunrise. Her eyes were glistening with an innocence that assured the witch that the task of luring her would be an easy one.

"You're much too young to be out here by yourself. Why don't you come back with me to where you'll be safe?" asked the witch.

The girl clambered to her feet and looked up at the witch, tilting her head to the side, thinking.

"Okay!" she said happily a moment later.

After the witch had picked the head of cabbage that she had originally come for, the girl followed her back to her wooden cottage in the forest, skipping as she went. Even as they made their way through the muddy bog, the girl maintained her cheerful energy. She giggled as the mud squelched between her toes.

When they reached the cottage, the witch led her inside and straight to the kitchen, where she picked her up and put her on the counter. The witch then took out a chopping board and knife before beginning to wash the cabbage.

"Oh, salad?" asked the girl.

"Yes, yes, I am making a very delicious salad. An old family recipe of mine. You will, of course, take part in this salad, as my guest," said the witch, hiding an evil grin as she carried the clean cabbage to the chopping board.

"Oh, okay, thank you!" said the girl, her voice bright and chirpy. The witch could hear the sincerity in her voice and stifled a cackle.

She chopped the cabbage into thin shreds, bringing the knife down harshly against the chopping board each time. She could barely contain her excitement as she scraped the chopped cabbage into a bowl and turned toward the girl.

"Come, why don't we give you a bath? You're awfully muddy from the bog," she said, making sure that each word dripped like sweet syrup from her mouth.

"Okay!" said the girl, climbing down from the counter and following the witch to the bathroom.

The witch ran some hot water into the bathtub, filling it up. She then squirted in some of the lavender-scented bubble bath that she saved for special occasions and particularly difficult days.

The girl had already tugged off all of her clothes and waited patiently until the witch lifted her and placed her in the tub.

The girl splashed around a bit and played with the bubbles.

"Here," said the witch, picking up the scrub brush and beginning to wash the dried mud off of the girl. Once she had thoroughly cleaned her, she squirted some shampoo onto her hand and raked her knobby fingers through the girl's curls. After she had lathered it in she rinsed it off, scooping up water from the bath and pouring it on the girl's head. The child laughed each time as the water spilled down her face.

Now that she was nice and clean, the witch dried her off with a fluffy towel.

"Wait here, I'll go grab you some clothes," she said before going to her bedroom and opening a chest that contained items from her childhood. She grabbed a small black dress that she used to wear when she was around the girl's age and brought it back to the bathroom. The girl lifted her arms and the witch put the dress on her over her head, lacing it up in the back once she had settled into it.

They then returned to the kitchen, where the witch lit a few candles before realizing that now the dress from her childhood might get ruined. She put the girl back on the counter and watched her swing her legs a bit. The family recipe hadn't been very specific about this part. She figured that it might be like preparing a chicken, breaking the neck and then plucking the feathers. But chickens were cooked whole, and she needed smaller pieces of meat for her salad. Besides, little girls didn't have feathers.

"What else are you putting in the salad?" the girl asked.

"Tomatoes, carrots, dried cranberries and...meat," said the witch.

The witch decided that she'd do the tomatoes next. She already had some in the fridge so she brought them out, chopped them up, and tossed them in the bowl. Every time they spurted juice she could hear the girl holding back laughs.

The witch then did the carrots, cutting them into thin strips.

The dried cranberries were next; they were the easiest part and it only took a moment of tossing a few handfuls into the bowl before the witch found herself back at the original dilemma, eyeing the girl and wondering what to do next.

The knife on the cutting board gleamed with the vegetable juices. Its sharp, jagged edge caught the light from the flickering candles.

"The meat is next right?" asked the girl, bouncing up and down on the counter.

The witch sighed and brought out two plates.

"You know what," she said. "Let's just have meat in our salads tomorrow."

[minasweep]

everytime I see a tangled edit or clip I'm instantly possessed by the little girl I was in like 2010

[strawberry-jackalope]

my last project in German is a cooking video, and I just randomly picked a recipe but it's amazing??? This soup fucks actually!!