#druidcraft

[thatdruidgal]

Favorite Recipes

Witchcraft Recipe Book Masterpost

Here are all of my favorite witchy recipes compiled from all corners of Tumblr 🤗

Drinks

magick hot cocoa — @leodrune

heal your heart tea — @dumbass-mothcraft

energy boost tea — @mercurys-daughter

energizing tea — @witchy-studies

headache relief — @themanicnami

cleansing potion — @themanicnami

calm and happy tea — @the-starlight-witches

quincy's golden milk tea — @this-possum-cries

new years manifestation tea blend — @infernalwitxhcraft

dandelion dreams tea — @little-witchys-garden

healing apple cider [upg] — @thatdruidgal

samhain cider — @starsofdarknebula

samhain tea — @starsofdarknebula

good night lavender tea — @thecactuswitch

yule spell in a mug — @fairy-magick

Foods

lughnasadh herb bread -- outside source

litha orange honey cake -- @gardenfoxywitch

rosemary-honey shortbread -- outside source

enchanting flower and herb spread -- outside source

lavender earl grey cookies -- @coinandcandle

cozy butternut squash winter soup -- @kitchenwitchtingss

homemade butter thins crackers -- outside source

fire cider chutney soup [upg] -- @thatdruidgal

Remedies

fire cider -- outside source

four thieves vinegar -- outside source

Infusions

herb-infused oil -- outside source

rose oil -- outside source

pine needle spray -- outside source

cleansing spray -- @tears-of-amber

florida water cologne -- outside source

Misc

incense -- @magnoliawitchcraft

autumn incense -- outside source

cleansing salt — @theaetherwitch

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The Witch’s House

[honourablejester]

D&D Character Concept: The Druid in the Walls

You know when weird bits of inspiration combine from very disparate sources? Specifically to give you extremely horrible backstories for a character?

Because I’ve been walking the dog the last while, and I’ve been noticing a lot of the wall plants. You know, the bits of plants, pennywort and red robin and the like, that grow in the cracks in the walls? Between the stones, in the gaps in the plaster. They’re really pretty, and I just love the stubbornness of them, to wind their way into wherever they can anchor and just bloom there.

I’ve written some things before on urban druids in D&D, and I was thinking idly about making a character in that context. The plants that grow in the cracks in the walls. And, because this is D&D and tragic backstories are, like, the thing, I was considering …

Beyond just general urban misery, where would you be where the sight of a stubborn little weed growing in the crack in a wall might be the one beautiful thing you can see and a seed that becomes a focus for your whole being?

Prison is an obvious answer. A cell, looking up at the bit of green growing near a high window. But the idea merged with a crime documentary I watched on youtube, which I cannot find again, about (warning for child death) a Victorian/Early 20th century murder of a child. A society woman who’d had a child out of wedlock as a teenager collected her young daughter from the woman who’d been caring for her, brought her to the cellar of her new husband’s house, and murdered her, without realising that one of the maids witnessed the deed. Which, yes, extraordinarily dark. But.

A child in the cellar. An illegitimate child, hidden away. A bit of green in a high window.

For some reason, my first thought was half elf, because D&D has some options for visibly illegitimate children. But then I remembered we can go one further for social ramifications. We could have a tiefling. A tiefling druid, who spent her first years in the care of a nurse, until she was old enough that they knew she would survive, and then was violently taken away and hidden. Because she is living proof of a … of an indiscretion. A sin.

There’s a bit of me that wants to go with the Sword Coast Adventurer’s Guide tiefling variants as well, here. Because, while we’re on this very bleak trip into victorianesque worries about the physical markers of illegitimacy and immorality, there’s the alternate appearance descriptions for variant tieflings: “Your tiefling might not look like other tieflings. Rather than having the physical characteristics described in the Player's Handbook, choose 1d4+1 of the following features: small horns; fangs or sharp teeth; a forked tongue; catlike eyes; six fingers on each hand; goatlike legs; cloven hoofs; a forked tail; leathery or scaly skin; red or dark blue skin; cast no shadow or reflection; exude a smell of brimstone.”

… Tieflings really are playing on a lot of … of very old fears and prejudices. So yeah. But if we’re consciously playing with that, here. It does work.

And this is the sort of house that has a cellar. That has maids. That has nurses. This is urban nobility. But this kid has no memory of wealth, comfort. She just remembers a prison. A cold room with a high window onto street level. And the bit of green, the delicate bloom, the one pretty thing she can remember, shining in the dusty light of that window.

I also, I’ve been handwashing a lot of clothes lately, and I was thinking about the red hands you get from hand laundry. Caught red-handed. And, urban nobility like that, they’d have laundry. Maybe even laundry in the cellar. And I was thinking about the maid in that documentary. And I was thinking … someone freed them. Someone heard the creature in the walls of that house, and the hints upstairs of what it might be, and someone found the compassion in their hearts to do something. Some tiny thing. Even if it was just ‘accidentally’ leaving a door open. And all this kid remembers of how she got out of that prison is … red hands. The raw, boiled red hands of a laundry woman, as she darted past them into the light, in search of their tiny sprout of green.

So she escaped. She lived as a street urchin for a while, a good few years. And she never lost … She looks for the plants. The weeds. The tiny scraps of green the city over. The flowers blooming in the cracks in the walls. Because there’s … there’s an ethos there. A sympathy. A stubborn, determined thing. They grow where they’re not wanted, in the dirt and in the dark, and they bloom anyway. They survive, and they bloom, and they give hope to those around them. It’s a scrap of a thing, a fragile shred of green, but it grows. No matter how unwanted it is. And it gives hope when there’s nothing else.

At some point another druid stumbled across her. An apothecary, maybe, an urban herbalist, or just a vagabond with their own sympathy and appreciation for those shreds of green that all the artifice of urban living could not drive away. She found a teacher. She learned some things. And she gave back some things. Druids have goodberry. Healing word. Spells to help … those who survive in the city’s cracks and crevices. And she wants to. Because of the green, yes, for the hope in the darkness, and also for those boiled red hands. For the servant who helped her, for the faceless person in her memory, that pair of hands, that helped the monster in the walls when no one else would. She doesn’t know who she was. She don’t know what happened to her. The house she came from had a demonic child caged within it. Who knows what they’d do to a servant who interfered in the family business like that? Urban elite, nobility, tend to have … pragmatic solutions to things like that.

Though they hadn’t killed her. Why didn’t they just kill the monstrous child, the proof of their sins? Why hide her, instead of simply getting rid of her? So maybe … maybe there’s hope. Maybe that poor woman, whoever she was, didn’t die for her good deed. I think that is a hope she holds. That she wants to find out what happened to that woman, and maybe, if it’s possible, if it’s not so very much too much to hope, to meet her. Thank her. And … until then. To emulate her. To help. Before anything else, just to help.

I do know I want this druid to have the druidcraft cantrip. Because, yes, it might be largely useless, compared to the likes of prestidigitation and even thaumaturgy. And yes, druids only start with two cantrips, and she probably should take more useful ones. But there is one effect of druidcraft: “You instantly make a flower blossom, a seed pod open, or a leaf bud bloom.” And that’s …

I’m not sure if it’d be ruled that she could create flowers with that. Let small flowers bloom in the cracks with a whisper. But even if she’s only helping the ones already there to bloom, it’s still …

That was her hope. Her symbol of the outside world. The only beautiful thing in her world for years. And she wants to be able to spread that. That was the first magic she learned. The first warmth and hope she ever held in her hands. The ability to make flowers bloom. Even here. Even in the dirt and the dust and the misery. A little tendril of green, stubbornly rooted into the stones of the world. Sometimes you don’t need to be able to fight. Sometimes you just need to be able to provide hope.

(If she could also get herself a Staff of Flowers along the way, she’d love that too)

Maybe a lot of the local urchins know to follow the flowers to find help. You know?

So yeah. Yeah. A tiefling urchin urban druid. A child of sin, with the cherished power to coax hope to bloom, and the stubborn determination to grow no matter what. And to … to repay the small and infinitely precious kindnesses they have received.

[undead-knick-knack]

He's just gonna druidcraft the anxiety away

[juliaqueendragon]

Welcome to the Queendragon Stable, Druidcraft.

You are a fresh gust of wind, you are a blooming flower, you are the all-too-familiar sound of forest

For everyone not familiar with DnD this is what the spell Druidcraft does:

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Inktober Day 29: Iridescent (sorry I'm a day late, I didn't have the time to post it)

I imagine druidcraft doesn't predict rainbows, but it's still a fun mental image.

Fun fact, rainbows actually are circles. You just can't see all of it from the ground.

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Ugh, druid stuff (cleaning my room)

[awlofcthulhu]

I made a bic case with my sigil. Another UV reactive one. I needed a template, and this was my only bic, so I had to use it. Needed to show it off, though.

[thedruidcraftindex]

Plant Lore: Snow Drops

Primary Meanings: hope, purity, innocence, rebirth, new beginnings Also symbolizes: fertility, renewal, sympathy, love, good luck, courage

Dominant Feature: small, drooping, white flowers in bunches, usually drawn with petals of three.

Tarot Example: Princess of Swords

[auntphibian]

The Prophet Yaun Ji Taur

Yaun is a drow druid, the wife of the divine hunter Renir, and founder of the Taur Cult.

She believed in worshipping evolution, survival of the fittest, but also the cooperation required for survival. She believed reckless giving of yourself in service to others was proof of just how capable of a survivor you are. Offers of the flesh, like cutting off fingers or cutting off long ears, where proof of dedication to survival. She helped anyone in need because every success proved she was a product of evolution's success.

[thatdruidgal]

11.01 low budget options

Practicing Witchcraft on a Budget

Here are my favorite ways to practice on a budget!

Quartz is your best friend

Quartz can be programmed with just about any intention and is so versatile. It can be used for protection, absorption, and can boost really any spell because its energy mimics what is around it. Seriously so underrated, and thankfully is usually pretty cheap.

Need balance? Get amethyst

Amethyst is a basic stone that is a necessity. It can be used for sleep, divination, wisdom, protection, love. It, like quartz, is very versatile.

If you only ever get two stones in your practice, get quartz and amethyst.

When in doubt, use salt

Need to cleanse something and want something stronger than quartz? Don’t spend your money on a selenite wand. Salt is perfect (and it’s what selenite is made out of)!

Use the sun and moon energies

Sun energy is for, well, energy, revitalization, cleansing, and protection. Moon energy can be used for a lot, mostly divination, balance, and healing.

Capture their energy in some water in a recycled jar (rain water is great, but any water can do!) and use it in your spells!

Get candles from the dollar store or clearance section

Candles are great, but you don’t need to go expensive. Just pick a color of candle that aligns with your intentions from the dollar store or clearance section and use that!

Make tools out of simple things

Do you really need a fancy altar cloth? No. Do you need an expensive wand and athame? Nope. Do you need those cool-looking bottles for all of your dried herbs? Definitely not!

Reuse as much as you can — use old spaghetti jars for storing water and herbs, use a flour sack towel or washcloth for your altar, and find things around the house to get the job done.

Remember, less is more

Big companies try to sell this maximalist lifestyle with the practice of witchcraft for their benefit only. Try to only focus on buying what you really really want/need, and try to repurpose, thrift, or support small businesses to get it.

Farewell and good tides!

Branwen

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Witch’s House - WIP

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[korvid-19]

i love dnd

i love how my dm let me homebrew attacks with druidcraft. it’s quite devious, really! now i can throw seeds and bloom them in people’s eyes!

its quite silly tbh

[empyllon]

Got this lovely addition to my shelf for plant magic. It's a more expanded upon version than my small foraging book. I've been wanting a more expansive book like this for a while.

[petrichorium]

ANOTHER TREY CLOVER LOVER.. please he is so best friend's older hot brother coded 😭

HE IS or big brother’s best friend………. But tbh the current brainrot is like. A v specific kind of trope where u work for his family while he’s away so u spend months hearing about him in abstract and slotting urself into that family dynamic and then he comes back home and oh fuck fuck fuck he’s hot oh shit