#elderberry wand

[bacchettemagichemb]

Wood magic wand

Elderberry wood magic wand - for witches & wizards - wiccan or cosplay

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[fantisyoflove]

more neville works please!! love the way you portray him <3

*fans face dramatically* phew don't freak out don't freak out.

Thank you so much and yes of course!

Neville had taken off his shoes and socks by the tree roots. He had taken to hiding them under the roots because some people thought it was funny to take his things and hide them or chuck them into the black lake. He could not handle another howler from his gran if he had to write home asking for another pair of shoes! He rolled his pant legs up past his knees and wadded into the waters edge.

It was cold, especially in the shade of the trees, but he didn't mind even if his wand wouldn't cast a proper warming charm for him. One day he was going to save enough money to get his own wand. Having his dad's was nice but it didn't answer to him worth a lick of salt.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed while he was searching along the shore line for elderberries as well as taking note of the other local flora and fauna.

You carried a small bag and two of the texts Professor Sprout had suggested to you down to the lake to join Neville. He didn't even look up as you set your things down and began taking off your own shoes and stocking. Finally as the water rippled around him he glanced up to see you. A confused look was quickly replaced with pure joy.

"Y/N! You came!"

"Well of course I did! Did you think I wouldn't?"

Neville got a funny look on his face, "well no I just... you know.. I wasn't.. not that you don't" he was sputtering as you wadded as gracefully as you could to his side. You reach out and touch his hand giving it a squeeze.

"I like spending time with you Neville and I really like plants too! I will always be up for going with you." You give him a soft smile and he returns it sheepishly. The pink tint to his cheeks stands out even in the shadows.

"I brought tea and that book Sprout was talking about. I figured we could picnic and look at it after this."

Neville nodded tucking his wand behind his ear. "That sounds lovely. I already found some of the plants Sprout was talking about during class yesterday. I wanted to see which ones could be transplanted and still survive."

"Brillant! Do you have some jars?"

"Under the tree roots"

"Perfect, let's get started." You shivered again against the cold water and cast a warming charm over yourself and Neville. His head jerked up at the sudden warmth but you had already turned away and didn't get to see the flush of his cheeks spread to his ears and the adorable grin he had for the rest of the morning.

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The sun was high in the sky when you both decided to call it quits. You had helped Neville fill 6 jars with different plants and shrink them down for him to bring back to the castle.

You had been practicing your extending charms and managed to fit a whole blanket into your small bag along with tea for both of you.

You handed over the copy of the book you brought for Neville.

"The library had two copies?" He asked as he starts to skim through the pages.

"Oh umm.. no not exactly. I couldn't find it at the library so I went into town and got them."

Neville baulked at that. "Y/N you didn't need to buy me the book. I could have just waited for it to be returned to the library or just ...."

"Nope. Think of it as a late birthday gift. I won't accept anything else."

Neville hung his head suddenly overwhelmed. The book felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and he could barely hold onto it. His mind was racing. You bought him a book. You bought him the same book you bought yourself. You bought two books so you both would have one.

"Neville?" You reach out and touch his cheek drawing his face up to look at you.

"Thank you." He says so softly. You scoot closer so you are leaning into his side and open your book in your lap.

He stiffens at first, nobody has ever been this close to him before, but his body starts to relax into the touch. He tentatively leans back against you and opens his own book to read. The warmth from your body heats something deep in his chest and his body realises how truly touch starved he is.

He could definitely get use to this.

[luc3]

Black Elderberry. [French Folks Traditions]

In the 19th century, the peasants of France still attributed magical properties to the Elderberry, and its wood was sometimes used to make sorcerer's staffs and divinatory wands.

In the legend, Judas, after having betrayed Christ, would have gone to hang himself from an Elderberry branch. Thus, it is said in Vienne, that the person who breaks an elderberry branch in the garden of his neighbors will betray this one in the year, even without wanting it and without knowing it.

It should also be noted that in certain regions, Elderberry served as a panacea : everything was good in Elderberry for healing, in the past. But that following the curse linked to Judas, its powers had been supposedly removed.

Protective Magic :

Côtes d'Armor : Elderberries are planted near houses to ward off evil spells and snakes. It is also used to protect livestock (diseases and evil spells) by placing a branch in the cows' litter.

Yonne : Pick up a branch of Elderberry on the passage of the Corpus-Christi procession and then place it in an apple tree, it'll protect it against caterpillars. (?!)

Lower Brittany, Côtes d'Armor : You should never hit a cow with an Elderberry branch, it will make it sick, or cause its milk to dry up. Same thing for pigs. Moreover, if you burn Elderberry wood, you risk preventing the hens from laying eggs.

Magical Medicine:

Côte d'Armor : It is said that the Dlderberry is a "doctor", because the fairies took refuge in the flowers to flee the world when it became too mean. (a special one for my dear @lailoken )

Vienne, Vaucluse : the patient who touches an Elderberry will get better in the next few days, and to cure fevers you have to slip his name and date of birth into a previously hollowed-out elderberry tree.

The feast of Saint John is (of course) favorable to the Elderberry, whose virtues it multiplies.

In the Gospel of the Cattails it is said that warts are cured by rubbing it with an Elder leaf on the eve of Saint John, a leaf which is then buried. As the leaf rots, the wart dries out.

In Upper Brittany, Elderflowers collected on Saint John's Day are used to make an herbal tea to treat sick eyes.

Witchcraft :

Jura : We know the story of a sorcerer who introduced a little excrement from the person or animal he wanted to bewitch into a hollowed-out elderberry stick. He then fixed this stick in running water while reciting a prayer. The victim had stomach aches as long as the water agitated the stick.

In addition, Collin de Plancy in his Dictionnaire Infernal reports that : "when one has received some curse from a sorcerer whom one does not know, one hangs one's habit from one ankle and strikes on it with an elderberry stick; all the blows will fall on the back of the guilty sorcerer, who will be forced to come, in all haste, to remove the spell."

I learned SO MUCH HERE (snakes / little neighbors / sick eyes) while I came confident and persuaded to find other things in these quotes... Thus I'll continue to thank and pay tribute by posting the work of J. Fournier on the subject. (Once translated.)

Pic 1 @incroyables-plantes ; pic 2-3 @lherbier-d-elsa

Quotes arranged by me from the Dictionnaire de la France Mystérieuse by MC Delmas.

Also @graveyarddirt, I know you have some and you'll like it Sis' &lt;3

[greenthey]

Healing altar for today 🫐

Card of the day is Queen of Pentacles. Here she also represents Hyldemoer, the Elder Mother.

Message from the Elder Mother: "I see you you've mastered peezing, the art of sneezing and peeing at the same time." (7 of Wands)

The guides are always telling me to piss out my demons. I forgot I meant to put motherwort on this altar for clearing & heart healing but I'll put it in my tea.

There's no elder in this playing card deck but I pulled sumac which is also a protective tree. 6 of Cups, a return to childhood?

7 of Wands appears as well in the Black Locust card, defending what matters. The black locust symbolizes action and inaction. I am in a place of inaction for now as I try to ground back into myself, my own will, and the sense of safety needed to make healthy choices.

Elderberry is poisonous raw but offers immunity when prepared correctly. Like my raw emotions 😶‍🌫️ which when processed mindfully and over time, thru art etc, can become catalysts of healing for myself and others.

Elder branches were used to make flutes. Music is often my way out of torment. The wood spits and screams while burning, nature demons being released. I'm working on some weird angry witchpop music

How can I let go? Of control, regret, etc. Three of Cups. I am allowed to feel joy. I am allowed to have fun. I don't need to suffer for my sins.

Cinnamon & tiger's eye to ground

[joy-haver]

My birthday is coming.

Gift Ideas; For the Woman Who is already In Everything

A real sword. Long, sharp.

More free slippers

A better shovel

machetes, no plastic on the handles

Tractional bows, long arrows

A hunting rifle, ammunition

A place to shoot them.

Every medicinal native plant

A baby

Chickens

Every edible native plant

More handmade pottery that has function

Religious texts

Books of anarchy, already broken in

A still

A spinning wheel

Wood. Always wood

Clay.

Tall sturdy baskets

All the many vinegars

Booze of any kind

Shoes. Real shoes. The kind that are supportive. That you can maintain and repair.

Wool.

Cordage of every kind of cording plant.

Willow wands.

Fiber spun from strings that pluck the song of the birds and the leaves.

Elderberry, dried.

Button down jean dress.

Pockets added on to many things.

A new corset.

A prayer to finally say how I feel about the sun.

A teacher.

Skirts that are long and flowing and cotton and fit me.

Warm wet pussy.

Sourdough bread.

Homemade cheese.

Stillness.

A mind that flows like water and a pen that writes on its own.

A pen that fits my hands.

Pillowcases, cotton.

Kumbucha, low sugar, ginger or cucumber preferred.

A key to the out building where god has locked away the font of grace.

Forgiveness, from within.

To know the means and the does-not-ends.

A ceramic tea kettle that’s strong and subtle.

Supple breasts.

Deer bones.

Animal hide.

A well fit dress.

A swimming hole to kiss you in.

A song that records itself.

A jam session.

A record player.

Records to put in it.

A new hat,

Or an old one.

A Mardi Gras outfit like those men who walk on horses.

An end to everything that the law calls justice.

Justice, the art of making things right.

Love.

Feeling alive.

Your homemade mosquito repellent.

Help pulling privet.

You to learn to sew.

Me to learn to listen.

Us to learn to stretch the day.

A night to sleep under the stars in Coden.

A trip to the country.

A kite to fly.

Stars, bright, peering out of the darkness.

To build a boat and sail the ocean.

Lao Tzu’s hand to hold,

A hug from Le Guin.

A moment at the grave of my Maw maw,

More kinship from my kin.

Found family to finally be more family than acquaintance.

A visit from all of my online friends.

An antique bed frame of solid wood, with four posts and a canopy to hide in.

Long handled pruners, stronger than bodark.

Something to make me sleepy after dark.

Internal temperance.

A tattoo.

Ideas for them.

The perfect stick for an atlatl.

A prefect stick to walk with.

The wisdom of the ages.

An anarchy inside of me that comes to be religion.

The ability to accept it.

The ability to stop talking, and just listen.

[steliosagapitos]

          Blessed Bealtaine/Beltane To All )O( 

         ~ “Beltane is an ancient Celtic festival that marks the beginning of summer.  It is one of the major festivals in the wheel of the year and is a sacred day and night of union between the Goddess and the God. Beltane in English, Bealtaine in Irish, Calan Mai or Calan Haf in Welsh, Bealltainn in Scottish Gaelic, and in Manx Gaelic Boaltinn or Boaldyn. It is one of the four seasonal festivals; along with Samhain, Imbolc and Lughnasadh. This is a time of year when the veil between the worlds are thin and people would light bonfires on May Eve/Walpurgus nacht (April 30th) to ward of mischievous spirits, and to represent purification, tending the fire until dawn breaks. Historically in rural communities, cattle were driven between two bonfires to protect them from disease and evil spirits. It was also considered to be lucky to leap over the bonfire. The Maypole is a tradition that still exists today where people will dance around the maypole weaving ribbons (and magic) while they go. In Edinburgh, Calton Hill, there is a Beltane Fire Festival on May Eve every year with music, dance, fireplay, drumming, and immersive theatre that heralds the Goddess and God and the start of summer. It is a visually spectacular event that attracts thousands of visitors and is not to be missed. There are celebrations throughout England; Thornborough Henge, near Ripon in North Yorkshire hosts a weekend festival of camping, stalls, a Beltane fire, with the main Beltane Ceremony observed on the closest Sunday to May 1st. Drummers, dancers and a mummer’s play are part of the festivities, with Handfastings performed by the local Druid by appointment in advance. Family friendly, pet friendly this is a celebration for all. Hastings, Sussex, celebrate the Jack in the Green festival over the May day bank holiday weekend which hosts live bands, dancing, social events and family fun. The main event is a procession through the streets of old Hastings town on Bank Holiday Monday. The procession is filled with unique characters such as drummers, mummers, Morris dancers, giants and the beloved Green Man. Glastonbury, Somerset, also hosts a variety of celebrations. There is a gathering to witness the Sunrise at Glastonbury Tor, followed by a procession in the town of Green Men, Morris dancers, Druids, Witches, and other Pagans, Dragons, and Maypoles. There are a number of artisan shops on the high street that sell Pagan wares, not forgetting the fantastic Artist Linda Ravenscroft who has a gallery and studio at the Market Place. Throughout Wales, there are parades, fetes, Morris dancing, music and singing of Carolau Mai, or May carols, the crowning of the May Queen and May King, and dancing round the Maypole which is  very much an essential part of Welsh culture. It would be fashioned out of birch wood and painted bright colours, adorned with ribbons and hoisted into the air and dancing would commence.The drinking of beers and elderberry and rhubarb wines were supplemented by metheglin, a variant of mead laced with spices. The drink had its origin in folk medicines, and traces its etymology through a combining of the Welsh words meddyg (meaning healing or medicine) and llyn (liquor). ‘May Day’ in Wales was also associated with festivities on the village green, or – to be more Welsh about it – the ‘twmpath chwarae’. Literally the ‘tump for playing’ was a place where people could gather in the evenings, long before television, for dancing or for sports. On Calan Mai, musicians would play while traditional dances were performed. One popular theatrical entertainment was the traditional ‘mock battle’ between two men dressed to represent Summer and Winter. ‘Winter’ would arrive carrying a stick of blackthorn decorated with pieces of wool to represent snow. He would inevitably be defeated by his garlanded opponent, willow wand tied with ribbons.  At the end of the fight, a May King and Queen were crowned and the serious business of eating, drinking and cavorting would continue long into the evening.In Ireland, Bealtaine is celebrated at the Hill of Uisneach. The Bealtaine Festival was revived on the Hill of Uisneach in 2009 and today’s' festival remains much as it was in ancient times, a chance to meet old friends and make new ones. A family-friendly event that welcomes all the different tribes to celebrate the beginning of summer at the sacred centre of Ireland. In 2017, the ceremonial fire was lit by the President of Ireland, Michael D Higgins; making him the first Irish Head of State to do so since the last High King, nearly a thousand years ago. It is  gathering where heritage, art, culture, music, fire-dancing, talks, workshops, wellbeing, yoga, story-telling, children's fun and food is enjoyed and celebrated before the great Bealtaine Fire is lit at sundown. Mayday celebrations vary from town to town, region to region but all have the same theme – the celebration of the start of Summer.  With the arrival of the annual of the April Lyrids meteor shower (April 16th – 25th) and the first Swallows and Bats sighted here on the Ards Peninsula this week – Summer is here ! What are the Bealtaine/Beltane/Mayday celebrations happening near you ? Get in touch as we would love to find out. However you choose to celebrate, have a magical weekend.  Love and bright blessings to all.” ~

[endlessly-cursed]

𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."

BASICS

Full Name: Albert Edward Rosier 

Birthday: 30th of January, 1908

Weight: 86kg 

Height: 1.85m 

Faceclaim: Nicholas Hoult 

HOGWARTS 

House: Hufflepuff 

Wand: Elm wood, phoenix core, 11 inches, rigid flexibility 

The unfounded belief that only pure-bloods can produce magic from elm wands was undoubtedly started by some elm wand owner seeking to prove his own blood credentials, for I have known perfect matches of elm wands who are Muggle-borns. The truth is that elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, elm, in my experience, produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which, again, makes it highly desirable to those who espouse the pure-blood philosophy).

Amortentia (what they smell like): Fresno, expensive cologne, Earl Grey tea, gillywater and bourbon 

Best Subject: Herbology and Transfiguration 

Worst Subject: HOM 

Career: Marquis of Weltonshire 

Quidditch: Seeker 

Extracurriculars: Poetry club, duelling club, right hand of the Herbology professor 

FAMILY

Mother: Sara Josefina Rosier

Beautiful, sensual and intelligent, Catalina was a bright Ravenclaw witch with a quick wit and a tendency to make men and women in love with her. Of Swedish descendance, she grew up within the Sacred Twenty-Eight, though her affair with King Edward VII was infamous, especially when Albert and his sister were born of it. She re-met schoolmate Carmine Elderberry, who had been widowed and the two of them lived together. Catalina was obvlivious to their love until she had children of her own.

Father: King Edward VII

The infamous king, known as ‘The Caressed’, died when Albert was two years old, so he only remembers what is told of him, and is a bit embarrassed to be his son and never tried to make an appeal for a better life, having his own pride. He was well aware of his reputation and rumours, and somehow inherited his rizz with women, though he was like that unintentionally... most of the time. 

Sibling: Catalina Freydis Rosier 

Albert’s twin, she was his favourite woman in the world and always had a deep love for her. She was quiet, reserved and stubborn, but with a golden heart. At seventeen, Albert fell gravely ill and she nursed him back to life. Without her efforts, he wouldn’t have lived. They remained close for the rest of their lives 

Uncles: No uncles

Aunts: Carmine Elderberry ( @potionboy3​ )

Albert had always been a bit intimidated by Carmine, but came to love her as an aunt, and she grew up as a widowed aunt who was very much united to his mother. She provided for his education and even helped him with the hard subjects when Sara was away, and was the first to know the nature of their relationship, and though shocked, he was quick to accept it and support them in their late years. 

Friends: Ètienne Dubois 

Albert and Ètienne, though him being older, met in the society gatherings, for his family was an important one in the health business. Both of them had a similar sense of humour and lifestyles and quicky connected. Albert was also the reason he and Catalina married, though he scolded him for getting her pregnant at 18, and was the one to tell him to do the right thing and marry her. And so, he did, and all was well, loving his nieces and nephew very much 

Significant Other: Ruth Marchmont @potionboy3​ 

Albert was well aware of the fame of Ruth’s mother, Agata, thanks to the tell-all of the famous Ezra Greenaway, and it was Ètienne who thought it’d be interesting to introduce him to the daughter, Ruth. The two of them clicked and saw each other frequently, sparks clearly being there. When he fell ill, he whispered Ruth’s name numerous times, and Catalina urged her to his possible death-bed. After that, he realised he was in love with her. Unfortunately, he was not good at speeches, so he recurred to poems and flowers which language he always found fascinating. 

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PERSONALITY

Three Qualities: Charming, gentlemanly, humorous 

Three Faults: Shy, clueless, a bit naive 

Guilty Pleasure: Smoking cigarrettes and drinking bourbon when stressed 

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn 

FAVOURITES

Colour: Green, golden, grey and white 

Music: TBD 

Food: Spaghetti al pomodoro 

Person: His sister Catalina 

Place in the world: Normandy, France 

Holiday: Autumn 

Hobbies: Drinking bourbon, play polo and cricket, studying flowers and poetry 

MISC

When he was young, he liked to play in the gardens and find out which ones were edible. One day, he cut himself with the roses and cried all day. His mother, Sara, found him and taught him the meaning and messages of the flowers, and he fell in love with it 

He always sent Ruth poems with flowers, each of them with a message he wanted to express 

He also made flower crowns to Catalina and Carmine, expressing his love for them 

When he was small, he suffered from a stutter and wasn’t cured until he was twenty-two. He still stutters a bit because of Ruth lol 

He also plays the piano and can sing, though he must be heavily persuaded 

He was deemed an ideal student and was a gifted child who became a burned out adult 

He always craved for academic validation 

His biggest dream was to meet Ezra Greenaway 

With the encouragement of his family, he published some of his poems, though most addressed to Ruth were kept in private, for he deemed them too intimate to the public eye 

They were later discovered by his descendants and properly published 

He also composed a song for Ruth that he sang to her days before proposing: “My Sweet, Wild Tulip” It represented his deep love for her and that she was his person. 

Every anniversary, he’d decorate their room with a 100 red roses that meant their love had lasted another year. 

He even dedicated a whole greenhouse for her that he named “Darling Ruth’s House of Greens.” 

He also installed all kinds of leaves and trees to the estate 

He has nicknames of meanings of flowers for each of his beloved ones 

He also loves making jewels and made her a necklace of beautiful pearls, amethysts, black onyx, citrine, emeralds, garnet and a red ruby. 

[mutantenfisch]

Today's "let's see what's in the fridge" meal:

Parsnip cream soup and fried potato dumplings

Recipe below

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I used:

4 small chopped parsnips, thoroughly cleaned and with the peel still on

250 ml sour cream

500 ml veggie broth

500 g Kloßmasse

100 g fine bread crumbs

plant-based schmalz

salt, garlic powder, nutmeg, black pepper, tarragon, oregano, rosemary parsley

Hint:

If you can't buy Kloßmasse, which is a staple here in Thuringia, you'll need the starchiest yellowest potatoes you can find. Peel them, boil them, drain them and thoroughly mash them and let them cool down before continuing.

What you do:

Chop the parsnips into small cubes, melt a tablespoon of schmalz in a small pot and add the parsnip. Let them brown on low heat

Meanwhile, mix the Kloßmasse, breadcrumbs, garlic, half a teaspoon of salt and some rosemary in a large bowl and shape ping pong ball sized dumplings with your hands

Time to add the veggie broth to the parsnips, turn heat down to 1/3 if you haven't already, cover with lid and add more schmalz to a frying pan on medium heat. Once the schmalz covers all of the bottom of the pan, quickly place all the dumplings/as many as you can fit in one go and fry them, turning them around after a few minutes so that the sides get equally medium brown and crispy

Turn off the heat for the soup, pour in the sour cream and add nutmeg, pepper and more herbs to taste and take a magic wand to turn the parsnip cubes into a creamy homogenous mass

When the dumplings are thoroughly golden, pour some soup either on deep plates or into large bowls, top with dumplings and enjoy :D

Thoughts I had after finishing the cooking:

Some fried bacon would've been another nice topping too, if you eat bacon. Also, both the dumplings and the soup could be made including finely chopped onion. The dumplings could be filled with butter- or schmalzroasted croutons or a cheese cube. Another nice topping could be peanuts (go well with the sweetness of the parsnip) or chestnuts or even some elderberries.

[victorluvsalice]

Valerian Root, of course! And some more Mandrake, because it was available. If he’s growing plasma fruit for Smiler, he might as well get magical plants for himself! Even if he hasn’t really dabbled in alchemy yet. . .should have him get going on that! But yes, he headed over to the garden island to pick up all the unusual plants there, then proceeded back to HQ to search the bookcases for tomes. Didn’t find any, but he did find a fairy familiar orb! Which is nice, but -- I am going to just have to steal the dragon one in L. Faba’s quarters, aren’t I? I was TRYING to get it legit. . .

Anyway, after that, Victor chatted a bit with Simeon about magic and asked if he could get a new spell -- Simeon obliged by teaching him Delicioso, the food-creation spell! Nice. :) And from there he flew over to the shopping island, haggling with the ghostly Cameron at the Familiars, Wands, and Tomes shop before browsing the wares and realizing there was nothing he wanted there. Meeh. At least he got a cool fossil rock before he went back home! And the experience was apparently good for his taste buds, as he was able to taste and identify all the plants he’d picked up during his travels! (For reference, he has chamomile, fireleaf, morel mushrooms, false morel mushrooms, huckleberries, muckleberries, and elderberries.) I promptly put examples into the greenhouse for him to plant later once I got the planters sorted.

Meanwhile, Smiler felt the need to be social! With an ordinary human, specifically, thanks to their custom want. I had them fly over to where I could see Bjorn Bjergson wandering around, but by the time they got over there, the want had suddenly rerolled to “BECOME a human,” which, not happening. So I had them chat with their friend Sofia Bjergson (also wandering around), before whipping out the guitar and singing a few songs out in the countryside like a traveling bard. XD I mean, it DOES feel very Smilerish.

Alice came home around then -- without a promotion, boo. :( Gonna have to suffer the shitty bed for a little while longer, Victor! She was all about getting her paint on, so I had her go start a large abstract, while Smiler once again attempted to finish their mechanism, and ONCE AGAIN got zapped. I swear, that bench absolutely LOVES frying sims. *grumbles* So it was off to do yoga for Smiler to get their head in order. And to show off their ridiculous yoga outfit, which I kinda love. XD

[bacchettemagichemb]

Wood magic wand Elderberry wood, with aged brass details BacchettemagicheMB.etsy.com

[jembli]

C’erano una volta tre fratelli che viaggiavano lungo una strada tortuosa e solitaria al calar del sole. Dopo qualche tempo, i fratelli giunsero a un fiume troppo profondo per guardarlo e troppo pericoloso per attraversarlo a nuoto. Tuttavia erano versati nelle arti magiche, e così bastò loro agitare le bacchette per far comparire un ponte sopra le acque infide. Ne avevano percorso metà quando si trovarono il passo sbarrato da una figura incappucciata. E la Morte parlò a loro. Era arrabbiata perché tre nuove vittime l’avevano appena imbrogliata: di solito i viaggiatori annegavano nel fiume.

Ma la Morte era astuta. Finse di congratularsi con i tre fratelli per la loro magia e disse che ciascuno di loro meritava un premio per essere stato tanto abile da sfuggirle.

Così il fratello maggiore, che era un uomo bellicoso, chiese una bacchetta più potente di qualunque altra al mondo: una bacchetta che facesse vincere al suo possessore ogni duello, una bacchetta degna di un mago che aveva battuto la Morte! Così la Morte si avvicino a un albero di sambuco sulla riva del fiume, prese un ramo e ne fece una bacchetta, che diede al fratello maggiore.

Il secondo fratello, che era un uomo arrogante, decise che voleva umiliare ancora di più la Morte e chiese il potere di richiamare altri dalla Morte. Così la Morte raccolse un sasso dalla riva del fiume e lo diede al secondo fratello, dicendogli che quel sasso aveva il potere di riportare in vita i morti.

Infine la Morte chiese al terzo fratello, il minore, che cosa desiderava. Il fratello più giovane era il più umile e anche il più saggio dei tre, e non si fidava della Morte. Perciò chiese qualcosa che gli permettesse di andarsene senza essere seguito da lei. E la Morte, con estrema riluttanza, gli consegnò il proprio Mantello dell’Invisibilità.

Poi la Morte si scansò e consentì ai tre fratelli di continuare il loro cammino, e così essi fecero, discutendo con meraviglia dell’avventura che avevano vissuto e ammirando i premi che la Morte aveva loro elargito.

A tempo debito i fratelli si separarono e ognuno andò per la sua strada.

Il primo fratello viaggiò per un’altra settimana o più, e quando ebbe raggiunto un lontano villaggio andò a cercare un altro mago con cui aveva da tempo una disputa. Armato della Bacchetta di Sambuco, non poté mancare di vincere il duello che seguì. Lasciò il nemico a terra, morto, ed entrò in una locanda, dove si vantò a gran voce della potente bacchetta che aveva sottratto alla Morte in persona e di come essa l’aveva reso invincibile. Quella stessa notte, un altro mago si avvicinò furtivo al giaciglio dove dormiva il primo fratello, ubriaco fradicio. Il ladro rubò la bacchetta e per buona misura tagliò la gola al fratello più anziano. E fu così che la Morte chiamo a sé il primo fratello.

Nel frattempo, il secondo fratello era tornato a casa propria, dove viveva solo. Estrasse la pietra che aveva il potere di richiamare in vita i defunti e la girò tra volte nella mano. Con sua gioia e stupore, la figura della fanciulla che aveva sperato di sposare prima della di lei prematura morte gli apparve subito davanti.

Ma era triste e fredda, separata da lui come un velo. Anche se era tornata nel mondo dei mortali, non ne faceva veramente parte e soffriva. Alla fine il secondo fratello, reso folle dal suo disperato desiderio, si tolse la vita per potersi davvero riunire a lei.

E fu così che la Morte chiamò a sé il secondo fratello.

Ma sebbene la Morte avesse cercato il terzo fratello per molti anni, non riuscì mai a trovarlo. Fu solo quando ebbe raggiunto una veneranda età che il fratello più giovane si tolse infine il Mantello dell’Invisibilità e lo regalò a suo figlio. Dopodiché salutò la Morte come una vecchia amica e andò lieto con lei, da pari a pari, congedandosi da questa vita.

[moeruhoshi]

A cute story while I'm sad

Lucy pursed her lips, staring at the brew bubbling away in her cauldron.

"Ugh...I knew synthetic dragon's blood wouldn't work." She groaned, turning away from her concoction. It was a love spell for a friend, though Lucy didn't like making them.

But Juvia was persistent, even bringing in a recipe she borrowed from a sea witch she knew.

Lucy didn't like using other people's work, but she didn't have anything like this in her repertoire.

It focused more on bringing out someone's true thoughts and desires for another. Gray was the perfect candidate.

Lucy rolled her eyes, but couldn't say no. Juvia deserved to hear what he really felt, though Gray also deserved to be kept in his right mind. And the only way to tweak the spell properly would be with dragons blood.

The only problem was, was that the blood was so unbelievably rare. Of course it was, who would ever be lucky enough to get their hands on it? You'd only ever see a dragon if you were stupid, everyone avoided them like the plague. It was a death sentence to even think about getting anywhere near where they lived.

Synthetic dragon's blood was popular, strong enough to replace the real thing if need be. Obviously not in her case.

Lucy chewed on her lip, there was no way she was going to die for a stupid love spell.

It felt cruel to leave Juvia’s situation unhandled, especially when everyone knew he was crazy about her.

And, technically, she knew where a dragon lived.

It was pure coincidence that she came across their home, something that she found while out on a hike looking for elderberries.

There was a poorly constructed sign poking out of the ground, old wood carved into with a shaky hand.

'Dragon territory. Turn back now.'

Lucy didn't think twice, hopping on her broom and getting the heck out of dodge. She wanted to die a normal death, thank you very much.

Lucy mulled it over, wondering if she went in with the right protection, maybe there would be no harm in asking. Or, maybe she'd get lucky and find some blood lying around from a scratch they'd accidentally given themselves.

A magic protection spell...and maybe an anti-squishing spell? So they couldn't stomp her to death. Or chew on her body...or drop her from a thousand feet in the air.

"Juvia really owes me now..." Lucy grumbled, securing the bag on her hip, making sure her wand wouldn't fall out. She walked outside, bracing the sunlight as she whistled for her broom.

She heard it cut through the wind, stopping abruptly below her waist, Lucy turning to seat herself sideways.

"We're booking it if anything goes wrong, don't forget that."

The closer she got, the more she wondered if she should turn around. No one knew what kind of magic a dragon used until they met them, not to say there were many survivors.

While dragons who used magic relating to earthly elements were more well known, there were scarier powers within their grasp.

Blood, darkness, space, crystals...things that not even a powerful witch like herself would know how to properly defend against.

"Juvia really freakin' owes me now."

It wasn't long before she was hovering over the ground, finding the same sign poking out from a bush.

She took in a deep breath before proceeding forward, tightening her grip on the handles.

The woods ahead were incredibly quiet, a distinct lack of birds chirping or animals rustling as they ran by.

There was a distinct smell of hot air and burnt wood coming downwind, Lucy feeling her stomach turn over.

"Just great...a fire dragon..."

They were some of the wildest, most erratic beasts around. Probably the worst out of all the elements she could've come across. Couldn't it have been a nice water dragon? Drowning sounded better than getting burnt to a crisp.

Even chaos dragons kept their distance from fire elements. They just weren't worth the trouble.

Lucy reminded herself that she could go home, there was still ample time to escape with her body intact. But that small glimmer of hope for a successful outcome kept her motivated. She was a good friend, how lovely.

She floated slowly toward the smell, figuring the stronger it was, the closer she was.

[elvisgrace]

139 followers gift, cont'd

Part I here.

EDIT: Looking at my preview pics in Tumblr made me a little unhappy with the quality of the walls/floors, so I gussied them up, replaced them in the zip, reuploaded, and updated the download links.

Hidimart Retail Display! The top picture is a scultpture, the bottom two are fully functional, slotted OFB shelves, brought into existence through the munificence of @hugelunatic's tutorial.

The Golden Meriklime Display. I wasn't able to make @faesims4 elderberry and grape seedlings look good in the game, so the elderberry seedling (above left) has been replaced with an edit of the TS2 hydroponic plant, and the grape seedling (above right) has been replaced with an edit of @sunmoon-starfactory's fantastic Grapes of Rad (credit provided in the item's catalog description).

Visions of Sugarplums Toybox, with My Little Pegasus, My First Wand, and Butterfly Wand. The animations for the toys aren't perfect, but the toybox is functional, and the animations are on point.

The Champignon Toadstool Chair and accessory toadstools. The chair is found in chairs, and the toadstools under Landscaping/Flowers.

In the interest of not having to hunt through every single category for this stuff, a collection file containing E V E R Y T H I N G above has been included - look for the icon above in your collections folder.

That's it! Huge thanks to @faesims4 for their amazingly, breathtakingly beautiful creations, and for allowing me to convert them, @jennifairy2000 for play-testing, and @purepanic for unswerving moral support, and all of you for following! THANK YOU!

SFS/Mediafire

[mattievictoria]

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/.

[joy-haver]

Gift Ideas; For the Woman Who is Already In Everything

More well fitting slippers. Size 12.

A better shovel.

Machetes, no plastic on the handles.

Tractional bows, long arrows.

A hunting rifle, ammunition.

A place to shoot them.

Every medicinal native plant.

A baby.

Chickens.

Every edible native plant.

More handmade pottery that has function.

Religious texts.

Books of anarchy, already broken in. Softcover.

A still.

A spinning wheel.

Wood. Always wood.

Clay.

Tall sturdy baskets.

All the many vinegars.

Booze of any kind.

Shoes, Real shoes, The kind that are supportive, That you can maintain and repair, Size 12.

Wool.

Cordage of every kind of cording plant.

Willow wands.

Fiber spun from strings that pluck the song of the birds and the leaves.

Elderberry, dried.

Button down jean dress.

Pockets added on to many things.

A new corset.

A prayer to finally say how I feel about the sun.

A teacher.

Skirts that are long and flowing and cotton and fit me.

Warm wet pussy.

Sourdough bread.

Homemade cheese.

Stillness.

A mind that flows like water and a pen that writes on its own.

A pen that fits my hands.

Pillowcases, cotton.

Kumbucha, low sugar, ginger or cucumber preferred.

A key to the out building where god has locked away the font of grace.

Forgiveness, from within.

To know the means and the does-not-ends.

A ceramic tea kettle that’s strong and subtle.

Supple breasts.

Deer bones.

Animal hide.

A well fit dress.

A swimming hole to kiss you in.

A song that records itself.

A jam session.

A record player.

Records to put in it.

A new hat,

Or an old one.

A Mardi Gras outfit like those men who walk on horses.

An end to everything that the law calls justice.

Justice, the art of making things right.

Love.

Feeling alive.

Your homemade mosquito repellent.

Help pulling privet.

You to learn to sew.

Me to learn to listen.

Us to learn to stretch the day.

A night to sleep under the stars in Coden.

A trip to the country.

A kite to fly.

Stars, bright, peering out of the darkness.

To build a boat and sail the ocean.

Lao Tzu’s hand to hold.

A hug from Le Guin.

A moment at the grave of my MawMaw.

More kinship from my kin.

Found family to finally be more family than acquaintance.

A visit from all of my online friends.

An antique bed frame of solid wood, with four posts and a canopy to hide in.

Long handled pruners, stronger than bodark.

Something to make me sleepy after dark.

Internal temperance.

A tattoo.

Ideas for them.

The perfect stick for an atlatl.

A perfect stick to walk with, never hewn, beaver cut.

The wisdom of the ages.

An anarchy inside of me that comes to be religion.

The ability to accept it.

The ability to stop talking, and just listen.

A nice wooden box to keep all my seeds in.

Wall shelves.

Tall shelves.

Someone to remind me of the woodworking that has left me.

Earthsea, Le guin. Soft cover.

Le guin. Anything. Soft cover.

Knowing how to tell apart all my oaks.

Discernment of my hickories.

Taxonomies of my pine trees.

A watercolor canvas big enough to make my walls a mural, or tapestry.

The concentration to complete it.

Hand pruners, good enough to pass on to my children.

Better speakers for my tv.

A sermon that says all I want the world to be, but does it succinctly, completely, in fullness of being.

A hand carved paddle by which to steer this pirogue.

For you to grow a pumpkin, an old variety.

Embroidery.

Long thin elegant drop earrings.

A necklace that suits me.

Decor that I can love with all my heart and never fills me with emptiness or plastic or loathing.

Your art, framed and completed.

Help installing shelves.

A mulberry tree (native).

Acres, close by.

A good time sleeping at night.

The bones of old Joe cane.

No longer being afraid of parades.

chaung tzu, translated by brook ziporyn.

Chisels.

Planes.

Good rulers.

A knife to skin with.

A knife to flesh with.

Tea diffuser.

The coolest lamp.

Warm light bulbs.

Rewire my house.

Replace the back spigot.

A hide drum.

Sugar free butter scotch candies, bulk order.

A box set of Septimus Heap, by Angie Sage.

Jewelry I actually want, to put in this box.

A planting of river cane.

A dobro, one worth playing.

A slide that fits my hands.

A new bedroom trash can.

Help finishing my chicken coup.

A cowboy hat, old (size 7.5)

A cowboy hat, new (size 7.5)

100 real loofahs to scrub with.

A case to display every nut native to alabama.

A few good seed nuts for each of them.

A matching linen bed spread.

Streaming service log ins.

Repair for my saws.

Every sharp thing.

Someone to sharpen them.

Hand drills like the old men’s old men used.

A real sword. Long, sharp.

A home that you are willing to defend.

No more domination.

No more destruction of the land.

A love for one another.

Your hand.

In my hands.

You to stay here.

You to not move away again and again.

This to be a place.

That we can survive in.

[potionboy3]

► basics:

Full Name: Carmine Delora Elderberry Birthday: 25th of March 18xx Pronouns: she/her Sexual Orientation: lesbian Hogwarts House: Gryffindor Blood Status: unknown Nationality: English Personality type: ISFJ 

► personality:

Carmine is strong willed and sensitive witch who has trouble controlling her anger after being shut down for so many years. She’s extremely proud and doesn’t take humiliation well. For most of her younger life she was afraid of being like her mother and she grew  much more caring and loving for other people, specially other girls and she fought hard on women rights in wizarding world.

► magical info:

Wand: Pear wood with a unicorn hair core, 12 ¾ and quite flexible flexibility

Patronus: Chestnut Mare

Patronus Memory: The feeling of being free Boggart: Her mother with a potion bottle.

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Incendio

► background:

Place of Birth: unknown

Home: The elderberry manor by the sea, flat in London, sara’s house

Story: Carmine was born to Bedelia Elderberry in the 1800’s but not much is known of her childhood as she herself has forgotten most of it. Carmine never knew her father and Bedelia didn’t keep records of him.

Till age 14, Carmine was controlled by her mother with different potions in order to keep her under control and away from the crowds. The two of them lived in secret since Bedelia had lots of enemies and she feared for Carmine’s involvement in their possible plots.

Carmine got accepted to Hogwarts by an incident that occurred in London when she and her mother were visiting an old friend of hers, where Carmine accidentally lit the her mothers friends cloak on fire. Before that her mother had insisted on her being a squib and as her magic was greatly detained by the potions she used against her daughter. After the incident her mother had no choice but to accept that she was indeed a witch and she was sent to school and sorted into Gryffindor. She started to remember more and begun to make friends in school, having her on click of girls and being the leader of the group. After finding out the truth of what her mother had done to her, she also begun to despite her mother and rival against her.

When she graduated Hogwarts, she left her mother and tried to start a life of her own.

She was alone for 3 years, until an enemy of the Elderberries found her and she had to turn for her mother for help. Together they plotted against the enemy and in the process Carmine married a wizard called Tobias Pierce. Together they battled against the enemy family and came out successful but her mother died saving her. Carmine hated the idea of marriage but found herself loving her husband in a different type of way and the two became close friends until his early death. It was at this point that Carmine got close with her old school friend Sara who took her under her wing and the two ended up being lovers and life companions.

► physical; Faceclaim: Madelaine Petsch Eye Color: brown

Hair Color: red

Height: 167cm

► relatives:

Mother: Bedelia Elderberry

Powerful witch and the raining heir of the Elderberries, a powerful but very secretive wizard family who made enemies through the years. She cares for her daughter great deal and tried to protect her in her own twisted way. In the end she sacrified herself in order to save Carmine and while working together the two had mutual respect for each other, Carmine didn’t ever forgive her for her childhood but still saw her as a role model and the most respectable witch she knew.

 ► relationships;

Allegiances: Gryffindor house, Elderberries, Her own family

Love Interests: Sara Rosier @endlessly-cursed​ 

Carmine had a crush on Sara all through her years in Hogwarts but it was a secret, since she didn’t tell people about her interest in women and never acted on it. It was only years later when they met again that she started to actually act on the feelings after Sara took her in after the death of her husband.  Carmine also grew close with Sara’s children, helping raising them.

Friends:

Her own little click of friends in Hogwarts but after graduating they distanced. Lillian Miller @camillejeaneshphm​ Carmine met Lillian when she started Hogwarts and often found herself sitting next to the other girl who was just also shy. She loved that they could just sit and there was no need to talk or open up about her backstory. 

Enemies:

Unnamed enemy family (to be updated)

► misc;

Hobbies: Arts and music, she’s gifted with playing piano and also paints.

Favourite Subject: History of magic, as she grew not knowing much and is eager to learn more.