Russula emetica (the sickener). When eaten raw, they cause severe stomach aches.
Todd Henry. Die Empty.
During her lifetime, Emily Dickinson was more widely known as a gardener, than as a poet. Her poetry for the most part was privately published and often enclosed in letters pinned together by flowers or in bouquets that made the poem concealed at the flowers’ center and the flowers themselves one message. John Ruskin’s ‘Modern Painters’ deeply influenced Emily Dickinson because she said he was a geologist first and an artist later. So before she wrote poems, she gathered, tended, categorized and pressed flowers. After poetry writing became her main job, cultivating bulbs, plants, and flowers within a portion of her father’s land as in the glass enclosure of a conservatory, built just for her, remained a favorite occupation.
“and I’ll start with you, sidewalk”
who DOESN'T look forward to being possessed by an entity that's existed for centuries?
who ISN’T up for possession 24/7? who WOULDN’T bond w/ the entity? a fool, that’s who
Character Profile
tagged by @theodoragottwald
NAME: Rosliyn Grace Prewett ALIAS: Ros AGE: 23 SPECIES: Worgen GENDER: Cis female ORIENTATION: Lesbian CLASS: Blood Witch BIRTHPLACE: Stormglen Village, Gilneas BIRTHDAY: June 19th SIGN: Gemini MARITAL STATUS: Widowed PROFESSION: Merchant RESIDENCE: Dalaran
{ PHYSICAL FEATURES }
HAIR: Blonde EYES: Grey SKIN: White HEIGHT: 5′1″ WEIGHT: 119 lbs OTHER: Freckles everywhere. Ears are pierced multiple times with cheap studs and small hoops.
{ FAMILY }
SIBLINGS: Annabelle Chamberlain; Sister PARENTS: Nereida Ashdown Prewett; Mother - DECEASED, William Prewett; Father - DECEASED GRANDPARENTS: Lucretia Ashdown; Grandmother (Maternal) - DECEASED, Cormag Foster; Grandfather (Maternal) - DECEASED OTHER RELATIVES: Alronne Raven-Friend, Henrietta Gottwald, Alwynn Morrenwell, Lydia Morrenwell LOVE INTEREST: Theodora Gottwald ANY PETS?: Yes [X] || No [ ]
{ ATTRIBUTES}
BASICS:
- Strength - She’s all bark and absolutely no bite. She’s tiny and she sells trinkets for a living, she really cannot throw a hit to save her life. (1/6)
- Dexterity - Rosliyn is paranoid that everyone and everything is out to get her, especially the Cenarion Circle. She’s on edge, all the time, and sometimes it’s actually beneficial! Not to mention she’s naturally a speedy little bugger thanks to the Worgen curse. (4/6)
- Constitution - Just about anything could bring her out of a fight. She’s scrappy but she can’t hold up for long, she’s never been built to hold out in those sorts of situation. Her real weapons are her words. (2/6)
- Intellect - Her mother was a librarian and her father was a doctor, not to mention for the first few years after the Cataclysm she lived in Stormwind working as an assistant librarian. She is incredibly smart, and she controls every coin that goes in and out of her shop. (6/6)
- Wisdom - She was never very uppity in Gilneas to begin with. Her family had fallen from grace a generation before she was even born, so she had the benefit of education but little else. She’s fairly openminded, surprisingly enough, she can even tolerate goblins, but she cannot and will not ever like night elves. They’re a bunch of purple dicks. (3/6)
- Charisma - Okay, so, Rosliyn is an asshole but she knows how to talk. It’s the one thing she’s good at, coming up with lies to sell customers and manipulating men into giving her things. She’s a brat and she’s rude but she can hold her temper so long as she’s getting something out of it, and while she’s not charismatic she’s very good at faking it. (5/6)
- Comeliness - She’s a bit bony but she’s pretty enough. (3/6)
SKILLS:
- Hedge Witch: Lucretia was good for something. Rosliyn has a fair knowledge of plants and their uses, mostly their identification, their value, and whether or not they can be ingested for drug related purposes. She also has a basic understanding of their medical use, and at the very least she knows how to prevent the spread of infection.
- Nature Magic: Call it druidism and she’ll kick your ass. Most of her magical abilities are...complicated. Most of it involves some sort of sacrifice, be it helping something grow or forcing something to decay. It certainly isn’t something she brings out at parties, and if one more of those Circle bastards tries to drag her under their wing she’ll set Nordrassil on fire.
- Lorekeeper: At least, with Gilnean mythology and lore, anyway. She doesn’t really give a damn about elven mythos or even the other human kingdoms, really. She’s become a self-proclaimed expert on Gilnean folklore in recent months, inhaling anything and everything she can get her hands on. No one’s really sure why she’s started caring now.
- Merchant: Rosliyn is a shopkeeper, for some godforsaken reason, but a good one at that. She knows how to make a profit and she knows how to handle money. She’s a master haggler and she knows how to play customers. She’s also greedy as hell, and will squeeze every last copper out of someone if given the chance.
{ TRAITS }
—— POSITIVE ——
- Intelligent
- Passionate
- Honest
- Freethinking
—— NEGATIVE ——
- Cruel
- Paranoid
- Self-destructive
- Hostile
{ LIKES }
COLORS: Olive green, deep blue, grey, black SMELLS: Rotting plants, seawater, petrichor, winter FOOD: Freshly roasted meat FRUITS: Apples DRINKS: Water ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: Gin
{ DISLIKES }
COLORS: White, purple SMELLS: Burning paper, flowers FOOD: N/A FRUITS: N/A DRINKS: N/A ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: That pisswater those elves drink
{ OTHER DETAILS }
SMOKES? Yes [ X ] || No [ ] DRUGS? Yes [ X ] || No [ ] FLYING LICENSE? Yes [ ] || No [ X ] EVER BEEN ARRESTED? Yes [ ] || No [ X ]
I don’t know, my favorite was always witch weather. That moment that in a gust of wind or in the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different. A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist. I don’t know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment. It calls the magic to your skin. For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important. Witch weather. For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting.
Corfe Castle, Dorset by Tony Armstrong
“ Wrong kind of
Witch.”