#faeries

visardistofelphame:

books

• The Chronicles of the Sidhe
• The works of Fiona Macleod volume IV (free to read)
• The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries 
• The Living World of faery
• Meeting the Other Crowd
• Pagan Portals- Fairy Witchcraft
• The Secret Commonwealth of Elves, Fauns, and Fairies
• World of Faery
• How to See Faeries
• Gods and Fighting Men
• Traces of the Elder Faiths in ireland
• Sir Launfal (translation)
• The Fairy Flute
• Aradia,  Gospel of the Witches

Online Links (articles, blogs, etc)

• Irish Faery Tradition and the Living Land
• Evidence of Religious influence on the Folk and Fairy Tales of Ireland
• Fairy Hills
• Are you a witch, a fairy, or the wife of Michael Clearly?
• Celtic Folklore (free ebooks)
• Sacred-Texts’ section on Celtic folklore
• Poems by Fiona Macloed
• Otherworld Themes in “Aislinge Meic Con Glinne”
• Various Celtic Fairy Tales

2mysticmoons:

Springtime

carasidhe:

Based on some actual experiences

- When a stranger comes to your apartment door on May day morning asking to borrow some butter or milk, don’t lend any…all your luck will go with it. Never give any stranger a light for their cigarette on May day either - giving out fire is giving away your luck as well. 

- When you are walking at night and you hear music, no matter how beautiful, or voices inviting you to join them don’t acknowledge that you can hear them and turn back towards home.

- When you are out walking at night and you hear the sound of horses or hounds or riders find shelter indoors or in your car quickly. The Wild Hunt (we call them Ghost Riders in America) is mercurial and if it’s the Slua Sí passing by they will do you harm if they can.

- Never run from the Fair Folk, if you see Fairy hounds or anything uncanny that frightens you. Running is what prey does and you do not want to be prey. Don’t acknowledge seeing them, if possible, but leave as quickly as you can. 

- If you are being pixy-led, if you have lost your way in familiar territory, turn your socks or coat outside in or laugh and joke about how much fun you are having. this will free you from the enchantment. 

- Never speak ill of the Good Neighbours aloud, nor express disbelief in them. They take insults badly and if they happen to be nearby and hear you they may respond. You will not enjoy their reaction.

I’m not feeling how this one is turning out so I’ll probably try again from scratch.

How it goes sometimes.

Pink roses and Luna Moths - Completed

Color corrected, I ended up not liking how saturated the colors came out. I’ll post the original at a later date.

WIP

pink roses and luna moth

jude hiding from cardan and balekin at their house:

My boyfriend found this landscape print (unfortunately no artist named on it) in the trash at his work so I made it my own ❤️

                    (I. The Faeries live in a world not unlike our own, beside us, below us, always.)

Samantha and I lived in the middle of nowhere. Literally, there was a general store and a hairdresser and a post office and a bar in town, and, like, that was basically it? No fucking clue how the hairdresser kept in business when all her customers were farmers. So, like, there was shit all to do, so we made our own fun, yeah? Between our families we had, like, ten acres of land, and most of it’s crops, but there was a forest bordering our west side, so we went and dicked around in there a lot.

                    (II. When the Faeries look upon this world, there is no stopping their magic.)

So, Samantha was running ahead of me, red hair to the wind. She always was quicker, and with me on my period, it just wasn’t a fair matchup at all. “Hey, wait - wait up! Why do you always have to get so far ahead?”

“You will /not/ believe what I’ve found in here,” Samantha called back, not slowing down even a little. “You’ve just gotta come and see!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sam, just give me a minute!”

                    (III. But there are rules which even the Fae obey.)

I eventually caught up to her, knelt at the base of a tree which looked like it was alive back when the King of England was still the ruler of basically everything. There was a great hollow inside, even big enough for someone like me to fit.

“Go on, go inside,” Samantha said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Why the fuck do I want to crawl inside some moldy old tree?”

“Just do it!”

“Ugh, okay, fine,” I got to my knees, crawled inside. The air smelt rancid, and I’m pretty sure I felt a spider crawling on my arm. Sam tossed a torch in after me, and I flicked it on.

                    (IV. Desperate men, for instance, may beseech the Faeries with a gift of blood.)

There were patterns drawn on the inside of the tree. I shone the light up the hollow trunk - they went up, and up, and up, further than I could have reached even if I was able to stand up properly.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“You’re telling me,” Sam replied.

“And you’re sure your skinny arse didn’t scrawl these in yourself?”

“I am /way/ too short to do that.” And she was right, as much as I wanted to pin this on her. “So, like -”

                    (V. But to attract the attention of the Fae, for most, is tantamount to death.)

She must have said something, but her words, suddenly, sounded like they were underwater. Distantly, I heard the strings of an orchestra.

“-lieve me if I’d told you,” Samantha fades back in, after a moment. I lean against the back of the trunk, bringing a hand up to run through my hair.

“Shut up a second,” I say, sounding so unsettled that Sam actually does. “Didn’t you hear that?”

“Hear what? You’re crazy, Jen. There’s nothing–”

She faded out again, and this time my sight clouded, too. “Sam? Sam!” I cried out, trying to feel the entrance and pull myself out. There was something in the wood, or something, like – like maybe a mushroom had sent out spores and it was making me crazy? That sounded right. I had to get out of there.

I found the lip of the trunk, and tugged myself out, tumbling to the ground. The strings in the background were getting clearer, louder. A hallucination? It had to be. It didn’t sound like any of the symphonies my mother liked to put on while she was doing her work. There was just something wrong to them, like someone had heard violin music and tried to mimic it without truly understanding what a violin was, or how music worked at all.

Noise. That’s the word. It was all just noise. Pretty noise, but not music at all.

“Sam,” I said, my voice trembling more than I’d like, “I’m really freaking out here, and I just - I need some help, like, please, I’m not fucking kidding here.”

At first I thought my vision wasn’t getting better at all, but I realised that it was resolving - I was just looking into a bright-arse light. There were greens and browns, blurry hints of the forest, and no sign of Samantha at all.

“Hello, Jenny,” said the light, scratchy-voiced and lilting. “We have heard your plea. We are listening.”

                    (VI. Be clear, be concise, and pray to your Gods when they cannot hear you.)                        

faeries scamper among us in the autumn time, and being on their bad side is never a good thing. this ritual is for those desiring a good rapport with their local faeries— perhaps they’ll return the favor by sparing you from their mischief, or sprinkle some good luck and blessings along your path.

☾ a packet of wildflower seeds

☾ a handful of acorn tops or walnut shells

☾ a small amount of wine

☾ a handful of fresh berries

find a secluded natural area, and look for a small flat clearing on the ground to place your materials.

on the ground, arrange the acorn tops/walnut shells into a circle, pouring a dash of wine in each. place the berries in this circle, making a perfect faerie feast. as you do this, whisper, “faeries of the earth, i offer you this food and drink in an act of friendship.”

lastly, sprinkle the wildflower seeds in a large circle on the outer perimeter of the feast. faeries will be receptive to someone seeking to help life flourish in their woods and meadows. as you do this, whisper, “faeries of the earth, i plant these flowers to honor you and nourish your home.”

leave these offerings and return home, as the fae might be bashful and are waiting for solitude to enjoy their feast.

Keeping guard.

[ID: A digital painting of a black dog with glowing white eyes, standing in profile, with its head turned to look at the viewer. The dog is standing in an old cemetery, with cracked and eroded tombstones all around it. Billowing clouds of pale green fog surround the dog and tombstones, and small green lights float around them, illuminating the scene.]

a chance encounter

[ID: A digital painting of a deer in a forest. Small purple, blue, pink, and white wildflowers are in the grass, and ivy and lichen creep up the tree trunks. The deer is in profile, turning to look at the viewer; a large white and gold halo sits between his antlers, which casts light all around him. There are mushrooms growing on his antlers, and flowers and leaves sprout from his fur. One eye has a glowing white pupil.]

THE MOON: XVIII

[ID: A digital painting of The Moon tarot card. In a clearing of birch trees, a woman stands in a fairy ring of small white mushrooms, and the ground is littered with fallen leaves. Her long hair partially obscures her face, but one glowing white eye is visible. The moon in the sky sits behind her head as a halo, and an owl swoops overhead. Sprigs of forget-me-nots are placed in the lower left and upper right corner of the card.]

Merrow

[ID: Art of a mermaid sitting on a rock, watching the sunset. Her skin is brown, and her hair is dark and curly, hanging in ringlets. She wears an elaborate pearl headpiece. The sky and water are pink and orange, and gulls fly in the distance.]

Dr. Marten girls

An aesthetic arachnid.

I’m officially a cool soft aesthetic girl who takes pictures in a playground.