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A rare photo of a male and female acorn taking care of their four little acornlets
Acorn Charms
So I took my own idea and tried out an acorn charm! I’m an empath, so I made this one to help me stay grounded when surrounded by people!!
Ingredients:
(1) acorn, any size - associated with success, luck, and wishes.
(1) drill with a small bit.
(1) Xacto knife.
Assorted gem chips and herbs associated with your intent - I used amethyst, tiger’s eye, quartz, citrine, and carnelian for gems; marjoram, mint leaf, and lemon grass for herb.
Glue.
Prep: Gently remove the cap from the acorn. Using a drill or knife, carefully hollow out the center of the acorn, aka the nut. Use an xacto knife or similar to scoop out the rest of the nut (as a discord friend informed me, this part of the acorn is soft and will rot over time, so make sure you get all of it!!!).
Stuff your now hollow acorn with your herb and gem chips while focusing on your intent. Allow the energy to flow for as long as you feel necessary. Apply your glue to the inside of the acorn’s cap and press it gently back onto the top. Imagine it “sealing” your intent inside. Leave the glue to dry.
Casting: Once dry, charge or activate the charm as you normally would. Done!
I’m excited to try out these charms this fall!!! In theory, they should be easy to make, concealable in travel alters, bags, pockets, or worn as jewelry, and safe to dispose of if you like to bury your charms in nature.
Feel free to use and let me know if they work out for you!!
Reblog these acorns to remind others that inside themselves lies the might and the power for growth. We can help each other!
Acorns by the kitchen window.
The villagers were terrified of the forest,
And all that lied within.
This fear was only ever chorused,
Over a little too much gin.
One,
Trees who told the oldest tales,
Who had driven many mad without fail.
Two,
Water, radiating oh, so bright,
Making cinders of any onlooker’s eyes.
Three,
Grass, soft to the touch,
How it’d lead to your eternal slumber,
And turn you into dust.
Four,
Pine-needled path,
Inhale it,
Which…way was…out…of the forest?
Five,
Acorns, white as a cloud in a crystal sky,
Boiled and leached.
Treats, seemingly sweet,
Before they have you buckling at your feet.
The forest welcomed the local village,
And all whom lied within.
As they say,
There is some truth to every story,
Much to the human-craving forest’s chagrin.
- (d.n.k)
Do you like to decorate for
Fall 🍁 or
Halloween 🎃
Bonus
Day 1 and 2: Acorns and Handheld
Thank you so much to @aaytaro-gt for giving the prompts for g/t inktober! Not sure how committed I’m gonna be this month, but I’ll sure as hell try my best lol
Another thank you to my beta Soldier Blade, you are a freaking lifesaver when it comes to editing <3.
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Acorns
“Whatcha doing?” Ostreatus turned to the human lounging on the couch, a book cast off the side of the cushion. She watched him intently as he carved, curiosity burning in her expression. He raised a brow, setting down the acorn and blade.
“Carving” He said, looking down at his current project. Sylvia sat up and her eyes flicking to the small basket of acorns that he’d been working on. After a few months of watching him come and go, it still surprised her when the borrower would bring something strange back to work on. This week, it was acorn carving. Specifically, hollowing out the inside of an acorn.
“How come though? Do you use it as some sort of tiny basket or something?” Ostreatus stared at her, before snorting out a laugh. It was a rare occurrence, but it brought a smile to her face nonetheless. He walked to the edge of the table, the in-progress acorn in hand. Sylvia turned to face him fully, curiosity shining in her eyes.
“Unfortunately, the bottom is too curved to really work as a container, though I do like where your heads at,” He began, tapping the hollowed seed in thought before shaking his head. “No, these are for the colony. From what I recall about you humans, you have a celebration known as “Halloweens” or something, but we celebrate our own version of that!” He said, his body language becoming more and more animated as he spoke. “It's called “Helios Falls”, and descends from when our ancestors would celebrate the nightfall tonight.” He said, a smile creeping onto his face.
Sylvia hummed in thought, listening to the rambles of him as he spoke. Normally, he would be reserved, only coming to shelter when he would be injured or lonely. At least, she thought so. This sudden excitement was strange, but she found herself enjoying it more and more as he continued. “The acorns are for carving faces, similar to the pumpkins you use, for masks or decorations. The kids love it and it's one of my favorite parts of the celebration” He said, and Sylvia's smile only widened in response.
Ostreatus noticed this, and quickly quieted down, a blush darkening his copper skin. Slowly, he sat back down, continuing to carve the acorn. Though she was disappointed that he was no longer openly rambling, she understood his discomfort from being watched. Slowly, she turned back to the book she was reading prior, letting him finish his work in peace. The hours flew by as she became lost in the narrative.
It was only as the sunset streamed through the windows that she noticed him in his traveling gear, strapping the large skullcap mushroom to his messy black curls. The basket of acorns sat beside him, each seed hollowed out fully. Ostreatus turned to her, a small grin on his face.
“Leaving so soon?” Sylvia joked, a teasing smile on her face. He huffed, though the smile on his face showed his lack of anger. He grabbed one of the acorns from the basket, cradling it as if it were a porcelain figure. Slowly, he stepped forward, his cheeks slowly turning a deeper shade of pink. Sylvia became puzzled at the display, but walked over to the table nonetheless. Gingerly, Ostreatus presented the carved acorn, and she quietly gasped.
“Please be careful with it, I-I worked hard on it” He said quietly, his gaze fixated on the ground below. She could only nod in response, her voice escaping her as she studied the seed. It was the acorn from earlier. Her initials were front and center, yet she noticed a variety of flowers and bugs carved near them, all made with care. She slowly took the acorn from his grasp, noticing the little hole at the top so she could wear it. Never in her life had someone gone this far out of their way to make something this special. Carefully, she maneuvered the acorn from her hands onto the table before facing him again.
“You… you made this for me?” She whispered, her voice filled with awe and warmth. Ostreatus nodded, looking up through the mushroom hat he wore. She was touched and without thinking she scooped him into her hands and hugged him, yet the embrace was loving and warm, like a friend hugging you for the first time in years.
He froze, his heart spiking at the surprise onslaught of warmth permeating from her hands and chest. It was slightly overwhelming, yet he found himself relaxing into the touch that he rarely received. Unfortunately Sylvia noticed her mistake and tried to pull him away, but was met with the sight of him curled around her thumb, hugging it close. She smiled softly at him, with his strange mushroom hat covering his head and the leafy-green cloak that obscured most of his body, all messy from the odd position, but it warmed her heart at the open display of comfort.
Slowly, he uncurled, and just sat on her palm, a sheepish yet happy smile on his face. Sylvia set him down on the table, and he scurried off her hand onto the flat surface. Ostreatus righted himself, straightening his hat and cloak in an attempt of looking somewhat put-together, and she could only chuckle at the display.
“Well, I best be off at the colony before nightfall, I’ll see you again soon,” He said, walking to the open windowsill, stopping right at the edge of it before turning back to her. “Thank you, by the way, for listening… and the hug. It.. it means a lot.” He finished, a blush creeping onto his face as he turned back to the window. Sylvia didn’t get the chance to say anything else as he quickly attached his hook to the edge and leaping off like some kind of bird.
As the sun set in the distance, she once again noticed the small acorn sitting on her desk, and the smile grew on her face once more. If Sylvia started wearing a new acorn pendant shortly after, who could blame her?
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That’s all for now, have a great day/night ya’ll :]
Visual literacy finals from last semester
Personally I think I’ve made them a bit too cluttered, but it worked with the theme I went with and I still think they’re neat.
Inktober 2017 : Day 10 - ink and water
The first ink and water picture of the challenge! Sweetpea is planting out acorns from his tree to help its children grow.
In years when he grows catkins under his ear frills, Sweetpea can sometimes end up with acorns there too! They get pretty uncomfortable at full size, but he’s too proud of them to care. He’ll spend the whole of Autumn showing them off to anyone who will look and admiring them in puddles, then plant them out with great care.