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Fairy rings or (fairy circle)

the fairy ring or also called fairy circle This is what mushroom vegetation circles are called it can be from Amanita muscaria or any other type of fungus. and it is called a ring or fairy circle because there is where fairies usually gather to dance and celebrate. it is said that fairies can dance "until they drop" and if a human being were to enter said circle. They can make him dance and dance until he dies. Also when you enter you could be trapped in their world and you could not return. So before entering you must take these things into account and be sure before entering. That said, if you are sure to enter, you can put offerings that are to your liking as long as they are natural things such as: stones, flowers and honey. or even milk and bread. this out of respect, to be able to go out and not to offend them.

if there is no peace at a table there is no appetite and if there is no appetite there is no unit.

ZHEANI - LIE AND LOOK🐸🍄✨

Rules for the Woods

Always carry something for trade, something for protection and something for offering.

John J. Johnson

Wanted For

Burglary

Stealing a horse

Murder

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Never give a fae your name, and remember: John is the biggest bone-head.

yesterday for April Fool’s my workplace had a short training article on recognizing computer-generated faces from real ones and one of the tricks mentioned was “count the teeth” and I just wanted to say that it’s both ironic and kind of horrifying how society has unwittingly cycled right back to IF YE MEET A MAN ON THE ROAD, COUNT HIS FINGERS LEST YE DEAL UNKNOWING WITH A FAE 

Fern Seeds in Celtic Folk-Magic

“We have the receipt of fern seed: we walk invisible”

(Shakespeare, Henry IV Part I, Act 2, scene 1)

In Celtic magical and folkloric traditions (among others,) one piece of botanical magic was so widely known that it made casual appearances works like Shakespeare’s Henry IV: the mystical properties of the fabled Fern Seed. Ferns themselves are attributed with a vast array of magical and medicinal capabilities throughout different cultures, such as healing, protection, fertility, and weather magic, but they are, in particular, associated with Faeries and the Faery Realm. However, within the context of Brythonic, Gaelic, and Breton folklore (along with various other cultures across Europe,) there are magical practices specifically associated with Fern Seeds. As put by Thomas Jackson in A Treatise Concerning the Original of Unbelief, 1625:

“It was my happe since I undertook the Ministrie to question an ignorant soule… what he saw or heard when he watch’t the falling of the Ferne-seed at an unseasonable and suspitious houre. Why (quoth he) … doe you think that the devil hath ought to do with that good seed? No: it is in the keeping of the King of Fayries and he, I know, will do me no harm: yet he had utterly forgotten this King’s name until I remembered it unto him out of my reading of Huon of Bordeaux.” (i.e. Alberich/Oberon)

The magical qualities of Fern Seed are recalled even into the modern era, with mainstream representations of the practice recounted as recently as Madison Julius Cawein’s 19th century poem, The Spell:

“St John hath told me what to do

To search and find the ferns that grow

The fern seed that the faeries know;

Then sprinkle fern seed in my shoe,

And haunt the steps of you, my dear,

And haunt the steps of you.”

In other traditions, the seed was said to be capable of disclosing the location of lost things and secreted treasure. This particular belief gave rise to a custom known as “Watching the Fern,” which involved observing ferns (particularly those known as moonworts) on Midsummer Eve in hopes that, if lucky, one would witness the blooming of a rare blue flower that shed seeds which, if properly collected, conferred the collector with the ability to discover lost items and hidden treasures. It was also thought that drinking the sap of these “Blossomed” ferns on Midsummer Eve granted extended longevity or perpetual youth. Elsewhere, they have been used to bring luck, converse with animals, and protect against harmful magic, however, Fern Seeds are probably best known for their purported ability to empart invisibility upon those who obtain them. During the Middle Ages especially, it was widely believed that if one could successfully collect Fern Seeds in the proper manner, they would gain the gift of moving unseen through the world.

The most prominent tradition surrounding the collection and employment of Fern Seeds states that they are shed from their fronds on Midsummer’s Eve at midnight (also venerated as the Eve of the Feast of St. John the Baptist.) It was thought that one could harvest the cryptic fern seeds by stacking twelve pewter plates beneath a fern frond. At midnight, a brilliant blue blossom opened, producing a single golden seed. The seed would then pass through eleven of the pewter plates and come to rest on the twelfth. Aside from this, various other requirements for successful harvesting of the Fern Seed have been observed, such as the need for the seeker to go collecting bare-footed, and in a spiritual state of mind. However, even adhering to any and all of these conditions, the seeker still often found their Fern Seeds stolen by wandering Faeries, who also relied on the magics of the Midsummer Seed. Other myths stated that the flower was bright crimson, and would light up the darkness when it unfurled its petals at midnight. At this point, if the seed wasn’t harvested immediately, the Devil was said to claim the flower for himself.

As attested to by Richard Bovet in his 1684 treatise on demonology, Pandaemonium:

“Much discourse about the gathering of Fern-seed (which is looked upon as a Magical herb) on the night of Midsummer’s Eve, and I remember I was told of one that went to gather it, and the Spirits whistlit by his ears like bullets and sometimes struck his Hat or other parts of his Body. In fine: though that he had gotten a quantity of it, and secured it in papers and a Box besides, when he came home he found it all empty. But probably this appointing of times and hours is the Devil’s institution.”

In many regions, great precautions were taken to protect would-be-collectors with charms and spellcraft as well. An account by English author, Samuel Bamford, describes incanting and rituals meant to accompany all attempts made to gather the Fern Seed, as well as the grim consequences that could befall any seeker who blundered in their supplications, or was judged as unworthy by the Resident Wights. The fern was said to be located in a Faery Clough (Narrow Valley,) and the collectors traveled there armed with multiple items, including a pewter platter, an earthenware dish, and a skull lined with clay and moss, adorned with a tress of the hair of a loved one. Numerous orisons were recited whilst the seed was gently scraped onto the plates through use of a Hazel Rod.

Now, it is worth noting that, while societies of antiquity believed that all plants must reproduce by seeds, Fern’s are actually one of a few extant plant spieces that reproduces through the process of sporulation. This misunderstanding led many people to believe that fern seeds were merely invisible, since the plants still managed to reproduce despite having no visible means of reproduction that lined up with the contemporary botany of the time. However, given that many varieties of fern do produce spores visible to the naked eye, despite their diminutive nature, many people did claim to have seen the elusive “seeds” at one time or another. All of this lent itself then to the belief that, if a person obtained one of these invisible seeds, they too could become invisible. That said, the practice lives on to this day, with those who partake in the tradition of “Watching the Fern,” observing to see if any of these spore should form at midnight on midsummer Eve—bringing with them the magic of the Faeries.

Fairy Girl

This sassy fae is a fairy from the oneshot Vandolins Vengeance and she was a blast play and DM.

Collection of my fairy sketches.

Mushroom fairy art sketches all together.

Ms. Tengeomeria the fairy type nuclear wizard. she owns eldritch nightmare plants, also a flower shop. so that's cool.

Madame Jeirusalah, The Accursed Dark Fae who is known as the best tailor and seamstress in the kingdom. this sassy lady took a bit cause i forgot how to draw flowers.

The Winter Court

the winter court was not a kind place for those who were unwary, and only barely tolerable for those who were cautious. the court of winter was a blizzard on the coldest night, a dark eclipse on the longest day, but it drew children to it all the same. far less than the courts of spring and summer, where sunshine warmed the fae realms and softened the sharp edges of their immortal inhabitants, but there were still a few.

for cold was more than darkness, terror, death. winter was more than a season of ice. winter was the first breath of frost on the window, a flurry of flakes on the wind, silver moonlight reflecting off frozen lakes. it was unkind, but there was sanctuary for those who look, who need.

the children who the winter court drew were not bright-eyed, smiling children who enjoyed a summer-soaked childhood. not those who were safe to explore their small patch of world with brimming curiosity, secure in the knowledge there was a home and warmth waiting. those who still held their innocence were drawn to the softer, kinder fae of the spring and summer courts.

the winter court was a place for the children who grew up too fast. who knew warmth only as a distant memory, kindness as an alien thought. they who struggled and clawed out their place in the world, with spitting defiance and a burning hunger for more than an endless existence on the edge of life, who felt safer cloaked in shadows and ice than golden sunlight.

for the children forgotten, there was sharp-edged sanctuary in the winter court. a cold peace, a dark safety, if they wanted it.

(and oh, they wanted. they wanted so much that had never been given.)

in winter, you could see them. the strangest kids, with eyes pale as ice and hair the colour of silver moonlight. they were changeling fae, winter spirits, who had names as many as the wind. when they spoke, it was the language of fae that spilled out cold and sweet, for the mortal world had never been kind to them. they had shed their mortality long ago, for colder and better things.

in this, at least, they belonged.

Family Portrait

Been doing some fantasy OC designs for some NSFW art and I recently discovered how to use CSP models which is really gonna save my ass in terms of anatomy. So satisfying not searching through Pinterest until the end of time to find the right pose for drawings.

I'm going to be posting censored versions of what I've been working on very soon so stay tuned ];)