autumn in may

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The complete Icelandic staves / Ásatrú symbol series.
(Artwork 2015)

Reupload of one of my most popular posts.

Each artwork is representing an element. They are presented here in the following order : fire, earth, metal, water, wood and air. The symbols are accompanied by stanzas of the Hávamál or Völuspá, written in runes.

Disclaimer for purists : admittedly for aesthetic effect only, as these runes are Elder Futhark and thus predates the viking era by a few centuries. (Let’s not even go into the subject of Icelandic staves which are even a lot younger than that). The transcription is also a wild approximation, again accuracy wasn’t a concern during the creative process.

The stanzas :

1) Fire : Helm of Terror

Cattle die and kinsmen die,
thyself too soon must die,
but one thing never, I ween, will die
fair fame of one who has earned.

2) Earth : Vegvísir

Happy is he who hath in himself
praise and wisdom in life;
for oft doth a man ill counsel get
when ‘tis born in another’s breast

3) Metal : Hólastafur

Hard is it in the world,
great whoredom,
an axe age, a sword age,
shields shall be cloven,
a wind age, a wolf age,
ere the world sinks.

4) Water : Veiðistafur

He welcomes the night who has enough provisions
Short are the sails of a ship,
Dangerous the dark in autumn,
The wind may veer within five days,
And many times in a month.

5) Wood : Varnarstafur Valdemars

An ash I know, Yggdrasil its name,
With water white is the great tree wet;
Thence come the dews that fall in the dales,
Green by Urth’s well does it ever grow.

6) Air : Valknut

Thought and Memory each morning fly
Over the vast earth:
Thought, I fear, may fail to return,
But I fear more for Memory.

An orange rind, cinnamon, and clove simmer pot. Keeping it on all day infuses the house with the smell of the autumn coming, and may just ease the stress and tensions that are disrupting home life at the moment.

The beauty of kitchen witchcraft is that long, complex ceremonies, while sometimes nice, are unnecessary. Throw some nice smelling ingredients in a pot, add your magic, and you’re good to go.

Feathers, Part 4

Hello again, lovelies!! I bring you part four of Feathers. As always, many, many thanks to @charminglyantiquated for creating @elsewhereuniversity and letting everyone play. :D Part 1 Part 2 Part 3   Oh! I’ve also started cross posting this to AO3. you can find it here.

Enjoy!!!

Previously:

Slowly, slowly, he steps aside. You wave your group though the doors, nod as he makes the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture (you’d expect nothing less), and step through.

Part 4:

You spend four days in the library. Well. You spend four days-worth of hours in the library, only seven or so of which really pass. The books you sought were deep, deep in the library indeed.

It’s Not-Jenna who finds the treatise, though you think she might not have done it on purpose. She was trailing her hands along the spines of the books you’d all already looked at, and knocked the last in the row off the table. She’d bent to retrieve it, and found herself at eye level with the tome.

(It really is a good thing you’re so deep- the squawk she’d let out would have been enough to have you evicted, had a librarian heard it.)

As it is, it took Not-Jenna finding it, and Cat-Eyes to navigate the spell work keeping it on the shelf. You ended up having to pluck it out while Thirteen used a rolled up magazine to beat back the grasping tendrils that kept reaching for it until Not-Jenna and Cat-Eyes could find a different book of the same size to give to them.

You were all quite glad to retreat to the library’s cafe, after that.

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Let the Seasons Past || Soulmate!Junhui || Oneshot

Originally posted by gyuwoo


GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, childhood friends?, growing up and all its glory

WORDS: 1798

BLURB: We met in summer, loved in spring. Hurt in winter, so may autumn bring…

A/N: Wrote this in one seating and mildly inspired by my own experiences lol can you feel the /awkward/


You knew it was him from the moment you met.

It was the summer when you were both fifteen; shy and awkward, still growing out of your preteen years and into your teenage ones. He said hello and smiled, so bright and beautiful that your heart skipped and your stomach flipped. He wasn’t the first boy you had met but he was the first one to have such an effect on you and the only one who stuck around even when you turned him away.

“My name’s Junhui,” he introduced himself, voice deep and clear, sending something plunging, plunging into your stomach. It sat there, that unknown feeling, until it swirled into a mini whirlpool and turned you into a blushing mess. You didn’t seem to know what to do with your hands so you stuck them to your side.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered a little nervously but smiling so widely your cheeks ached. He was so beautiful with his dark hair and almond eyes and you were failing hard at being nonchalant. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was… The way he looked at you, really looked at you, asking questions and making you feel important and interesting in a way no other had cared to do before.

You two spoke less than ten sentences to each other that first time but it was a conversation that would last a lifetime. How easily it would all have slipped away if neither of you had taken the chance to say hello, and every day you were glad you did.

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F A N T A S Y . Z O D I A C
taurus; the centaur // 20 apr - 20 may

“Centaurs are half-human, half-horse creatures in Greek mythology. They are intelligent and proud creatures, and have been know to help as much as harm humans. They are liminal beings, caught between the two natures, the embodiment of untamed nature, and the wise teacher.”

“Taurus is all about strength, stamina and will. Stubborn by nature, the Taurus will stand their ground to the bitter end. Taurians are very patient, practical and efficient, they are excellent in matters of business and are also wonderful instructors and teachers.”

[ aesthetic ] catchingoceans [ quote ] cherry ghost [ zodiac ] here

Masterlist

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💐💖SHE💖💐

She
May be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh she

Little bit to tide us over until I can get back to writing proper.


Agatha and Kate sat at the kitchen table; behind them Greeta happily peeled potatoes into a bucket of water. Greeta had been born to a once-wealthy family, but a family who hadn’t lost so much of their status that she had ever had to work in the kitchen; most of her hours were spent on needlepoint and learning to play the harp. When the dragon had saved her and brought her to this inn, Kate and Agatha had been kind, but had eventually insisted that purposeful work was one way to mend her unhappiness.

She hadn’t quite believed them, especially not when her hands had become red raw with scrubbing floors, and her back and legs had ached from weeding and harvesting in the kitchen garden. But Kate and Agatha were good companions, shirking none of their share of the work. And Agatha was a fount of stories that made Kate laugh and Greeta blush. Greeta slept soundly at night, not just because she was tired, but because she knew that she was safe here, and among friends.

So she happily peeled potatoes now; she’d put them on to boil and later Agatha would mash them and put them over meat and gravy in a pie that was sure to make their customers happy. Agatha and Kate were chopping carrots and turnips at the table. At least, Kate was chopping and Agatha was opening a little red vial that Phillip had just given her. She extracted a narrow roll of paper, and flattened it out on the table top.

As soon as it was flat, there was a flash of purple, and the little piece of paper expanded until it was about the size of two hands. This show of magic had stopped surprising them now, but the first time it had happened Greeta had shrieked and Agatha had sworn so loudly Phillip had come dashing in to see what the problem was.

Regina’s handwriting was small and fine and filled the page. Agatha settled her spectacles on her nose and started to read:

Today we’re in the garden again - I don’t think M is ready to leave me on my own just yet. I am fully recovered, I assure you. But she seems to think that I need watching and rest. She still expects afternoon tea though, so perhaps she does not think me quite as invalid as I fear! She has me reading even more books. Which, surprisingly, I am enjoying. The world is so much bigger than I imagined, Granny, and there are so very many strange things in it. And not just this world. It turns out there are realms upon realms out there, where we can’t see them, and it makes my head spin to think of it sometimes. My control over my power is growing, and you would be very proud of my dusting. Everything gleams now, and I think she appreciates it. I’ve caught her preening in the silver shields several times, though she denies it! But I do not know when I will be ready. She says it took her a hundred years to grow confident in her power. I think she may be exaggerating. She does not look a day over 80. (When I told her that, she laughed, then called me something I am quite sure is a rude word, but she won’t tell me what it means!) So, I do not know when I will see you all again. But I will return as soon as I am strong enough. I will write again tomorrow, R.

Agatha sighed when she’d finished reading Regina’s letter.

“She sounds well,” Kate said with a level of forced cheerfulness. “And she and the dragon seem to be getting along much better now.” Agatha always seemed a little sad after she read one of Regina’s letters, and it hurt Kate to see her friend in pain.

“Hmmm,” was all Agatha said. She turned the paper over and smoothed it, took a pencil from her pocket, licked the lead and started to write carefully:

Good you are on the mend. We are all well here. The potatoes have come in nicely. P bagged a stag in the freewood. So it’s been venison all round. And mash and gravy. I hope M is getting her own tea! If she’s lived 100 years, she can surely boil an egg! No news of C. K goes up to the house to talk to the cooks. But still nothing. K and G send their love. P would too I’m sure, but he’s with the birds.

She stopped writing for a while and stared moodily out of the window. Then she sighed and started writing again.

It is a big world, child. But not so big that you cannot find your way home. Stay warm, and don’t overheat your mind again. Tell that M if she works you too hard, she and I will have words. - G

When she finished writing her letter, Agatha began to roll up the paper. The magic flared again, and she kept rolling until the page was tiny enough to fit back into the red vial. She’d give it to Phillip later, and he’d attach it to Regina’s pigeon and send it back to her.


Regina was in the kitchen gardens. The seeds she’d planted when she first came to the dragon’s lair had sprouted, and the tidy rows were filling up nicely with all manner of vegetables. Maleficent was good at providing food for the larder, but Regina was very pleased to be able to provide for some part of their stores herself.

She was feeding the chickens when the pigeon from Phillip came fluttering in. She stopped to feed the bird and make sure it had enough water to drink. She almost did not hear the dragon approach until she was already at her shoulder.

“What is that?” Maleficent asked. She was in human form, for which Regina was grateful. The chickens stopped laying for days on end when they saw Maleficent in dragon form.

“It’s my letter from Granny,” Regina said as she pulled the piece of paper from the red vial. She shook out the roll, and it expanded with a flare of purple.

“Oh, that’s clever,” Malefient said softly, and Regina beamed.

“There wasn’t enough room on the little bits of paper Phillip gave me for a proper letter,” Regina said. “So I improvised.”

“Are these your birds?” Maleficent asked, peering into the coop.

“Yes,” Regina said, a little distractedly because she was in the middle of reading Granny’s letter. “That’s how Granny and I send messages to each other.”

“Hmm. I’ve noticed these creatures flying around the lair. It’s a good thing I don’t think birds are worth the effort - all you get is a mouthful of feathers and not much meat for-“

“Maleficent! You cannot eat these pigeons!”

“I just said that they weren’t the effort!”

“Honestly, sometimes you make me so- What are you doing here anyway? You don’t like the kitchen gardens.”

“You were gone a while,” Maleficent said, then added hastily, “And I want my tea.”

“I’m not practicing magic on my own,” Regina said, a little snappishly. “You don’t have to spy on me!”

“I’m not!” Maleficent protested. “I just wondered where you’d got to.”

“Well,” Regina said, mollified by the faintly bashful look on Maleficent’s face. “You’ve found me. Come along. I’ll put the kettle on.” She looked thoughtfully at the dragon. “Do you know how to boil an egg?”

“Why?” Maleficent asked suspiciously.

“Oh no reason,” Regina grinned. “But it’d be good to know you won’t starve if I’m ever not around.”

“I’m a dragon,” Maleficent pointed out, sounding a little confused. “I don’t need to boil an egg. I can hunt.”


Kate came hurrying into the kitchen; Greeta was out in the garden, so Agatha was alone, stirring something in the pot.

“What’s the matter, Kate?” Agatha demanded, seeing Kate’s agitated face.

“The cooks - they’ve been told to start preparing a feast. Enough food for a company of soldiers.”

“Are we to expect an invasion?”

“No,” Kate shook her head urgently. “All the men Cora took with her are coming back.”

“Cora’s coming home,” Granny spat, making every word a curse.

“Should we tell Regina?” Kate asked. “I can get a pigeon.”

“No. No, let’s wait to be sure. No reason to bother the girl if it’s just a false alarm. Or a bit of exaggerated gossip.”

Frozen Szarlotka (Apple Pie) from the Poland Booth available during the Epcot International Food & Wine Festival.

Autumn angels ✨ (because I refuse to believe that those two are supposed to be monsters)

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Autumn Leaf Magick

Using the beauty leaves of fall for magick is fun and easy. Going outside and gathering a few leaves off the ground is quick, it’s free and it doesn’t harm the trees! It’s perfect for any autumn magick or spells you may have.

Tree Correspondences:

  • Almond: clairvoyance, divination, moon magick, wisdom
  • Apple: healing, love, romance, fertility, lust, youth, prosperity
  • Ash: protection
  • Apricot: love
  • Aspen: protection
  • Birch: new starts and beginnings, protection, purity and purification, fertility
  • Cypress: protection, past life work
  • Elder: prosperity, protection, healing
  • Elm: protection
  • Eucalyptus: healing
  • Fig: sensuality, fertility, healing
  • Fir: immortality
  • Grape: joy
  • Hawthorn: protection, love, cleansing, Fae (faeries)
  • Hazel: wisdom, strength, divination, protection
  • Maple: divination, love
  • Mulberry: wisdom, willpower, divination, knowledge
  • Oak: healing, money and finances, longevity, strength
  • Peach: divination
  • Rowan: magick, protection, strength
  • Walnut: healing, divination, protection
  • Willow: enhancement, moon magick, the Underworld, healing, protection

Color Correspondences:

  • Brown: earth, cottage magick, the home/hearth, animal magick, generosity, friendship, endurance, protection, grounding, strength, decision making, finding lost objects, concentration, focus, family, construction, real estate, material goods, food, harvest
  • Gold: Masculine energies, great fortune, abundance, prosperity, divination, understanding, fast luck/temporary luck, sun magick, positive emotions and energies, justice, health, attraction, luxury
  • Orange: relieving depression, abandonment, opportunity, happiness, alertness, kindness, material gain, energy, legal matters, strength, creativity, self-expression, overcoming addiction, ambition, success in business, fun, vitality, celebration
  • Red: passion, love, lust, anger, strength, confidence, fire, courage, power, joy, desire, health, business deals, combat, confrontation, hunting, survival, fertility, sexual natures, competition, sports, mercy
  • Yellow: air, healing, friendship, productivity, remove negative thoughts, creativity, invention, beauty, life, intellect and intelligence, prosperity, self-esteem, motivation, happiness, success, memory, learning, inspiration, the imagination, travel

Ideas and suggestions for using leaves for magick:

  • Decorate your altar with them!
  • Press them into your grimoire or book of shadows for safe keeping or use later in the year
  • Draw sigils on them then crumple them up or burn them to activate
  • Crush them into a jar for potent jar spells
  • Line your plants with them for not only nutrients and to hold in moisture but to give them the traits of the leaf’s color and tree
  • Charging stones, crystals, water, oils and tarot/oracle cards with the energies of the tree
  • Use them in curses to cause sudden change, destruction/death of things or decay of things
  • Grind them into a powder to mix with salt or egg shells and use for protection, cleansing and warding
  • Using fresh ones line the edge of your tub with them during bath spells and magick, wash them in a sink and let them float in the tub with you if its safe
  • Cut them up and put small pieces of them in oil and into a pendent bottle/bottle charm to wear
  • Drip wax on them to seal a spell into them for later use
  • Hang them on or around your door and other entry points to ward off negativity and protect your home 

The Pumpkin Patch Network

The Pumpkin Patch Network is a network of some of the best and most dedicated Halloween blogs on Tumblr. I’m so excited to be able to start this mission to connect so many of the wonderful and amazing people running Halloween blogs here on Tumblr with each other and with anyone else looking for some great Halloween contact!

Who Can Join the Pumpkin Patch Network?

Anyone with a Halloween or Autumn/Halloween blog may join the Pumpkin Patch Network! Both year-round and seasonal blogs are welcome, but you must be truthful about which your blog is.

How Do I Join?

  • Please reblog this post to help spread the word and get as many people involved and connected as possible!
  • Send me an ask or a message telling me about why you want to be a part of the network and whether your blog is seasonal or year-round!

Following me or anyone else that is part of the network is not required, but it would be in the spirit of the network to follow everyone who is a part of it! You must be willing to put the network image/link somewhere visibly on the front page of your blog. Once you contact me I will give you the HTML code!

I look forward to connecting with and blogging alongside each and every one of you! Happy Halloween!

In general the following things can be said of the fairies that the British believed before the 16th century: […] the first is that they’re [fairies] definitely not tiny. They’re of a size credible of the human being. The whole point of most early fairy tales is that they can be easily mistaken for human beings. They also wear the normal human clothing of the age. The second is that they’re definitely not cute: they range in character from being downright evil to being merely mischievous. But pretty well universally, they are either a danger or a nuisance. Their nearest equivalents in the spirit world, with which they are often classed, are demons and imps. They’re often equipped with a kind of moral streak, in that they usually punish humans that are unusually dirty, disorderly, and promiscuous. But if none of those are available, however, they torment anybody who is. And they tend to pick on people who are dirty, disorderly, and promiscuous because they are often off guard, compared with more conscientious or well behaved human beings. The color of their skin is extremely varied in the accounts, but the predominate one is often jet black, a color not seen on human beings and in keeping with their demonic character. Their clothes are also of most colors, but green is the most popular, followed by white. So if you are crossing the central spine of the Isle of Mann and you see a five foot tall jet black person dressed in green: run. Their great communal pastime is circle dancing, which means they are also fond of music and song. And they live underground: that’s why they are the “Gentry Below.” […] They come out from underground on Summer and Autumn nights, between May Eve and Halloween, both tremendous supernatural nights in the Manx Calendar.
—  Dr. Ronald Hutton, Traditional Fairy Beliefs for Manx Heritage.