strange rock formations

The fae

Living in Ireland I heard many stories about the fae.About they’re kind nature, the peaceful woodland spirits, playful tricksters, or even malicious beings.

Here I will give some ways to appease them, and ward them. I will also tell about dangerous fae and how to ward them.


In Ireland children were told to keep away from fairy mounds, fairy circles, certain places in the woods, certain trees, and some strange places. Fairy mounds can be identified as strange lone hills, often found in odd place. Fairy circles are mushroom circles. They are a naturally occurring pattern, however they are believed to be portals the their realm. And stepping in one may be dangerous. Steer clear of certain trees. It is believed that fae live in them, and if disturbed they would not be happy. Notable trees to stay away from include hazel, thorn, alder, and oak. An example of a strange place would be strange rock formations in a field, and that if disturbed or moved would upset the fae who made them.

Farmers didn’t go to their mill or barns at night. It was believed that the fae used the cover of darkness to grind their grain. Disturbing them while they worked could result in you having a failed crop or other curses.

Certain bodies of water were said to be the homes of kelpies, Corrigans, and other water fae. If you came to these waters alone, you could be pulled in, or lured to your deaths (corrigans are said to beautiful creatures that lure you to your death, were they drown you.) They would drown their victims, forcing their spirits to live in the fae realm forever.


Certain flowers such as primroses, were layed on the windowsills and hung over doors. This ensured that he house was kept safe from the fae.

Garlands were made from marsh marigolds. These were placed over the barn doors. This protected the horses from being ridden to death by the fae.

However, the most notable flower to protect yourself against the fae is St. John’s Wort. Wearing this flower provided the wearer protection from fairy magic and tricks. Sometimes my grandmother would scatter petals around the outside of the house, to try to provide protection.

Some said holly berries would repel them. (Unknown why. Unlike the others I was never told this. Maybe someone could clarify.)

A four-leafed clover would allow you to see the fae, even through their glamours, or invisibility. However, this would only work once. An old tradition was to sew them into clothing, or even a little bag (this is to be worn round the neck, though some say it just has to be held) this allowed the user to see them for every clover they had sewn.

Though these are quite nice forms of protection, iron is always the best form of protection. Many believe that iron burns the fairy. Some legends say that the crafted their weapons out of silver and gold because they couldn’t use the iron. If you kept an iron nail in your pocket the fae would be unable to take you to their realm. Often iron knives, sheers, and other sharp object were hung over or near the crib of a baby. This was to prevent the baby from being stolen and swapped with a changling child. ( I don’t recommend doing this as it could be dangerous to the baby.) Sometimes horseshoes, nails, or arrowheads would be placed over doors to stop fae from entering the house or room. An iron ring was worn to protect people, it was told that the fae could not go near the person who wears it.


To be protected from them, and to even form a relationship with the fae; one must respect them, trust them, and leave offerings for them.

Leaving bread and milk out for them was said to protect the household that did it. It was also believed that one may gain their favour by doing this. This is also a notable way of appeasing the cat síth. Not only do they like bread and milk, they also like butter, cream, sugar, ale, honey, whiskey, and I find that they like dark chocolate.

If you’re crossing a body of water, or passing by a well you may drop a piece of silver in, or a coin in for the fae that lives in it.

Ever here the saying that if you spill salt you should throw some over your right shoulder? Well that applies to the fae. If salt is spilled one may throw some over their right shoulder so that the fae can have their share.

Many of the nicer variety were insulted when they saw human mortals lacking in hospitality to one another and treating each other badly. It’s was said that they would punish people like this very harshly. However, if you were kind and honest to people they were said to treat you nicely, or leave you be.


corrigans- A form of water sprite. They appear as beautiful beings who sing melodies like sirens. They mostly appear at night on a full moon. In sunlight they’re glamour goes away and their true ugly form is revealed. stay clear of bodies of water and the woods
Dullahan- The headless horseman. He is seen often in the country riding a dead horse with eyes like fire. He often has a whip made out of a spine. He roams the countryside looking for the dead. If you see him he is said to slash your eyes with his whip. Gold is said to ward them for a while.
Amadan Dubh- VERY DANGEROUS. The trickster fae. He’s a madman. Often seen dancing on lone hills to ghostly music. Cannot be reasoned with. He can place powerful, harmful curses on people. I do not know of any ways to ward him. (Maybe someone can clarify?)
Alp-luarcha- If you think it has crawled in your throats after falling asleep at a stream or other body of water, eat salted food. This will make it thirsty, and make it leave.
Bean sídhe or banshee- The only thing I know of is an iron ring, though when a person is dying nothing can keep her away as she wails.
Cat síth- it loiters around graveyards and open graves to steal the souls of those who have recently died. To try to distract it one may try dancing, singing, or telling riddles. This gives time for the souls of the deceased to pass on so that it cannot get them. I was also told that on Halloween (Samhain) a saucer of milk should be left out, this will provide good luck and protection, while those that didn’t would be cursed. If you are ever filled with a sense of dread and see a black cat with a tuff of white fur walk away slowly and then place a saucer of milk outside, then pray that this will be enough to appease it.
Boggart- It’s a malicious form of fae that takes over houses. Somewhat like a poltergeist. They cannot be reasoned with, and any attempts to appease them will annoy them. They don’t like holy water, crosses, iron, or agrimony. However, sometimes an exorcism is necessary. A family friend had to get this once.
Changling- To stop a child from being swapped keep a close eye on them, put them in a warm well lit room, stitching red thread in baby clothes and blankets was said to prevent them from being swapped, as well as hanging iron sheers or knives over the crib, or having them close by.
I hope this helps. If you have any questions or any clarifications feel free to message me.


Strange Rock Formations Around the World

There is no doubt that our planet is an astoundingly beautiful place. We still have the opportunity to conserve the resources we have left. This generation cares. Care is good, but action is better. The places featured above are examples of the majesty and mystery of our Earth. We need to do all we can to protect what is ours.

  1. Cappadocia, Turkey
  2. Stone Forest National Park, Yunnan, China
  3. Gibson Steps (12 Apostles), Great Ocean Road, Australia
  4. Bryce Canyon, Utah
  5. Ko Tapu Island, Thailand
  6. Giant’s Causeway, Ireland
  7. Mono Lake, California

A strange rock formation covered in sponges and corals, seen on today’s Okeanos Explorer ROV dive near Jarvis Island in the central Pacific.

im really proud of the essay i wrote for art history so here it is under a read more with a few of the images included (wu bin’s pine lodge and 10 views of a rock and guo xi’s early spring) 

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The Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness is a rolling landscape of badlands in New Mexico, which offers some of the most unusual scenery found in the Southwest. Time, water and wind have etched a fantasy world of strange rock formations made of layered sandstone, shale, mudstone, coal and silt. The weathering of the sandstone forms hoodoos – carved rock in the form of pinnacles, spires, cap rocks and other unusual forms like these “cracked eggs” recently captured by photographer Matt Beckmann under a purple sunset. Photo courtesy of Matt Beckmann.

[ @evangelinefate liked for a starter! ]

Some would consider the strange pumpkin-like rock formations that stood tall and littered the land to be rather ominous, but they were a familiar and comfortable sight for the less-living residents of ‘Pumpkin Hill’. Tikal herself was once unfamiliar with things like jack-o-lanterns and the like, but by now she quite liked and appreciated the overall aesthetic of the canyon.

The place was a bit hectic with supernatural activity, so while an abnormal chaos signature wouldn’t go unnoticed, the echidna sitting atop a rusted, beaten mine cart wouldn’t particularly turn her head to address someone unless they addressed her first.

Fade to Black and Back, chapter 9: “Legacy”

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Note: This is another gen-rated chapter. I originally wrote up the story seed of Kanan’s dream in response to a very cute post by @joganpie.

Ezra sleeps fitfully in Ryder Azadi’s makeshift hut. Kanan keeps watch outside, watching the moons set and the sky turn gray in anticipation of dawn. There’s very little he can do to help his padawan now. He has no solace to offer beyond the assurance that he’ll be here, that he’ll continue to guard and guide Ezra as best he can. And whatever comfort the boy may have found in Kanan’s words, earlier:

“The Jedi teach that life doesn’t cease at death, but merely changes form in the Force. Your parents are alive inside you, Ezra. They will be—always.”

Kanan believes those words were true. He also knows how insufficient the same sentiment seemed to him after his master was gunned down. Whatever he carries of Depa Billaba inside himself, it’s no substitute for her gentle humor, her forthright honesty, her warmth and caring and vulnerability and bravery and living, breathing presence.

Ezra’s strength in the Force continues to grow rapidly. Perhaps too rapidly. His visions—that’s something Kanan has never experienced himself. He’s not envious. They seem to be as much a curse as a blessing.

Kanan does, occasionally, have particularly vivid dreams. He’s dreamed of Master Billaba many times. Sometimes he dreams of her as she was: old lessons, old memories echoing into the present. More rarely, he dreams of her as she might have been—streaks of silver in her black hair, lines of wisdom on her face. Too often, he dreams of her death.

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2014.02.21 ★ LA! NY!

CROSS×BEATS [*cellphone music game] is too amusing. Headphones are recommended. It’s Tomoya.

Everyone, have you all been well.
I’m so sorry for the late update.

If I were to tell you about what we’ve been doing since the year started,
we’ve been recording and making songs,, we’ve been spending each day quite fully.

Well well, a few days ago,
we came to do lives in LA and NY!
It’s our first time to do lives in America and, anyway if I think about it well, it’s the first actual live since the end of year festivals so I was a little anxious but, I enjoyed it with all my heart!
It was the best time.
Especially in NY, I feel like everyone’s concentration powers were the greatest out of recent times.
Before I realized it, it was like it was all over, it was lives that finished in quite the mysterious way.

To everyone that came,
thank you so much!

And so, we’re going to continue recording!
A bunch of crazy songs are coming to life.
Look forward to all of ‘em!

See you, see you!


The Other Side of Sunday

Relationship: Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler

Rating: Teen

Summary: In which they have no concept of personal space. He never lands on Sundays, he thinks they’re boring. So they stay in the Vortex and he shows Rose a new room on the Tardis. They share a quiet and lazy moment, drawing on each other.


Today feels like a Sunday even though there’s no way to tell. At first, Rose had tried to keep track of days, held on to her calendar, but now she appreciates the elasticity of time. All she knows is that it’s a day for sweatpants and no make-up, for crossword puzzles and a cup of tea. The Doctor seems to be on the same wavelength – grey t-shirt and pyjama bottoms low on his hips – when she meets him in the corridor, just outside the kitchen. She likes to think she’s the one who taught him the value of lazy days.

“Good morning!”

Even his smile is lazy today, the corners of his mouth rising slowly and crinkles reaching his slightly hooded eyes. The unusual smile turns her insides to fudge all the same.

“Morning Doctor. Where are you going?” Rose asks, noticing the loaf of bread and the jam he’s carrying.

“Did you know that there’s a Sun room?”

Knowing the Doctor and the Tardis, Rose imagines a room so hot you can’t survive in it. Maybe he’ll use it to make toasts. She’s reluctant to follow him to such a place but – let’s be real – she’d follow him anywhere. With an old copy of the Sunday Times under her arm and a mug in her hand, she walks behind his lanky frame.


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Strange Planet, by Pcoskun

This is another image I made while visiting this unique landscape in Northern Arizona. This scene is definitely much larger than it appears to be. The pool of ice below is nearly thirty feet across and perhaps forty feet below where I am standing. This is an extremely wide field of view and uses six horizontal frames stitched vertically for a near 180 degree field of view. The strong orange glow is coming from the city of page, miles away from this remote sandstone location. Every time I visit this place, I feel like I have been transported to another planet. Its strange and unique rock formations making it appear so extraterrestrial especially under the stars.

Fade-rocks in the Hissing Wastes

You know something that’s been bothering me for some time now? The various strange, dark. pointy rock formations in the Hissing Wastes. Just sitting there, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, completely unlike all other solid rock in the area.

It’s quite apparent that they’re fade-rocks, as they look just like the ones you find in the fade and at the ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes. The fact that they usually appear in a circle-formation around rifts support this.

Why do they glow green, though? And why the particle effect that is so very similar to the one on red lyrium? Could it be a third kind of Lyrium? possibly, but a more likely theory is that it is Veilquartz, the ore that drops from rifts in the Frostback Basin, in raw form. 

These rock formations don’t show up there, though…

Anyway, from how they are placed, it looks like they’ve fallen down from the Breach, doesn’t it?

But that’s a little strange, no? The Hissing Wastes is one of the regions that are located the furthest away from the conclave explosion. Why don’t we see these in other areas that are way closer, like Emprise du Leon or the Hinterlands?

To be fair, they DO show up in the Emerald Graves, but then again, none of those glow green… Long-time exposure to the rifts, perhaps? Seems possible, considering that the Hissing Wastes is a late-game area, so by the point you get there, they’ve probably been there a while.

That doesn’t explain their absence in the Emprise du Leon, though. I doubt that the Red Templars would bother removing them and the rest of the area is in too poor a state to be able to do anything about them.

But if they came from the fade, why would long-time exposure to rifts change them? And why don’t we see any of the glowing green stuff in the fade in the first place?

It’s likely simply environmental design, as the HIssing Wastes are very large and barren. They needed to shake things up a bit, make it look more interesting.

But what if there’s something more to it?

Some time ago I found this little rock, of the same brand as the other rock formations, save the green-glowy parts thatonly showed up near rifts. 

Alone save for a few ruined statues and a few buddy-rocks, no rifts around it, no landmark in sight, in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Probably fallen from the breach, right?


After taking a closer look, I noticed something interesting. The direction of the impact. By observing the direction that the tip of the stone was pointing, which was the same direction as that of its buddies I might add, I noticed that it pointed to the north-north-east.

And considering where the Hissing wastes is on the map…

North-north-east is nowhere near the direction of the breach.

So, that begs the question, just where did these rocks come from if not for the breach? Was there a previous breach in times now forgotten? That seems unlikely. The hissing wastes is a desert, and a desert is constantly shifting. Any loose, fallen rock like that would have been long buried. They must have landed there recently. Unlike the dwarven ruins in the area, they’re quite small and situated on comparatively unstable ground.

Space-rocks? Wrong shape, but… space-rocks?

You know what, I’ll just call the green, glowy stuff space-lyrium until I think of something better.

Thoughts, anyone?

(Also, hey Jez! I developed the theory a bit! *waves franctically* I hate to bother you, but I have pretty much no one else to discuss this with, not even IRL, and it’s really bothering me! 

…this wouldn’t be an issue if I actually had any followers… TwT)

The Forbidden Truth - RP with Lucagorilla

He wasn’t entirely sure if the day was hotter than usual, or if it was simply because they had abandoned the cart some distance back and had elected to traverse the rocky terrain on foot. Even alone, the horses would have struggled to get this far up the hill, lugging their equipment would have made it impossible. Cornelius was certainly finding it close enough to the bone to have suggested they begin their dig lower down. That would have been safest, but no; up they went.

The small team of four had been on the move now for hours, and their destination was finally in sight. The sun was at it’s highest position now, blindingly bright whenever they looked up towards the apex of the incline, where the land flattened out onto what Cornelius believed to be a large sprawl of land. That was where they would begin their dig, and that was where they would, powers allowing, find items of interest to bring back for study. For once he didn’t feel so much trepidation or caution, he simply wanted a moment to catch his breath.

With the back of one hand he wiped the sweat from his brow and motioned the others on up with him, passing up the woven bags full of their equipment once everyone was on the next ledge, then he climbed up too, ignoring the fatigue in his muscles as he did so. They were finally there. Upon his head rising above the level everyone else was standing on, he found himself frowning slightly, brows shadowing his eyes for a moment in the process…what were they staring at so intently?

It only took one glance to see why they were so enraptured, the land stretched on for miles in eddies of sand that sprawled like a dry oceanic bed, and strange, spire-like rock formations in the very distance, barely visible against the heat of the midday sun.

“There’s something you don’t see every day, how do you suppose they were formed?” - This from the junior member of the party, a female chimpanzee named Nyssa, who was all wide eyes and wonder. Her enthusiasm was both a blessing and a curse,  and judging by the knot of apprehension Cornelius was feeling when he looked out towards those very distant spires, it seemed to be more of the latter right now.

“Those? Oh…we are probably standing on what used to be a large body of water at some point in time.” He said trying to brush the question off as nothing at all interesting - although he was interested - “The water current and silt would have shaped them that way, nothing too interesting.”

Unsure if his discouragement had worked, he dove a hand inside the bag he’d previously slung over one shoulder, and began pulling out some of the equipment, glancing sidelong at Nyssa, who was still staring at the horizon like she had wanderlust. His nose crinkled a little, disconcerted.

“Come along, we have to set up site here, this place is very close to where I found the artifact.”

The ‘artifact’ as he’d so put it, was a small fragment of a bent and twisted piece of metal, fashioned thinly enough that it was light to carry, but sturdy enough that it had stood the test of time. On it’s surface was part of some lettering, although the full message hadn’t been clear, what had been obvious, was that someone had been living up here at some point in time. So close to the zone that was forbidden to all apes, Cornelius knew he trod a fine line bringing anyone up here, much less to admit he’d been this way himself. Somehow, though, he’d managed to convince his superiors that this was a viable venture.