“The Folk of the Faerie Kingdom” are now more often known as the fey.  (Robert Klasnich from Vince Garcia’s article in Dragon 155, March 1990)  “While faeries of all sorts can see and venture through the otherwise invisible gates into the Faerie Realm, only Rhiannon’s messengers (the sylphs) may shift between planes at will.”

Happy Litha! 🧚🏼‍♀️ Here are my offerings I left for the Fairies: Fairy Potion, Honey, Fairy Milk.

Enchantment of Seasonal Faerie Affection

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Springtime. Oh sweet time. Where the blossoms bud and bloom. Springtime tender springtime. When she caught you. Deep in her misty eyes. That sparkled with morning dew. It was in springtime lovely springtime. When this faerie cast her spell on you. 

You thought you'd get sweetness all the days of your life. Warmth gentle kisses and caresses. Tender and sublime. Then summer came and shyness melted away. She blazed brighter with the heat. Passion burning fire. You thought your life was complete. But oh foolish mortal. She'll have you begging on your knees. For you may not have noticed. With all that charm and magic in her smile. But as the seasons pass. That look in her eyes grows only more wild. Then all the heat starts to fade away. The bitter cold is settling in. The leaves are burning, with colors once again. The sweet scent of death, the howl of the wind. She dances freely. Wild and wondrous as can be. And when she gazes at you, you are filled with the thrill of danger in her beauty. Slowly she becomes cold. Nothing like anything you knew. She's not shy, not amorous, cool as frost glistening anew. But she's got you, the spell's been cast. Your mistress of the autumn, lady of all that doesn't last. Her chains of thorns and frost around your heart. Now steadily turning into bitter ice tearing you apart. She doesn't spare a glance to the anguish you feel. She's distant, frigid, strangely unreal. Once sweet, then warm, then wild and free now she's apathetic and cold but it's too late to beg for mercy. She is beautiful and shining like fair winter snow. But she brings you no comfort with the ice in her soul. Her smiles are few, yet enchantingly cruel. And when she dances you feel the fatality of her loveliness, draining you. Your joy, your fear, your laughter, your tears, all become naught in the presence of her. Soon you forget, to even exist. You are lost in the storms of her eyes, and every preciously painful syllable that tumbles from her lips. A moment, a glance, that's all she needs. Till you are nothing at all. Just another fallen leaf ripped away, crumbling to dust in her vicious breeze. Only when there's nothing left, can you finally be... Free

🧚🏻‍♀️🍃☀️𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.☀️🍃🧚🏻‍♀️

The Flower Prince

She only noticed the Spy several hours after he’d positioned himself outside her window. He didn’t mind being caught. His instructions from the Faerie Realm were clear: find out if the One truly is worthy of the Flower Prince’s favour.

And she was. The way she cared for her plants, her pets, and even unknown birds that happened to drop by! Not to mention the fact that when she noticed a Spy watching her this closely, her reaction was to smile at him, rather than chasing him off. She was as confident in her kindness as she should be.

The Flower Prince would be delighted. His blessings would make her radiant flowers thrive long into the cold season, and the Spy would show her an entryway into the Realm, where she could come and go as she pleased, while plenty of gifts would be bestowed on her.

Sure, the Spy chuckled to himself, the Prince would always have offered her a present to compensate for the breach of privacy—but had she not been this friendly, he might have chosen one much less to her liking.

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[Image description: An orange cat sits on a table just outside the window, looking straight into the camera with a stern expression. Both inside and outside, radiant plants are all around it.]

Faerie Lover

His large dark almond shaped eyes peer down at you, full of secret fire. A smile just a bit too wide with a mouth full of one too many sharp teeth. At side glance they look almost too sharp, perfectly fixed shards of glass. His jawline and cheekbones give drama and many angles to his face. His words like butter, slip from his mouth. His voice fills your ears as well as your heart. He always knows what to say... He's tall, lean, and awkwardly graceful. He's far too beautiful and much too quick. You've heard of fae creatures described just this way. His energy sparkles in the air around him, its utterly enchanting. There is heat!!! Absolute magic when our bodies meet. I have to breathe his air. He smells like raw honey and heavy herbs. He makes you feel beautiful. You're in love! Or are you just under his spell? He's caught you. He has you. You're his girl, his treasure... but you still dare not give him your full name. Just in case.

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Bjd dolls for sale

BJD(balljointed doll) is any doll that is articulated with ball & socket joints.BJD usually refers to ABJD,Asian ball jointed dolls.these are generally hard,dense plastic, and the parts strung together with a thick elastic.These are normally produced in japan,south-korea and china.They commonly range in size from about 60 cms for the larger dolls to 10 cms the tinny BJD’s.

The history of commercially produced Asian resin BJD’s began in 1999 when the Japanese company VOLKS created the Super Dolfie line of dolls.The first super dolfie were 57cm tall,strung with elastic,ball jointed  ,similar to garaze kits,which was volks main produc at that time.

Modern asian BJD’s are intended for adult collectors and customizers and range in price from US$100 to over US$1000. BJD’s are readily customizable.Wings and eyes are easy to remove and replace,as well as heads,hands,and feet.A doll may even be a hybrid of parts from different companies.Some BJD owners or customizers even re-shape existing parts by sanding them or applying epoxy putty to them. There is a sizable international community dedicated to BJD’s.The largest English language BJD internet community,’’Den of Angels’’,has over 43,000 members as of February-2016. There are also vinyl dolls that are being used now-a-days.There are several types of larger 60cm vinyl dolls in japan.they are in the same scale as full sized BJDs,with similar proportions.vinyl dolls usually have facial features that are more highly stylized after anime and less realistic than the typical resin BJDs.Vinyl dolls are easier to manufacture ,machine made and injecton molded in soft vinyl and thus lighter and often less expensive than their Japanese resin counterparts.The modern BJD market began with Volks line of Super dolfie in 1999.Super dolfie and dolfie are registered trademarks but are sometimes erroneously used as generic blanket terms to refer to all asian BJDs regardless of manufacturer.

The nature goddess Rhiannon, Queen of Faeries, dwells within the Faerie Realm, an alternate Prime Material plane consisting of endless magical forests.  Her long hair appears yellow in spring, brown in summer, red in autumn, and white in winter.  (Robert Klasnich, from “The Folk of the Faerie Kingdom” by Vince Garcia, Dragon 155, March 1990)

the taste of magic was thick in the air, its effervescent aura wafting into the open windows like a mist over the bog. it is midsummer's eve, and the fairies are waiting patiently until dusk so that they may dance until the dawn breaks. if you observe the high grasses close enough, perhaps you may catch a glimpse of their ethereal beauty and cunning laughter.

True Beauty Is Haunting

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Faerie is cheerful

Musical

Blissfull and bright

Faerie is the warmth of summer on your toes

Dew drops glittering in early morning light

Faerie is the perfume of primroses

The softness of their petals in spring

Faerie is the sweetness of wild berries

Which may leave you pale and desperately choking

Faerie is haunting

Dangerous

Secretive and strange

Faerie is the crisp cold in autumn forcing the leaves to change

The sweet smell of decay as life fades away

Faerie is the thorns among roses

Drawing out your blood hiding in plain sight

Faerie is the lovely snow in winter

Which at bare flesh will eagerly bite

Words twisted like threads into tapestries of finery

Here wisdom truly echoes in an old adegy

Things are not all what they may appear to be

Above the waters of Faerie

Light may shine from shallow shore to deepest reef

While beneath the surface you might find brilliant glistening

To be innumerable sharp and shining teeth

Yes truly in Faerie there are wonders beyond your dreams

But mortals careful where you venture

Or you might find naught but your own endless screams

Unfurl, 2021

Stretch out! Winter is over. It’s time to rebirth new stems and new leaves. Unfurl and uncoil. The sun welcomes you to fresh beginnings. The soil surrounding your roots is fertile. It’s full of promise and creative energy. It’s time to show your splendor and reach for all that you are meant to be. Allow yourself to receive your full potential. Summer is coming and you are ready.

Themed Soap by Lunam Love.

“Faerie Realm”

Violet and Sandalwood

What a surprise - more neolithic stuff. Making these things is very therapeutic, burning splinters and arranging shards into something. Picking broken stupid little things and building portals. Recreating the oldest motif in the history of paint.

I guess you can call my genre 'overly emotional about pebbles'