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dreamcusp · 2 years
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nocnitsa · 6 months
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strijkdesign · 2 months
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A set of ghostly woman wandering the garden at night for this month's Bad Apple auction :) I wanted all of them to fit with the night garden theme but make them 2 sets of twins so I could experiment a bit with different colour schemes.
Each artwork is 2.5 x 3.5 inches on 290g/m Hahnemuhle cold-pressed watercolour paper. They will be available at our online Bad Apple Artist Collective auction this February 26th, 22u GMT till February 29th! All pieces in this auction will start at $25 with no BINs.
Don't miss the auction!
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apenitentialprayer · 3 months
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If I had a child, I wouldn't forbid it fairy stories. They might develop the sense of hope. If a pumpkin can turn into a coach, even this dreary room, that tablecloth, those awful ornaments, could be a palace with limitless corridors.
James Callifer (Graham Greene's The Potting Shed, Act II, Scene I)
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braderunner · 1 year
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ITS WEDNESDAY MY DUDES
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best-childhood-book · 20 days
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Faerie Tale by Raymond Feist and The Smoke Thieves by Sally Green, maybe ?
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dimsilver · 1 year
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I wrote this poem recently for a poetry challenge - it had to be about “the road less traveled” and include “fishing pole.” so of course I made it into a weird faerie tale…
The stream is rushing, roiling on -
Green and brown and flashing blue,
Deep and clear and fringed with reeds,
And here and there a quiet pool
Where water murmurs over stones
And silver trout dart to and fro.
‘Twas here one afternoon he came,
Though none other would dare to go -
A village boy with quiet steps
Who carried a long fishing pole.
He’d known the tales most all his life -
These woods and streams could take your soul.
The forest paths were always clear
Although no man had tended them;
A hunter always found his mark
Even when winter was most grim.
But those who took the winding paths
Or tasted of the forest’s game
Would stray into the trees once more
As though some dark thing called their names
And never would be seen again.
And so as flowing years passed on
The tales were told, the children warned,
The haunted groves shone like the dawn
And no one dared to pass that way.
But then one year springtime was cold
And summer rains refused to fall
And crops succumbed to blight and mold
And harvest time was thin and poor.
And so the boy came to the wood.
He stopped and stared, just at the edge,
Saw how the snow in which he stood
Gave way to greenest summer grass.
The fear rose up inside his chest,
But tight he gripped the fishing pole
And thought of Mother’s thin old dress
And thinner arms; and how at home
The shelves were bare or emptying
and hearth was ash, and neither he
Nor she talked anymore of spring.
So on he walked, and reached the stream,
Unhindered by fell beast or sprite,
And tied his line and sunk the hook
Where silver trout swam quick and bright.
They bit, he hauled them in, too fast;
and soon they flopped, a gleaming string,
Upon the grassy bank and still
He heard and saw no evil thing.
But as the boy rose with his catch
And turned to take his journey home,
His gaze fell on the stream again
And held - for he was not alone.
Beneath the water silver eyes
Like shining trout looked back at him,
And then a shape rose from the depths -
Inhuman in its every limb,
Wet silver-blue and green and brown
With trailing hair like river weeds.
It spoke no word, but in its face
He saw the dread command; his knees
felt weak, and still the thing stared back.
“The fish…” he whispered finally,
“Please let my mother eat them. Spare
her life. I beg you - just take me.”
The creature smiled suddenly.
It took his hand with gentle grace
And traced a finger ‘round his eyes
And then - I know not what to say.
I cannot tell you what he saw -
My mortal eyes are far too weak;
But I can tell you this - he smiled.
A raven snatched up in its beak
the wriggling fish and flew away,
toward the cottage in the snow.
The boy stepped down into the stream,
and with the creature walking slow
into the mist he passed away,
content to give the wood its due.
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fantasyfairytale049 · 2 years
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sbplus-sketchbook · 1 year
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Blair she returns... revamped... a queen...
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dreamcusp · 2 years
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jewelery by fireflypath
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teresabeadle5 · 10 months
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Happy International Faerie Day 2023!
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Happy International Faerie Day 2023! by raaen99 Via Flickr: Did you know that today, the 24th of June, is International Faerie Day? Now, just by chance I was out in my garden when I happened upon a rather large toadstool growing out of the lawn, near a bank of camellias. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the toadstool had a carefully concealed door and two little windows in it. So I sat very quietly and carefully nearby, and I waited... and waited... and waited. Finally my patience paid off when the little door sprung open and out popped two faeries. The first was a little toadstool faerie, who wore a red hat speckled with white spots, rather like their faerie toadstool house. With red hair streaming down her back, she was perhaps a little bolder than her friend the hyacinth faerie, who was trepidatious as she poked her head out the door, before following cautiously in her faerie friend's footsteps. So you see, there are faeries in your garden. You just need to be quiet and patient. And of course you need to believe in faeries. You do, don't you? Fairies have existed in just about every culture over the world, though they may have been called by different names. What they have in common, no matter where you go, is that they are spirits that inhabit the world around us and often operate by strange and often odd laws. That’s about where the similarities end, and where the amazingly diverse concepts that are the fae begin. We’ve all heard of the winged fairies that flit around flowers and are always drawn like butterfly winged cherubs of slight form, but did you know that Dwarves and Gnomes are also part of the fae family? These creatures were common among the Germanic folk, and especially those who worked in mines and mountains. Knockers were a form of fairy that lived in mines and would ‘knock’ to warn miners of pending cave-ins and danger, hence their name. Celebrate International Fairy Day today by participating in one of the many festivals and celebrations that have formed around the world to honor these mythical creatures. Or you can have a little festival at home by having a fairy themed party with your friends and family! Whatever you do, don’t forget to honor the fae in your own home and garden by leaving out a plate with biscuits or cake and a small portion of milk or wine. They will appreciate it no end, and bring you happiness, good luck and health as faerie wishes. to you for your kindness and generosity. I would like to acknowledge and thank my Flickr Friend Red Stilletto www.flickr.com/photos/thevixen/ for inspiring me to use the pairing of two images and the application of a wide white frame. Both of these design elements she uses to create great impact with her own images. The two little faeries are hand made and felted by Ambrosius and were acquired from Epoche Toys and Gifts in the small township of Kallista in the Dandenong Ranges, just outside of Melbourne. The Toadstool Basket is made of rattan and has been hand woven and painted for the sustainable Australian toy company established by two sisters - Olli Ella. It has a flip top that can be unfastened as well as a front door that may be opened.
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nemfrog · 6 months
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"The fairies began the prettiest dance that ever was seen." Queen Titania's book of fairy tales. 1883.
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apenitentialprayer · 2 months
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My dear friend,
Do you have any interesting Adam and Eve legends? I'm not talking about the apocryphal gospels in particular, because I know a little about them.
Hey there! Not sure when you sent this, hopefully you weren't waiting for too long. Ah, there's a lot of folklore that could be looked at.
For example, there's a theme in some Islamic and Jewish folklore that Adam and Eve actually separated for a length of time after their expulsion from the Garden of Eden. This may have been a conscious choice on their part, or they may have been separated during their expulsion. In some versions, Eve is already pregnant with Cain at this time, and it is Eve's wails while giving birth that draws Adam back to her. In other versions, Eve may not yet be pregnant. In some accountings, the demon Lilith impregnates herself from Adam's wet dreams and produces a race of demons.
There's a story where Adam created by dust that angels had collected from all corners of the world, so that his creation is in some sense an epitome of all Creation. (The fact that he is created from dust from all over the world is also an etiological explanation for why there are so many different skin colors among humans).
There is a legend that Adam was buried under Golgotha; Christ's Precious Blood spilled onto and soaked into the ground where he was buried. You can see this motif in some Crucifixion icons that depict a human skull (Adam's skull) under the Cross.
The number of children that Adam and Eve have vary wildly by source; some Irish sources suggest 100 children, 50 of each sex; we have a surviving monks' trivia game that says that Adam and Eve had 63 children, 33 boys and 30 girls. The lowest number I know is 14 children total. These are all postlapsarian children, by the way; some theologians speculated that Adam and Eve may have had sinless children in the Garden of Eden, beings we now know as faeries.
Speaking of children, one Islamic tradition says that Eve always gave birth to twins; a boy and a girl, a future husband and wife. According to this story, Cain killed Abel because Cain wanted to marry Abel's twin sister and not his own.
More children stories! In one tale recorded by the Brothers Grimm, Adam and Eve had many, many children. When God came to bless them with vocations, Eve was ashamed at the ugliness of some of them, so she hid them away while presenting the beautiful ones. When she saw God bless them with destinies like becoming scholars, knights, and princes, she called the ugly ones out. By that point, all the cool vocations were handed out, so they got destinies like becoming peasants, tanners, and sailors. And that's why.... us commonfolk are ugly???
At least some Rabbinic sources attribute Psalm 92 to Adam and the angels.
Oh! And Adam and Eve may have brought plants from the Garden of Eden to our fallen world; it may be a particular tree in Kashmir, clover, or maybe wheat.
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jodirizzotto · 2 years
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The Singing Campground Part 5
The Singing Campground Part 5
            The faery waiting in the library did not resemble a queen from any of Lilly’s books. She wore a dark brown leather tunic and pants tucked inside matching leather boots. Her dark hair was braided around her head and pinned in place. No fancy gown or crown.             The faery queen’s glowing green eyes glided over the human family while her pale pink lips remained closed in a…
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dommnics · 2 months
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I love doing character designs for fairy tales and folktales, so here's my interpretation of Snow White for fun. I imagined her look on the left to be as she's taken by the huntsman into the woods, and then her look on the right after she's braved the woods and made it to the dwarfs' cottage.
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alrauna · 8 months
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