#lwyd sun

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

//Before I continue to answer asks tonight, choose a little! I won't say what it's for, but there's a reason the list is limited~ :)

No, it won't influence the main story. Just an idea I had!//

#tsams lwyd au #mun speaks #em speaks #ooc #lwyd sun #lwyd nice eclispe #lwyd lunar #lwyd eclipse

[dragondoodling]

I’ve been hyperfixating on this au so much I COULD NOT stop at the first one

@lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety

Side note, that bag of skittles was HUGE like Anon Anon held it with TWO HANDS in their description.

#lwyd nice eclipse #Lwyd sun #lwyd lunar #anonymous anonymous #ghost anon #HTF anon #montywithchildhoodtrauma #skittles #a lot of them

[crumpet-doodles]

...I have a vision.

@lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety's beloved Poppy

(I am going to CRY. That is a THREAT./j)

I just needed to get my ideas down before I forget them wygbwgbfqyo-

But uhhhh yeah. Their design is a bit different from the OG Sun model, having plush/fabric rays (my brain thought of flower petals since Poppy=flower- so yeah-) and a tail. (This is their ghost form btw- If you couldn't tell-)

Also I am literally so freaking sad because whenever somebody calls me (well in this scenario not really me but still-) nicknames, I immediately get attached to them, and consider them some form of older sibling or parental figure. Istg, if Poppy keeps doing what they're doing (aka being themselves) I will CRY. I LOVE THEM WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY BEING, AND THEY DESERVE THE WORLD-

And now, back to me imagining an animatic of Harvest I will never make to the song "Misery Meat" by Sodikken. (It's... literally a song that graphically describes somebody getting torn apart and eaten alive. Just a fair warning if you want to listen to it.)

OH AND ALSO- Don't be afraid to tell me to change/add anything to their design! I love getting suggestions and editing looks :)

#crumpet's doodles #crumpet's shenanigans #tsams lwyd au #lwyd art #lwyd Poppy #tsams au #I am quickly getting attached to Poppy aughhhhh- #lwyd poppy sun

[eye-of-enigmatic-thought]

Happy New Year! I hope you all had a good December! These were my contributions to the @welcomehomefanzine winter zine! I managed to do more art this time too! For my contributions I wanted to draw art on various Winter traditions from different cultures, such as also my own! If you decide to colour in any of these, please @ me!!

Also keep in mind, we are not affiliated with Clown or the team behind WH, we are just fans who love the work!!

I wrote more on all the artworks under the cut! Including the traditions they were based on!

First one was a little visual pun on the first verse of '12 Days of Christmas', Poppy is the partridge in the pear tree! Not much to say about this one, it's my only Christmas related thing! Second one was based on the Southern Welsh winter tradition of the Mari Lwyd. The Mari Lwyd is a hobby horse made from a horse's skull and is then decorated. It is puppeteered to go to the doors of various houses where its handlers will sing verses on letting it in to the home, you are supposed to sing back excuses on why you can't let it in, and if you relent, you invite the Mari Lwyd and its handlers in your home, where it will eat your food and alcohol and terrorise your children! The tradition and its true origins and meaning and even etymology is unknown, but it's thought to have ancient Pagan roots! It seems here, Eddie relented in his songs to it and regretted everything immediately after!

Third image is another Poppy centric piece because I love her. Here she is dressed up as a figure from Schnabelperchten! This is a tradition seen only in Rauris Valley in Austria and is a manifestation of Perchta, a goddess from Alpine Paganism that took the form of a old woman who'd punish misbehaving children by slitting their bellies. For Schnabelperchten, on the 5th of January, figures dressed in smocks, jackets, and a beak-like mask will visit various homes to check their upkeep and cleanliness all while emitting a soft 'ga ga ga', in more ancient versions of the legend, if you did not keep your living quarters in good enough conditions, the Schnabelperchten would slit open your belly and dump all the rubbish inside! Poppy would never do that though! No one tell her about that part!! Last but not least is one based on a tradition from my culture! Here you see the entire neighbourhood celebrating Yalda Night and spending time with one anotherThis is a Persian/Iranian festival with Zoroastrian roots held on the Winter Solstice. This day was traditionally seen as ill omened as being the darkest day of the year, the forces of Ahriman and his Deevs were most active, and so much of the day entailed family and friends getting together in good company. They would read stories and poems (especially the Shahnameh or poems by Hafez) with nuts and various fruits from previous harvests being served, watermelon and pomegranates being the most prominent! It was also encouraged to stay well up after midnight lest misfortune befall you! Due to it also being the longest night, it was also seen as the birthdate of the sun deity Mehr (or Mithra), as the subsequent days would get longer.

This was all fun to do and I hope I did all these traditons justice!! I am most likely missing out a lot on my explanations for them, so I hope I at least peaked your interest in these different Winter festivities enough to look into them on your own!

#my art #digital art #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #frank frankly #wally darling #poppy partridge #barnaby b beagle #eddie dear #sally starlet #julie joyful #welcome home fanzine #yalda night #shabe yalda #schnabelperchten #mari lwyd #howdy pillar

[xphaiea]

MYSTICAL MARI LWYD One of a kind dual headed Mari Lwyd in celestial gown with leather ears, sun and moon, beaded details, hand embroidered spiral and handpainted faces. www.xphaiea.bigcartel.com ••• #xphaiea #marilwyd #welsh #wales #welshfolklore #folkcustom #witchesofinstagram #folklore #britishfolklore #witch #witches #esoteric #occult #pagansofinstagram #magic #mythandlegend #artdoll #artdolls #ooak #goblincore #fantasy #horse #horseskull #folktales https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnml2mXrR67/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#xphaiea #marilwyd #welsh #wales #welshfolklore #folkcustom #witchesofinstagram #folklore #britishfolklore #witch #witches #esoteric #occult #pagansofinstagram #magic #mythandlegend #artdoll #artdolls #ooak #goblincore #fantasy #horse #horseskull #folktales

[naffeclipse]

I was drawing and thoughts ensued

So what if CS!y/n had to go hunting a Mari Lwyd-like creature? A mischievous being, harmless(and probably a bit horrifying to look at), but bothersome and probably traumatizing to anyone who's not looking to share their goods on top of having their home invaded if they fail the unprompted rhyme battle.

Ohhh what a fun cryptid!

CS!Y/N would find it very odd, not deadly but simply unconventional, and hunt it regardless. Y/N and Sun/Moon would eventually track it down, and be bewildered as it sang to them, requesting admittance to their home. Sun/Moon growl at it, telling it to go away. CS!Y/N simply tries to shoot it with a crossbow but... hm, that didn't really do it any harm, and it disappears.

Y/N and Sun/Moon come back to their trailer and find it ransacked of food and drink, much to their dismay, but hey, the Mari Lwyd seems to have settled down after that so... hunt successful? The only damage control is buying new groceries!

#cryptid sightings #sillyisnonsense

[promiseiwillwrite]

ORB

When I crossed the threshold of the chamber, my senses nearly left me. Though I had seen pictures, never had I been able to access and use such a place. The resplendent affluence of it was simply delicious.

I immediately set about preparations for the ritual.

I decided the half moon, in Honor of the new Snake God, Born this morning.

I went to the apothecary in the nearest town, and as is customary, inhaled deeply of many orbs before choosing the one with the very best wrapping. Too many holes, and the reaction in the chamber would be far too quick.

Ever predictable, I chose lavender, because it is objectively the best.

And such a thing costs barely what I would ask for a fine loaf of artisanal bread. So far we have come as a society.

I waited until the sun had set, and the moon had not yet risen. In this liminal dusk, I prepared the medium of transformation and reflection.

I made then of myself a tea, of lavender and chamomile and salt from the sea. My sweat and the steam in the chamber were thick.

And then the Orb.

I placed it into the medium, and did ponder deeply, this sphere, as the fluids seeped gradually into the alembic.

The reaction began. Slow at first, with small gasps of perfumed wind that floated to the surface of the medium.

I held the orb, and felt them escaping betwixt my fingers.

I had chosen well, the wrapping seemed only to have two small punctures, one on each side of the orb, which leaked the right amount of the tea into the alembic, and effervesced cold, softly no matter which way in the medium the orb did bob.

I contemplated then, the interactions of water and air and earth at work inside the alembic, and thought of the implications of the absence of fire to balance these forces.

But then on the next breath noted that some reactions are cold, rather than of heat. And decided that this too, the chemical reactions taking place, causing the boiling I saw before my very eyes, these were the workings of the spirit of fire, born in water and air.

Presently I became dull and heavy. I had to refresh myself from the cold spout, lest the heat of the claw-footed chamber overtake me.

Refreshed, though drunk of heat and wonder, I pondered the orb, and watched it boil away, the oils held within thick in the air and water now, covering everything,

I touched lightly the orb, to gauge the length of the reaction remaining, and felt the expansion of the piercings in the wrapping. A host of bubbles fled beneath my hand, and the bindings of oil and salt gave way in a rush.

It wouldn't be long now.

I was determined to pull a moment of emptiness from this experience, and briefly closed my eyes.

I could hear the reaction boiling away.

I sat forward and grasped what remained of the orb, and ripped away the wrappings, exposing all the remaining alchemical agents to the medium in an explosion of boiling bubbles.

I picked up the remnants of what had once been the orb, and beheld a sign of a horse skull in my palm, complete with a tiny, articulated jaw, before it too, melted away.

I slumped into the tea.

I was overheated.

I reoriented myself, and drank again from the cold spout.

I heard the muse speak in the voice of a small swamp witch, standing at the corner of the post, talking about venerating her mouse ancestors, carrying the Mari Lwyd and grumping about not having been born with lovely wings like a faerie.

Still Slick with reagents, I pulled the stopper at the bottom of the chamber, and the liquid, now filled with oils from the reaction, and the poisons of my body, rushed out.

I tottered, and nearly blacked out upon standing. Such a powerful chamber it was, indeed.

#in occult and alchemical style

[ghoulguise]

      The low rolling evening fog brings with it the soft sound of jingling bells. As the sun sets and the air grows bitter cold, a looming spectral figure materializes at the edge of the forest, trailing robe and ribbons behind as she glides over the grass. Frost grows in her stead and mist puffs from between skeletal teeth as she hums softly, making her way towards the sleepy winter town.

     The Mari Lwyd has come to Riddle, will you greet her?

#[MARI TIME] #{The Winter's Queen}; mari lwyd winter event #{Waiting for an Invitation}; starter call

[maypoleman1]

31st December

New Year’s Eve

Allendale Tar Barrel Burning. Source: Pinterest uploaded by Catherine Donaldson.

Today is New Year’s Eve. The turning of the year was traditionally marked by fire customs, some of which survive. In Allendale in Northumberland a parade of gaudily-attired Guisers still takes place on the night of 31st December. Shortly before midnight the all-male procession sets out with each Guiser balancing a barrel of burning tar on his head, the conclusion of which results in the barrels being thrown onto a huge bonfire. This is followed by singing and dancing until the midnight bells chime. In Stonehaven in Grampian, the revellers launch fireballs into the air, or whirl the cloth balls, lit by paraffin, around their heads, the balls being attached to them by strings. The whole event is highly dangerous.

These ceremonies are of course memories of pagan practices designed to light the skies in midwinter to encourage the return of the sun in spring. Bonfires were common, and households should keep their New Year fire burning for at least 24 hours to ensure the coming year is a prosperous one. The horse and bull-worship of the ancient Celts was maintained by men dressed in bull hides and horse costumes who visited homes throughout the Christmas season in order to bestow good fortune in return for alms. The Church objected to such blatant pagan survivals and most died out, but on New Year’s Eve the horse-skull totems of Mari Lwyd visit the farmhouses of Wales still, although the tradition may owe as much to old mumming plays as it does to pagan memories.

Bell ringing is a very prevalent Christian-era New Year’s Eve tradition, and the New Year is rung in to this day at midnight by the chimes Big Ben in London.

#new year’s eve #new year #Allendale #fire customs #guisers #Stonehaven #mari lwyd #bell ringing

[wildermannawyddan]

Solstice and Revolution kinda rhyme in Welsh

#mari lwyd #solstice #welsh #wales #revolution #cymru #celtic #winter #witchblr #brythonnic #cymraeg #conjunction #Jupiter #saturn #sun #heuldro

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

*gently removes my wing from solar back*

Don’t worry sweetie, mr. Sun is going to help you, you don’t have to be big right now.

-TFM

Solar: I- I'm not-

Sun: Eclipse? Are you feeling-?

Solar: No! *starts to panic* No, no, no, I can't. I can't do that... *starts to grab for his ray again*

Sun: No, none of that. *pulls his hand down* Just breathe. Deep breaths.

Solar: I don' get small! I don'! I can't!

#tfm anon #asks #tsams lwyd au #lwyd nice eclipse #lwyd sun

[dragondoodling]

@lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety

Decided to make a lil drawing of the shenanigans over Christmas/yule in the form of a family photo

@montywithchildhoodtrauma

#lwyd #kill code #eclipse lwyd #Solar lwyd #lunar lwyd #Monty lwyd #Blood moon lwyd #Sun lwyd #Moon lwyd #Anonymous anonymous #HTF anonymous #Montywithchildhoodtrauma #ghost anon

[crumpet-doodles]

@lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety

...Poppy-

ANYWAYS- Might color later, It's literally 1 am right now- I literally tortured myself by drawing this right after I read ch. 2 of Sunset :) I am so ok right now.

Idk whether I should do pom-poms or bells. Opinions, anyone?

(Also heyyyyy uhhhhh I am going to mercilessly tell you songs that remind me of Harvest whether you like it or not >:3c You don't even have to care, I just need to get it out of my system- but uhhhh "Moonsickness" by Penelope Scott-)

#lwyd poppy sun #tsams lwyd au #lwyd #lwyd art #Crumpet's doodles #P.S. this is the thing where I raged at the hands

[lailoken]

“Heavily associated with such Otherworldly and stormy divinities as Bucca Dhu/Devil and Odin, is the Horse. Within the Cunning Craft traditions there exists a wealth of magical equine lore in which the horse is emblematic of the vehicle via which power may travel forth. In Heathen practice the horse became the vehicle for the power of blasting, via the 'spite stake' – being the skull of a horse, set open jawed upon a pole and, stood facing the direction of the quarry of the curse or banishment. Horse skulls, and carved wooden representations of horse heads, were also commonly hung high within the rafters of stables and livestock shelters, placed above entrances, or buried beneath thresholds and employed as 'concealed charms', all as powerful fetishes of protection. Horse skulls were also placed beneath, or even in, the sick bed; thus we see the horse was regarded as the vehicle also for the protections and healing blessings of the divine force.

Often it is the skull of a mare that is specifically called for; to protect the garden, encourage the healthy and abundant growth of plants, herbs and crops, and to ward off vermin, the skull of a mare was to be stood upon a pole within the garden. Such a charm reveals the Traditional Craft associations of the mare skull as vessel and representation of the Goddess of the fertile and verdant earth.

The witch's staff, within most expressions of the Traditional persuasion, is known as ‘the horse'. Here the witch's staff is cognate with Yggdrasil – 'the horse of the hanged' or 'Odin's horse', via which the ways below, above, and the four ways of the middle world may be traversed and their virtues accessed. Thus the horse becomes the vehicle by which the Pellar may go forth in egress, and the vessel by which the virtues and powers are brought into the circle. Thrust into the centre of the circle, plunging deep into the chthonic waters, running up through the middle world where the cross-roads meet, and rising up into the heavens; here are embodied within the staff the three feminine principles of water, earth and air. Via these, the masculine principle of fiery force and 'witch power' may be drawn forth, from the depths to the heights. Likewise, these feminine principles are embodied within the traditional broom of the witch; constructed of an ashen staff (air), a birch brush (earth) and bound by willow (water). The traditional feminine broom becomes the steed and vehicle of fiery sexual force and spirit flight between the worlds, and is thus the 'bridge' in and out of the witch's circle.

Within the circles of the Cunning, the mare is not only the vehicle of force and virtue, be it drawn in or sent forth via the shaft of staff, broom, wand or cord, and a means of traversing the worlds, she is emblematic also of the dark Goddess as vehicle of the 'wild hunt' and night terrors. Her face is that also of the Ankow, drawing her death-cart to convey souls to the Otherworld. Hers is also the white face of the fertile goddess of the verdant earth; cross culturally also associated with seasonal change, the passage of the sun, and the very vehicle of its cyclic journey of growth and decline through the year. The Hindu god of the sun, Surya, is drawn forth by seven mares, vehicles of fiery divine force and seasonal changes. Closer to home we have the skull-topped pole ‘Oss tradition, in Brittany and in Wales; where the various Mari Lwyd — ‘Grey Mare' – ‘Osses dance through the streets around the Winter Solstice; the time of the sun's death and rebirth. The pole ‘Oss tradition exists also in West Cornwall where it is under revival. In Penwith, the Penglaz – ‘Grey head’ — ‘Osses have over the past eighteen or so years re-emerged to attend seasonal festivals with striking mare skulls crowned with appropriate greenery and draped in tatters. They stalk and leap through the streets with a ‘Teazer', who, within one particular festival, interestingly became known to some locally as ‘The Bucca'. Whilst a Penglaz Oss, as a revived figure, is essentially a mystery; a potent set of symbolism is undoubtedly presented, and it is only inescapable human nature to find meaning in such symbols; a process that has over the years undoubtedly occurred. It is perhaps fortuitous that Penglazes fit very nicely with already extant traditions of the mare as representative of seasonal passage, the mare skull as a protective fetish of divine blessing, the horse as the vehicle of power and likewise traditionally the vehicle of Bucca Dhu, the Devil and Odin.”

—

Traditional Witchcraft:

A Cornish Book of Ways

by Gemma Gary

#a cornish book of ways #traditional withcraft #Gemma Gary #horse #mare #oss #mari lwyd #cunningcraft

[ofbloodandfaith]

Welsh New Year's Day traditions: British Goblins by Wirt Sikes

Glamorganshire - apple gift or New Year's gift: “...children, on and about New Year's Day, going from door to door of shops and houses, bearing an apple or an orange curiously tricked out. Three sticks in the form of a tripod are thrust into it to serve as a rest; it sides are smeared with flour or meal, and stuck over with oats or wheat, or bits of broken lucifer matches to represent oats; its top is covered with thyme or other sweet evergreen, and a skewer is inserted in one side as a handle to hold it by.

...takes the custom back to the Druidic days, and makes it a form of the solar myth... three supporting sticks of the apple... three rays of the sun, the mystic Name of the Creator; the apple is the round sun itself; the evergreens represent its perennial life; and the grains of wheat, or oats, Avagddu’s spears. Avagddu is the evil principle of darkness - hell, or the devil - with which the sun fights throughout the winter for the world's life.

Pembrokeshire: to rise early on New Year’s morning is considered luck-bringing... also deemed wise to bring a fresh loaf into the house. A rigid quarantine is also set up, to see that no female visitor cross the threshold first on New Year’s morning; that a male visitor shall be the first to do so is a lucky thing, and the reverse unlucky. As soon as it is light, children of the peasantry hasten to provide a small cup of pure spring water, just from the well, and go about sprinkling the faces of those they meet, with the aid of a sprig of evergreen. At the same time, they sing the following verses:

Here we bring new water from the well so clear,

For to worship God with, this happy new year;

Sing levy dew, sing levy dew, the water and the wine,

With seven bright gold wires, and bugles that do shine;

Sing reign of fair maid, with gold upon her toe;

Open you the west door and turn the old year go;

Sing reign of fair maid, with gold upon her chin;

Open you the est door and let the new year in!

The words 'levy dew' are deemed an English version of Llef i Dduw (a cry to God).

Glamorganshire - welsh song sung by boys in chorus on New Year's Day, somewhat after the Christmas carol fashion:

Blwyddyn newydd dda i chwi,

Gwyliau llawen i chwi,

Meistr a meistres bob un trwy'r ty,

Gwyliau llawen i chwi,

Codwch yn foreu, a rheswch y tan,

A cherddwch i'r ffynon i ymofyn dwr glan.

A happy new year to you,

Merry be your holidays,

Master and mistress - everyone in the house;

Arise in the morning; bestir the fore,

And go to the well to fetch fresh water.

Everywhere in Wales - Twelfth Night Custom, Mari Lwyd: the Skeleton of a horse head adorned with 'favours' of pink, blue, yellow etc. Bottoms of two black bottles are inserted in the sockets of the skeleton head to serve as eyes. They carry this object about from house to house, with shouts and songs, and a general cultivation of noise and racket. A duet is sung in Welsh outside a door, the singers begging to be invited in. If the door is not opened the tap on it, and there is frequently quite a series of Awen sung , the parties within denying the outsiders admission and the outsiders urging the same. At last the door is opened, when in bounces the merry crown, among them the Mary Lwyd, borne by one personating a horse, who is led by another personating the groom. The horse chases the girls around the room, capering and neighing, while the groom cries, 'So ho, my boy - gently, poor fellow!' and the girls of course scream with merriment. A dance follows - a reel, performed by three young men, tricked out with ribbons.

Aberconwy in Caernarvonshire: The Penglog (a skull, a noodle) is a similar custom peculiar to Aberconwy, but in this case the horse's skull is an attention particularly bestowed upon prudes.

Pembrokeshire: Cutty Wren is a twelfth night tradition. A wren was placed in a little house of paper, with glass windows, and hoisted on four poles, on at each corner. Four men bore it about, singing a very long ballad:

O! where are you go-ing? says Mil-der to Mel-der, O! where are you go-ing? says the youn-ger to the el-der; O! I can-not tell, says Fes-tel to Fose; We're go-ing to the woods, said John the Red Nose, We're go-ing to the woods, said John the Red Nose!

The purpose of this right is to levy contributions. Another custom was 'tooling' and its purpose was beer. It consisted in calling at farmhouses and pretending to look for one's tools behind the beer cask. 'I've left my saw behind your beer cask.' a carpenter would say; 'my whip', a carter; and received the tool by proxy, in the shape of a cup of ale. The female portion of the poorer sort, on the other hand, practised what was called sowling, asking for 'sowl', and receiving, accordingly, any food eaten with bread, such as cheese, fish, or meat. The custom is still maintained, and 'sowling day' fills many a poor woman's bag. The phrase is supposed to be from the French soul, signifying one's fill.

#wales #welsh polytheism #welsh folklore

[iztarshi]

Mechanicsburg Solstice

Aah! I’ve noted before that Agatha gets a lot of solar imagery around Mechanicsburg. Descending on a flaming chariot is my favourite, and it also seems like she takes the town at Midsummer and returns to it at Midwinter within the story, thanks to the six month time skip.

Here we seem to have a midwinter festival that’s straight out of The Golden Bough.

The Heterodynes aren’t Sun Worshippers, but as the Castle says, it’s a very good guess. Rather the Heterodynes seem to symbolically be the sun, stripped of its power (the Castle and Jägers) during the longest night and hunted down to be sacrificed and renewed.

There’s also an element of inversion festival (which Christmas did used to be, and which things like the Mari Lwyd, which seems more like a halloween thing to modern sensibilities, still show echoes of). The Sparky twist is that the sanctioned chaos of the inversion festival is a mob chasing down the town’s Spark... even the best behaved minions need a chance to let off steam! For tonight they can avenge themselves for the Heterodyne’s excesses.

As a last note: the Jägers must know, but Jägers have a knack for loopholes. It’s better to allow this, and therefore I suspect they “forget” it happens once they take the troth.

#girl genius