#alwyn oak

[witchyligea]

Learning from Alwyn Oak: Self Care (an e-offering to Aphrodite)

🧚‍♂️ A Fairies Guide to Self Care | Potions, Bakes, Mindful reflection 🦋

🕰️When you feel overwhelmed, make good quality time for yourself 3 times that week.

🦋There's always a message to learn from the animals around you. Pay attention to the animals you feel drawn to.

🌈Wearing the colour of the emotion you want to attract can be a very quick mood boost.

🪲Try to connect with nature even if it's hard because you live in the city. Learn about the plants and insects around you. Listen to the rain and the wind. Feed the stray cats and watch as they sleep peacefully on the grass under the sun. Watch the birds bathe in a little pond. Look out for nestlings on the ground who look like they fell down the tree and look after them until they can fly Hell, even look at the people around you. We are a part of nature too, no matter how much we destroy it.

🎨When you keep having depressing thoughts and need to get out of your mind go out and get back in your physical body through activities. You can dance, play an insturment or do arts and crafts.

This post is an offering to Lady Aphrodite, as She is the Goddess of self love. I'm hoping that this post can help those who need it, including myself. I think even if we don't like to be vulnerable being human limits us and that's okay. Blessed be, Ligea

[impossiblelibrary]

"Had I come here on my own, I would have gathered acorns and hen-of-the-woods mushrooms. I would have run my fingers over the emerald moss that covered the great rounded stones. I would have used my hagstone to try to peek beyond the veil."

-- Sharon Lynn Fisher, Salt & Broom

[platinumshawnn]

Bound by Blood and Fire — fancasting

A/N: yall are going to be so sick of me and maybe disagree but I’m posting this for anyone who cares as reference

Kieran Burton (“House of the Dragon”) as BENJICOT BLACKWOOD

Sai Bennett (“The Spanish Princess”) as SERRA TULLY

George MacKay (“Ophelia”) as KERMIT TULLY

Archie Barnes (“House of the Dragon”) as OSCAR TULLY

Max Brown (“Tudors”) as ELMO TULLY

David Oakes (“Vikings: Valhalla”) as SAMWELL BLACKWOOD

Josha Stradowski (“The Wheel of Time”) as EMRYS BLACKWOOD

Alicia Agneson (“Vikings”) as ALANNYS (Mallister) TULLY

Hannah Dodd (“Bridgerton”) as MARYSSA (Lannister) BLACKWOOD

Millie Brady (“The Last Kingdom”) as ALYSANNE BLACKWOOD

Matthew McNulty as SER ALISTAIR

Joe Alwyn as SER ERYN

Harry Gilby as DAVOS BLACKWOOD

Callum Turner as HENRY BLACKWOOD

Roman Griffin Davis as LUCIAN BLACKWOOD

[theravenhairedsorceress]

Just a page from my grimoire -- I made a witch's ladder and wrote down the spell so that I only need to open my grimoire if I need it! I was inspired by Alwyn Oak's latest video to make this. The witch's ladder isn't pictured here but I'll try to take a photo later.

[fairfoxie]

I've only just discovered Alwyn Oak's channel but I am in love with her style of videos and I think many faekin would immensely enjoy this video as much as I have.

[taysdorothea13]

the binky queen

summary: elizabeth alwyn is two things: a binky queen and a tiny terror

authors note: the very first oneshot for come morning light! it’ll be up on wattpad soon enough, i just have to make a cover!

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ come morning light universe ⊹˚₊𐙚⋆

Elizabeth Alwyn was the light of her mothers life, but she was also a tiny tornado that tore through just about anything she could get her chubby little hands on. When the doorbell rings at exactly half nine, Taylor sighs in exasperation, looking between the deep oak door and the disaster zone that had become her living room. Betty sits in the center of the chaos, a too-big cup in her tiny hands, half of its contents splashed across wooden floorboards that soak up the moisture by the second. Taylor had only left the room for a minute. She’d gone upstairs to rescue Meredith from the guest bedroom after a gust of lat autumn wind had blown the door closed, but within the forty-seven seconds that she’d been gone -- yes, she counted them -- Betty had managed to not only pull every pillow off the couch, but spill half a glass of ice water on the floor and the coffee table.

“Who?” Little blue eyes looked up curiously, a light purple pacifier bobbing between pink lips whenever it wasn’t pinched between freshly grown in molars. Taylor smiled through her stress, unable to remain so tightly wound when little eyes that she had made over the span of nine months looked at her so intensely. She stalked across the hardwood, narrowly avoiding the slowly expanding puddle of water, and scooped her daughter up in her embrace where she belonged. Betty had no qualms about leaving behind the half-empty glass of water, cuddling into her mother with a tight grasp on the neckline of her top.

“Tree. She came to see you and Mommy.” Taylor answered with lightness, bringing them both toward the front door with eagerness. She needed seven seconds to herself, the morning already far too chaotic than she was capable of handling, and Betty had only been up from her first nap of the day for half an hour.

Little blue eyes narrowed skeptically, tufts of blonde hair that were savagely pulled into one little ponytail at the crown of her head bouncing as she snapped her gaze toward the door. Taylor frequently called the hairstyle a ‘whale spout’, and it had been her go-to in recent weeks now that Betty was so consistently on the move. It was looking a little worse for wear now, flopping in every direction with each of Taylor’s footsteps, but the white bow hadn’t been pulled out by chubby fingers yet, so she’d take the win where she could. When she opened the door, just barely catching a glimpse at her security guard in the hallway, she was immediately confronted with red hair and the lingering scent of vanilla.

Taylor had no idea what perfume Tree used, the woman kept it a firmly protected secret, but each time she entered a room a trail of expensive delicacy followed her like a golden trail. As she entered the apartment, Taylor noted that nothing had changed, and despite the weeks that had passed since their last in-person meeting, Tree still carried the same luxury scent. It fit her well. Everything about her was prestigious and strict, but there were moments when personality shone through her suit of armor, and that classy vanilla scent transformed into something homely and familiar. It was a fine line that they walked. Friendship and professionalism. Somehow, they made it work seamlessly.

“No Tee.” Betty huffed, crossing her little arms over her chest, the pacifier still bobbing between her lip and she forced her head down onto Taylor’s shoulder, apparently displeased with the woman’s appearance despite inquiring about her presence the night before. Taylor had yet to figure out how her two-year-old and her publicist had such longstanding conflict, but without fail one of them did something to antagonize the other whenever their paths crossed. She had long since stopped trying to encourage peace and had learned to allow the chaotic energy to survive as long as it wanted to stay.

“No binky.” Was Tree’s response, and like she did at least once every time she visited, she pulled the pacifier from between Betty’s lips before little hands could cover it protectively. Betty huffed again, jutting her little foot out in Tree’s direction, and only then did Taylor realize her sock covered feet were saturated in the water she’d splashed across the floor and furniture.

“Back.” Betty demanded, her little hand extending expectantly.

Tree rolled her eyes, but a smirk of undeniable fondness pulled at her lips as she handed the pacifier back to the toddler with darling ringlets at the top of her head. Betty had curls that anybody with sense would envy. Perfect blonde ringlets formed anytime her hair was even mildly damp, a trait she’d leached from Taylor and wore with confidence. Whenever it was dry, brushed out and styled however Taylor could manage, it fell around her ears in beachy waves. Betty was perfect. Nobody could argue that. “I see you're still the binky queen.” Tree laughed fondly, taking Betty from Taylor when the blonde all but shoved the toddler away from her chest with a grimace of overstimulation. She loved being a mother. She loved being Betty’s mother, but god did her child know how to keep life interesting. “And apparently still nothing but trouble. What did you do that your Mama’s so stressed?”

Betty only stared blankly at Tree, probably trying to decide whether she wanted to scream bloody murder until Taylor took her back, or settle into the ginger and accept the cuddles she was being offered. She settled on the latter, and despite the firm pout that hid behind her pacifier, she settled easily into the woman’s arms. “We’ve rearranged the living room and made the floors a slip-n-slide. And we’ve only been awake for half an hour.”

“Uh oh?” Betty questioned, recognizing Taylor’s tone to mean she’d definitely done something she wasn’t supposed to, but what that something was, well she didn’t really know. She still hadn’t quite grasped the concept of what was silly behavior and what was simply naughty. They were still in the stage of Betty being coherent and aware enough to pick up on attitude shifts and tone changes, but not comprehending actions and consequences. Taylor thinks her life would be a lot easier if she could just reason with Betty.

“Yeah, uh oh, you stinker.” Taylor shook her head with a chuckle, stepping back from the entryway so that Tree could enter fully. She closed the door behind the ginger, welcoming her into the disaster zone of an apartment without care for how it reflected her character. Tree had seen the inside of her bedroom during the newborn stage. Nothing would ever be as humbling as Tree having to kick nursing bras and spit-up covered burp cloths out of the way just to make a path toward the bed where Taylor sat in a heap of tears as she bounced a colicky infant. “Will you contain the beast so I can deal with the puddle on the floor? I did laundry last night, there should be a pair of her socks in the hallway if you want to be my favorite person ever and get her out of those wet ones.”

Tree merely waved Taylor off, already marking her course for the hallway. Betty waved over Tree’s shoulder, smiling wide behind the pacifier as she was carried away from Taylor for the first time in over a week. Joe was off filming, residing in a lavish hotel with complimentary breakfasts and being catered organic lunches and dinners. He hadn’t called in almost four days, but even if he was home, the load would still be Taylor’s to carry alone. He hadn’t been fulfilling his fatherly duties and obligations in months, but they’d had that argument already, and it wasn’t a fight Taylor wanted to rehash so soon. Betty didn’t seem to mind the distance, only ever asking for Joe before bedtime when she seemingly remembered that Daddy wasn’t there to mess up her hair like he always did; or, like he used to do.

With Taylor in the kitchen grabbing a towel to clean up the mess in the living room, Wren clasped her tiny fingers around Tree’s nose as the ginger sought out the socks Taylor had mentioned. They were in the middle of the hallway, evidently having fallen from the laundry basket, but it was no surprise that they hadn’t been picked up and placed with the rest of Betty’s little clothes. Taylor had a million things to do, and a pair of pink socks adorned with the tiniest yellow stars was not at the top of her list of priorities. Tree remembered those days fondly.

“Can I have my nose back, Elizabeth?” Tree rolled her eyes, a gleam of false exasperation settling over her features as she narrowed her eyes at the incessantly cheeky toddler. Betty shook her head, tightening her grip, little nails that were bluntly trimmed digging into her skin until they met the tough resistance of bone and cartilage. “You’re your mothers daughter, that’s for sure.” She huffed amusedly. Betty’s stubbornness came as no surprise to anyone. The real surprise would’ve been if she were easy-going.

Eventually, Betty relinquished her death grip, smiling brightly at Tree around her pacifier. She was a sour patch kid at heart. Sour and then ridiculously sweet, and if only to attest to that statement, she snuggled in close to Tree, so close that the ginger could feel every soft suckle of the pacifier against her shoulder. The day Taylor tried to take the binky away was a day Tree would make sure she was halfway across the globe in a location without cell service.

The couch was restored to its intended state by the time Tree returned to the living room, but the water on the floor still gleamed beneath sunlight that flittered in through the windows, and the woman wanted to laugh at the distinct handprint that glimmered by the edge of the coffee table where the glass had initially been swiped from. “My do it.” Betty mumbled when Tree laid her down on the couch to change the damp socks on her tiny feet. Despite the independent demand, Betty still didn’t know how to dress herself, and so Tree merely bypassed the bossy sentence with an exaggerating whooshing sound as she pulled off the sodden socks and replaced them with the new ones.

She had Betty all cuddled up in her lap when Taylor finally finished with the floorboards and coffee table. There was a soft yellow blanket clutched tightly between chubby fingers, and the pacifier bobbed between Betty’s lips at a rhythmic tempo. It was calm, something that didn’t wash over the New York City apartment nearly enough. When Taylor approached, hands outstretched and palms up, Betty batted her away with a displeased huff. “Mama, bye-bye.”

Tree laughed endearingly, her hand flush against Betty’s back overtop of the pink onesie she wears. It has little rainbows printed all across it, little ruffles on the short sleeves that really seal the deal. She’s a vision of innocence and hopeful promise, but she’s also a sassy, opinionated toddler that’s apparently decided she wants to cling to her first found frenemy. Taylor makes a dramatic show of betrayal, her palm splaying across her chest as her blue eyes that Betty shares widen with dramatic flare.

“You don’t want to come cuddle with Mama?” She questioned, but was already across the room, getting comfortable in an armchair that was usually reserved by Meredith, but the feline had chosen to make herself comfortable in the pantry, or at least, that’s the last place Taylor had seen her when she’d been searching for a spare dishtowel.

“No. My stay Tee.” Betty declared with a strong nod, content to stay still for about seven seconds before she resumed her reign of terror. Neither woman minded her antics, but for however long they had her compliance, they’d take advantage of the silence.

“Do you want to come home with me tonight? We can leave Mama here.” Tree teased, wiggling her fingers beneath Betty’s chin, aiming to provoke giggles that warmed her heart, but all she received was an eyeroll that honestly rivaled Taylor’s even when she was beyond pissed off and an annoyed huff.

“No.” Betty whined, wiggling away from Tree and booking it across the room to Taylor, handling the woman her pacifier before she reached for the bag of abandoned goldfish on the side table. Taylor didn’t know if she’d earned her child back because she’d been the closest one to her favorite snack, or because she was so appalled by the idea of spending a night away from Taylor (not that she really understood what Tree was insinuating with her question) but she decided to believe the latter.

With Betty immersed in her goldfish, Taylor and Tree got down to business, discussing promotional shoots and media outings up until eleven in the morning when the sun was unhidden behind skyscrapers. Tree was a busy woman, and so despite wanting to stay and keep entertaining the little whirlwind that had efficiently torn apart the living room again, she picked up her bag and headed for the door, but not without little hands slamming into the back of her thighs, a smiling little face looking up at her from the floor.

“Bye-bye, Tee!” Betty grinned widely, and Tree was half convinced that she was so cheesy because she wanted her gone, but the other half of her knew that beneath all of the banter, she and Betty did have a strong relationship; as strong of a relationship as a toddler could have, that is.

“Bye-bye, Betty. You be a good girl for your Mama, okay?” Tree bent down to kiss the top of her head, an amused chuckle falling off her lips when Betty huffed after a second and wiggled away.

“No.” The toddler proclaimed before she was racing away, heading straight for Benjamin before Taylor intercepted her path and corralled her up into her arms, wanting to avoid another bloodbath like the one that had occurred two weeks prior. One day Betty would realize Benji never liked it when she grabbed his tail, but Taylor feared that was still a long way from happening anytime soon.

“Bye Tree, thank you!” Taylor calls just as the door closes and she’s once again left with only Betty and the silence of an otherwise empty house. She was perfectly fine with that. She was perfectly content to spend the rest of her life with just Betty. They didn’t need anyone else.

[bloodydayshq]

Which families would like more members, and what FCs would be recommended?

Ooh! I love to make some FC recommendations!

mary queen of scots' mother & uncles would be a fabulous edition, and would be worthwhile allies to the young queen and the french royal family (amy bailey, bradley james, david dawson, david oakes, jaime olias, joe alwyn, laura carmichael)

bridget & henry parr's father, the marquess of northampton would surely be loved by our their writers! (damien lewis, nikolaj coster-waldau, viggo mortensen)

jane & richard boleyn's patriach & rest of the family! they are, without a doubt, the most powerful family beside the crown and can really be the most influential if you play your cards right! george boleyn (james frain, linus roache, toby stephens) to rival the influence of the percys, alongside the countess of essex & her husband (kylie bunbury, antonia thomas, ruby barker, aaron cobham, bay gbadamosi, corey mlychreest). mary carey (essie davis, claire forlani, alexandra moen) the sister to anne boleyn herself!

charles butler (the earl of ormind & our current lord of misrule)'s family would be a wonderful way to begin to flesh out a previously untouched family. his wife (claire foy, annabel scholey, jodie turner-smith) and the rest of his brothers & sisters (though bare in mind that the countess of ossory is from the howard family, and so would be a white fc) (habiba ummi mohammed, lashana lynch, ebonee noel, ali nuhu, gendry white, paapa essiedu, stephanie levi-john)

the dudleys (both of leicester & warwick) have close ties with the royal court as of december 1559, though we have a few we would love to see more to take advantage of the prestige that comes with the earl's close council with the princess elizabeth (hulya avsar, beren saat, berk cankat, burak ozvicit, tolga saritas)

and finally the percy dukes & duchesses of the family! we have been blessed to have the three percy siblings who have created their own fair share of drama. clearly, they are on track to stir the most ambition not seen since the ascension of the boleyn family! (joanne whalley, james frain, lucy lawless, richard pepper, ion gruffudd, rachel weisz, rosamund pike, kit harington, lea seydoux, michiel huisman, olly rix, rafaelle cohen)

[gildedfms]

suggestions for mister arundel 34 and miss dormer 27?

mister  arundel  :  jonathan  bailey  ,  callum  turner  ,  david  corenswet  ,  kit  harrington  ,  ryan  corr  ,  anuerin  barnard  ,  david  oakes  ,  francois  arnaud  ,  luke  arnold,  mark  rowley  ,  max  irons  ,  theo  james  ,  joe  alwyn  ,  daniel  sharman miss  dormer  :  arsema  thomas  ,  greta  onieogou  ,  laura  harrier  ,  kylie  bunbury  ,  vanessa  morgan  ,  shannon  thornton

[nekohana65]

Witchy Youtubers

(1) HearthWitch

(2) Chaotic Witch Aunt

(3) The Witch of Wonderlust

(4) The Green Witch

(5) Alwyn Oak

[calendulacraft]

Magic and mystery are everywhere and in each place that is dominated by nature. as Earth lovers, creatives, crafters (and witches) it is part of our work to re-enchant the world and share the magic via art, crafts, and our imaginations.

[sistersatan]

🎃 A witches guide to making October magical 🍁 Ideas, DIYs & Rituals

[witchyligea]

Aphrodite

Tags for my posts and reposts: #aphrodite #aphrodite art (paintings, drawings, moodboards, poems etc.) #prayers to aphrodite #e-offering to aphrodite

Who is Aphrodite? -from @sabrinathepolytheist Why do I believe in Her?

Aphrodite Worship Ideas for the Very Busy Student (July 29)

Learning from Alwyn Oak: Self Care (an e-offering to Aphrodite) (August 12)

Learning from cedarmoon: Aphrodite & Glamour Magick

link to my masterpost

[slaughter-books]

Red book stack! ❤⚘

P.S. I'll be doing a different colour every Monday until I run out of colours to do😋

[galacticpaint]

Haru and Henri's First Samhain - 10/30/2022

We couldn't wait to get started, so we started today. It seemed like the world agreed too because the weather was gorgeous and two turkeys visited our yard! I've never had turkeys visit me at this house.

Our husband unfortunately scared them away by treating them like chickens hehe. But the rest of the wildlife was excited for the seed shower. Squirrels have been playing in the yard all day since.

We decided to wear dramatic makeup today for the holiday. Alwyn Oak on youtube remarked that wearing a costume isn't just to scare away tricksters, but to help the strange feel more at home as it intersects our space this time of year.

And Henri so loves to be strange!

I've spent quite a bit of time outside today. I had to go to the grocery store to buy supplies for the feast on Tuesday night. After that I came home and chose today to dig up all my gladiolus bulbs! I preened the hydrangea while I was out there.

We just got through a surgery and this has been our first major pain free day! It was wonderful.

I cleaned my bulbs up and they're drying now.

AFTER THAT IT WAS MY TURN. SORT OF. HARU STILL VERY MUCH PARTICIPATED IN ALL OF THIS.

ANYWAY. I STARTED MY FIRST POTPOURRI TODAY AS A SPELL FOR OUR HOUSE AND OURSELVES.

A VERY SIMPLE CLASSIC. CINNAMON, VANILLA, APPLE, AND SOME LEMON. A PINCH OF ROSEMARY TOO, AS IT HELPS FIND THE SELF. WE ONLY RECENTLY TOOK THE TIME TO MEET THE SPIRIT OF OUR HOME AND THIS SPELL WAS MEANT TO WELCOME IT TO TELL US ABOUT ITS HISTORY.

While that simmered we also started leaching our acorn harvest! It was very small. This is our first year trying out foraging. I am hoping to bake some bread with these acorns tomorrow.

WHILE WE WERE DOING THAT OUR SISTER CAME BY. SHE BROUGHT OUR CHILDHOOD PET AND WE TOOK A LOVELY AFTERNOON WALK AND CHATTED. SHE HAD TO LEAVE AS QUICK AS SHE CAME FOR HOMEWORK BUT IT WAS NICE TO SEE HER. LOLA DROVE THEM HOME BTW

To wrap up the day we decided to make our mother's chexmix she'd always make this time of year.

2 tbsp worchestersire

2 tsp lemon juice

6-8tbsp melted butter

then garlic salt and onion powder measured with your heart.

most of a box of chex cereal, thin stick pretzels [though they were out today! I had to buy tiny pretzels that I kinda like more], and mixed nuts! Of course any of that is swap out able. But I decided to do what my mother always did ;P

bake it for 45 minutes at 250!

It was so good fresh!

P.S. one of my glads dropped a beautiful wand!

[lamichiganr]

#Birdfeeder This is inspired by Alwyn Oak. #Nature

[joealwyndaily]

Home is…

North London. I grew up in Tufnell Park and have always lived near there. I love it.

What was the last play you saw?

I recently went to see Fleabag, right before it closed. I’d seen the TV series, which is hilarious, brilliant and clever.

Favourite Hotel?

The Covent Garden Hotel. I like that it’s small and tucked away, and nothing feels too revamped or modern. 

Bus, taxi or Tube?

I try to walk everywhere. But if I have to, bus or Tube.

Where would you most like to be buried?

Morbid! Can’t say I’ve given this much thought, but… Highgate Cemetery is really beautiful. Or I’d be cremated and have my ashes scattered on Hampstead Heath, for all the dog walkers.

Where would you recommend for a first date?

I’d say a walk along the Thames, or maybe along the canal towards Broadway Market. There’s a fun cocktail bar called Off Broadway by London Fields.

If you could buy any building and live there, which would it be?

I don’t know if I’d live there, but I’d like to buy a really old London pub, with a nice garden and plenty of fireplaces.

What would you do if you were Mayor for the day?

I’d ban a lot of cars and have people walk more. And I’d also enforce a penalty for people who walk slowly on the Tube. It drives me mad. It’s an assault course!

Favourite pub?

For a Sunday roast I like the Royal Oak on Columbia Road.

What makes someone a Londoner?

An intrinsic sense of liberality and tolerance. It’s a city that’s celebrated for its differences, which makes us unique and strong and who we are.

What do you collect?

Little trinkets from holidays or film sets, and matchboxes from hotels.

Which shops do you rely on?

I like the Muswell Hill Bookshop, which always has a good selection, and the shops, cafés and pubs on Redchurch Street. Also the BFI, Kipferl in Camden Passage, and Toff’s in Muswell Hill for fish and chips.

Have you ever had a run-in with a police officer?

None that we are going to talk about.

Who do you call when you want to have fun?

I’ve got a core group of around six friends who I’ve known since I was about 12. We all live in London and speak pretty much every day. We have a WhatsApp group, but the name is far too embarrassing to share!

Where do you work out?

I played a lot of tennis growing up and I’m trying to start again. I’ve also got some mates who go rock climbing, so I’ve been getting into that.

What are you up to at the moment for work?

I have A Christmas Carol coming out with the BBC. I’ve just started work on Last Letter From Your Lover, with Felicity Jones and Shailene Woodley. And I also popped in for a few days on Joanna Hogg’s new film, The Souvenir 2.

‘Harriet’ is out now