#crafting with hazel

[kanerallels]

Shout out to the JoAnn's Fabric customer service email I received about my package possibly not arriving on time that started out with, "Son of a glue gun!"

[heyzeil]

‘This Day Aria’ with Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla because the song is literally them 🩵💛

(White Lily is the bride)

might make more panels later we’ll see

[stbot]

til death do us part: think pink!

[monstersandmaw]

Funky trees from today’s coppicing work.

Anyone care to guess how old that ash stool is in the first image? (top left) the clue is in the width of the base, not the upright.

[not0a0mundane]

Sarah Hazell count your fucking days

[thehazeldruid]

The Dawn Will Take You

~A spell to bind those wishing you harm in their tracks~

What you need

Quick drying clay, mod podge, glue (even play doh will work)

Representation of those wishing you ill will or harm (I used Lego figures) a friend used rocks with faces drawn on them.

Paper to work on (to minimize mess)

A white candle

Cleansing Incense

DO THIS SPELL IN THE MORNING IF POSSIBLE, BEST AT SUNRISE

What to do:

Prepare yourself and your work space as necessary. I had to clear my head with a long meditation before this one, as thinking about the people in question threw my emotions out of balance

Sit for a moment and (if you can see or feel the sunlight) take a moment to let its energy fill you. Feel the heat, the light, absorb it until you’re ready.

Now, light the candle, breathing deeply for a few more moments, continuing to gather energy. Set out the representations of the aggressors on the paper. Followed by the clay, glue or mod podge.

As you think about the actions against you slowing, then ceasing altogether, press the representations into the clay, cover them in glue or mod podge and say “The dawn will take you, from flesh and bone, to earth and stone, and from now on, leave me alone.”

Keep them on the paper until they dry. Keep the items on the paper somewhere where the sun (or any light) will reach them.

Continue with more layers as necessary until they are solidified.

Repeat the chant above every time you add a layer. When it comes to it, unbind the objects. If they start the actions again, repeat as necessary.

Afterwards, cleanse yourself and the space of any negative energy. Meditate, ground, center again if your emotions are out of whack.

Good Luck and Happy Casting Witches

M.G.

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The Hazel Druid

[glassamphibians]

one of nico’s friends needs to hand sew him a cerberus plush from cut up beanie babies

[ambercast]

Abby Cromwell attending the Avant-Garde Ball solo (with Nadine Briggs and Georgie Hicks).

[cameoutstruggling93]

Not me covered in paint making Christmas presents cause im poor lol. My hair is a bit wild

[kanerallels]

Finished a stained glass window granny square, 2 dead 14 injured

[heyzeil]

Happy April Fools’ Day, everyone!

Have some silly doodles I did today! <3

[monstersandmaw]

Spar making update: I’m getting better but the points still need work. Between two of us, we’ve got to make 4000 of them for a thatched roof though, so I’d better get on with it!!

The process involves taking one of the 28” hazel rods in the background of the photo (called ‘gads’) and, using a billhook or a splitting hook (the bigger and blunter of the two blades at the bottom of the photo), and splitting them first in half, and then into either quarters, sixths, or eighths, depending on the thickness of the rod to start with. Then with a pointing hook (smaller of the two blades) you put a three-faced point on each end. They’re kept from drying out and stored for a short while, and a thatcher then twists them into a pincer or staple shape to skewer and secure the thatch of a roof into place.

Spar making is on the Red List of Endangered Crafts so it’s an honour to be continuing this ancient ancient tradition with a few other people.

[heyzeil]

PREACH <3 ^^^^

Y'all have gotta get more insane about platonic relationships like you are about romantic relationships. We need to get more annoying about them NOW. I need to see more meta and losing our minds over them. Get more annoying NOW. More than that. More than that also.

[silverskyeline]

'bad idea, right?' 18+ dofp!logan x f!reader

summary: your father hired him to protect you, not to fuck you. but logan never really liked playing by the rules. (1.7k) tags: set in the 70s, logan goes down on reader, fingering, squirting, lots of dirty talk, messy, overstimulation if you squint, logan calls the reader 'princess, babygirl' etc, for the 'timetravel' prompt for logan promptober.

"that's it, there we go. . ." logan hums, his voice muffled as he eagerly laps at you with his large tongue, "daddy never let you have any fun, babygirl?"

he grins, ". . . but, daddy ain't here right now though, is he?"

you know this is a bad idea, know you shouldn't be doing this. your father's vengeance upon the stranger between your thighs would be so swift and cruel, but you find yourself unable to care.

his tongue expertly drifts through your wet folds as he groans, sending reverberations right to your core. those large, calloused paws of his grip at your thighs, his thick digits pressing into your soft flesh deeply. he's messy, the best kind of messy, lapping at you like an animal, like a man deprived.

"taste so fuckin' good," he grumbles against your pussy, deep hazel eyes finally opening to look up at you. they're glazed, and so is he, his chin dripping with your slick. but he's not done with you yet, "look how fuckin' wet you are already, you're literally dripping. . ."

your cheeks flush at his almost mocking tone, fingers threading through his hair as if to encourage him. you're not sure how you got here, except you are. the moment he walked through that door, sent by your father to protect you, you felt an ache build between your legs.

you could tell he sensed it too, the way his words and sentences were crafted almost expertly to have you wet and wanting all within twenty minutes of first laying eyes on him. no other guard has ever had you moaning like this, soaked like this, splayed out on your back like this.

but you're pulled from your thoughts when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently. your head falls back, moans spilling out into the apartment your father had rented as the man your father had rented devours you.

"such pretty sounds," logan growls against you, tongue flicking before pressing flat against you, "you're gonna wake the neighbours. c'mon, let 'em hear what i'm doin' to you."

your head is spinning, his words causing heat to pool low in your belly. he nuzzles against you, nose brushing against your swollen clit before he dives back down to your entrance, tongue dipping back inside to fuck you. it's almost too much, the way he makes light work of you as if it's so easy, as if he knows your body better than you know it, without even knowing more than just your name.

"that's it," he coos, grinning between your thighs as he kisses his way back up to your swollen bud once more, "moan for me, wanna hear you scream. i told you, want them to hear how good i'm fuckin' you." that's when you feel them, his thick fingers circling against your hole, teasing you, almost warning you.

but it's not a warning, it's a promise. one that you want - no, fuck that, one that you need. you roll your hips a little in response, moaning and whimpering beneath him, pleading without words.

logan smirks, he knows what you need, of course he knows. he saw the way you eyed his hands, the way you watched him flex them subconsciously - he knew you wanted them buried inside of your begging cunt as soon as he entered the apartment, could smell your want, your hunger.

he was paid to protect you, after all, and how better to protect you than to keep you fucked out in his hands at all times?

just one, at first. one finger slides inside, testing you. it's tight, really tight, and wet, a soft slick sound filling the air as his finger slides inside of you. "oh, been a good girl have you?" logan teases, but it's not like he cares how many people you've been with before him. he's the only one who's ever going to matter, anyway.

then another, you're gasping and moaning at the feeling of him filling you. his fingers are pretty big, much bigger than your own. his tongue dances across your clit, urging you to relax as he stretches you, and you do. he feels you settling, a groan rumbling from his throat as he eases into you.

but when a third finger enters on the next thrust, you're gripping the sheets and calling his name. it's thick, his three fingers filling you almost completely. you wonder how big he actually is and how he compares to his fingers, but your thoughts dissipate as he begins pumping them in and out of you steadily.

"that's it, there we go. . ." logan hums, his voice muffled as he eagerly laps at you with his large tongue, "daddy never let you have any fun, babygirl?"

he grins, ". . . but, daddy ain't here right now though, is he?"

your breath catches in your throat, looking down at him through hooded lids as he fucks his fingers into you faster. his eyes are locked on yours, lips and tongue lavishing your clit with the attention he knows it deserves.

"never had a man like me before, have ya?" logan mumbles, mouth half full with you, "never had a man to really show you how it's done."

you'd answer if you could, but your mind feels like liquid, unable to form or grip any solid coherent thought other than you don't want this to stop, don't want it to ever stop. instead, you tug at his hair, moaning his name over and over like a prayer. his name tastes sweet on your lips, a name you know you'll be calling out in a lust-filled haze on nights when you're particularly lonely. nights where you want, crave the touch from that stranger who nestled between your thighs and lapped like you were a fresh spring and he, a desperate parched man.

he feels you flutter around his fingers and he smirks against your clit. the sweet symphony of your moans reverberating against his ears has his dick twitching in his jeans, aching for release, aching to replace his fingers.

but not now, not while you're writhing so perfectly for him, coming undone at just a few strokes. you wonder how you would handle his cock when you're already close to bursting with his fingers, but who could blame you? the way he curls and pumps and glides them in and out of your tight pussy, you'd think he already knew all of your sweet spots, knew you inside out, without knowing you at all.

logan is just a stranger, but you know the memory of him will be burned between your thighs, making you throb, forever.

"gonna cum, aren't you?" he growls against you, picking up the pace. his fingers curl just slightly, enough to brush against your spongey g-spot on the next thrust, just enough for you to tense up and gasp.

you can't deny it either, there's a tidal wave coming that threatens to destroy you. it's rising slowly. you can't stop it. and it's crafted by him, by the man between your thighs. but you don't want to stop it, you just worry about who you'll be when you resurface on the other side, gasping for air, lost at sea, changed forever.

nodding, you let a whine slip from your lips, feeling a sensation build, your breathing ragged. it's coming, you're cumming. and instead of taking it easy on you, calming the waters, logan encourages the overwhelming waves with a curl of his fingers.

that's all it takes, all it takes for you to cum harder than you've ever cum before. you feel a gush, hot liquid coating your thighs and along his face as he fucks his three fingers into you deeper, hitting that same spot in every thrust. you're screaming his name, fist clenching in his hair in an iron grip as you roll your hips against his face. he's taking it too, tongue assaulting your clit in all the right ways to increase the pitch of your desperate screams.

and he loves it, loves the way you become so messy for him, coating those fresh sheets and his skin. he's moaning too, not that you can hear it over your ecstasy, but it's there, low like a growl beneath every cry.

"good girl. . ." he groans, pumping his fingers in and out of you relentlessly as you clench around him rhythmically, feeling his cock throb in his jeans at the sensation. he just knows you'll take him so well, knows you'll sound even better when it's his fat cock you're cumming around instead of his fingers.

it's almost too much, feeling yourself come apart at the seams as he stitches you back together with those calloused fingers of his through each thrust. and just as quickly as the waves come, they calm all at once, washing over you slowly, sending goosebumps rippling across your soft, supple skin. logan slows too, licking stripes along your cunt to catch the remnants of your release.

"holy shit," he grins wolfishly, proudly as he presses a few kisses to the inside of your thigh, "don't need to introduce myself to the neighbours anymore, i guess, already know me by name."

you flush deeply, running your fingers through your hair as you release his, resting back against the bed fully. there's a witty quip on the tip of your tongue, but it melts away at the feeling of him pulling his fingers out of you.

"this. . . can't happen again," you whisper, shaking your head as your eyes fix on the ceiling above you.

but logan smirks, he knows you don't really mean that. knows you're just trying to convince yourself that you won't crave him in your core, that he won't flash in your mind when another person finds their home between your thighs.

"whatever you say, princess," he shrugs, sitting up as he wipes your delicious slick from his beard and chin.

you glance up at him, his bare chest, muscles tensing coupled with those pretty blue jeans. fuck. fuck. this wasn't happening. dad would kill him, kill you too probably.

"but," you find yourself beginning to speak, unable to stop the words from fighting their way out, "suppose it could be our secret. . . if it did."

ah, there it is. there's the admission logan knew was coming. he knew it was gonna come the second he wrapped his lips around that swollen little clit of yours. you just needed someone to fuck you right, fuck you proper, fuck you dirty like you deserve.

besides, logan never really liked playing by the rules, anyway.

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Hazel Craft Forest, 2023

[thehazeldruid]

Dooku's Prideful Fall

A Spell To Cause Someone’s Pride to Be Their Undoing

Inspired by Count Dooku taunting Anakin, and his own pride in his prowess being his ultimate ending. ** And by Pride, I mean overbearing, seven deadly sin level pride as “excessive belief in oneself or one’s own abilities”

What You’ll Need

A taglock that you are able to cut (Something to tie the spell to the person it is directed at. A picture, hair, an item of theirs etc.) In my case, I used a picture (cause let’s be honest, beheading Dooku was a good end, and cutting the picture of the target just made me feel better.)

A similar cut-able taglock that represents this person’s pride (i.e. a baseball card if they are proud of their athletic abilities, or cloth if they’re proud of their clothes. Etc.)

A violet or purple candle

Scissors or a knife

What To Do

Prepare yourself as necessary. Meditate, ground, shower, build or channel the energy for the working. Whatever it is that you do to prepare for spellwork.

Prepare your work space. Clean and prepare the tools and items you will be using. Arrange them in your space, put on music and do whatever you need to to get your space ready for the work.

Light the candle and hold the taglock for the person in your hand.

Focus on it, on the person you are directing the magic at, and say “Blinded by pride in yourself, you’ve risen far too high.” Place that one down, pick up the item representing their pride and hold it in your hand, say “Swelling pride deep within, chiefest of the deadly sins.”

Take the scissors or knife and hold it over the taglock. Say “So close you are to the burning sun, let your pride blind you now.” Cut the taglocks, envisioning in your mind that the person who is so blatantly proud has stumbled and fallen, due to being too confident in themselves, or actions, considering whatever it is they are so proud of. Say “And as your eyes are on the prize, the truth shall be revealed. Your pride will catch you, hold you down. And undone your plans will be.”

Keep the pieces of the taglock separate. Throw them away in different trash cans. Or if you’re keeping them, keep them in different places. If at first it does not succeed, you can always cut them into smaller pieces. I suggest protecting yourself with a shield spell, or other magical protection either before or after the working, just to be on the safe side.

Clean up and that’s all!

Good Luck and Happy Casting Witches!

M.G.

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The Hazel Druid