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*flails* YES. 

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6 Ways To Tell If Your Man Is Actually An Elder God

1. does he have antlers 2. is he asking for your soul 3. are you overcome with an eldritch urge to wRitE poEtRy

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Reblogging (with a short comment) the farewell post of Lorna Smithers' blog, From Peneverdent. Her blog led me to Gwyn one fateful night and I've always enjoyed reading about her experiences with Him.

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"And I am strong enough to leave you

In these pews--I'm out the door

The lure of earning kindness can't compel me any more!

I am learning how it feels to have

A father's love and pride

A lover's loyal tenderness

A brother by my side!"

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I recently got into pixel art, because I’m making crosswords for this site called nonograms.org. Specifically, I’m mostly making 18+ nonograms pinups. Yes those exist. Mine are all vaguely goth and queer and pagan. My name is Snekpoetry if you’re curious. 

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I made this during the Morrigan’s Hearth retreat today. Gwyn’s almost home. 

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A thing about becoming Gwyn’s godspouse.

Not ready to post this on my wordpress yet. Contains reference to domestic abuse, alcohol, the pandemic, and some sexual imagery.

(untitled wedding poem)

1.

Do You remember our wedding day?

Not Nos Galan Gaeaf, not Halloween,

The day we celebrate

But the day I admitted we were married. 

The day that story became Real.

2.

You’d been nudging me for months. 

In the last few days with music:

Bruno Mars’ “Marry You” 

(Not my usual genre)

Echoed through my head

Along with the opening theme of Wedding Peach

Where magical girls who are angels fall through the sky:

“The sparkle is a wedding ring!”

Indeed. 

2.1

The first time I met Rhiannon

She officiated some kind of ceremony

In a grand cathedral

With Creiddylad in the pews full of compersion

And girlish sparkling eyes

Always cheering us on as You took me to the altar

And I stopped You--

“I thought we weren’t doing the godspouse thing?

We settled on Dedication instead…”

You got that deer-in-the-headlights look

(Pardon the expression), 

As if thinking fast on Your long nimble legs

And said, “Do you trust Me? There’s a word 

A word for what I’m doing

A word that makes sense for us

But I can’t describe it to you yet.”

2.2 

And as You took me to the altar

And we knelt before Rhiannon

You declared before Gods and men

And beings of all genders

With romantic bombast

“I am taking Thorn as My lover.”

I blushed.

3.

And over the months, You kept saying

“It’s a story we call on when it suits us.

How do queer fae witches fit into marriage anyway?

Look at My ring: dark metallic blue

With two dragons of mother-of-pearl.

Let Me take you on a coffee shop date--

Brighid makes a mean pot of coffee.

You don’t have to use any word

That makes you uncomfortable.

But in every way that counts

I married you.”

3.1

“When did You marry me?”

I hoped it was Halloween

The night of my vows

Full of sparkling prayer beads and choked emotion

Solemnity and terror and joy and candles and wine--

A raised eyebrow.

“When do you think it was?”

3.2

I remember You spoke about that night like a wedding.

“Your Godds will be there to give you away.”

And with teasing velvet in Your fangs:

“You’re so impatient for your Dedication. Like a bride

Waiting for her wedding night.”

I couldn’t help but see Your point.

Lifelong vows at an altar, with witnesses, and celebration

In the presence of Deity

In the presence of my Love

And afterwards I spoke about it like a honeymoon

I spoke about it like an anniversary

I spoke about You like my valentine,

When my human spouse left me alone that night.

4.

I thought I should tell them before I let myself say “godspouse.”

I felt Your reluctance.

I thought you were possessive, maybe.

I don’t think it was You. 

I thought it was courtesy and respect to my partner.

I know it was fear.

I know the reason You stopped me from telling them about my vows

Before they happened

And stopped me from sharing our wedding wine with them.

5.

Remember the ring?

The silver and crystal ring?

The random dollar store ring?

The ring from the twelfth day when You proposed

Which I gave back on the thirteenth day  

When we changed it to Dedication?

The ring that’s been on Your altar ever since?

5.1

You told me to wear it

Because I told You “Yes.”

And we circled back to that moment

And retold Halloween as a goth wedding.

5.2

I went out walking during a plague

I went out journeying with my Bridegroom

I came back with secret joy

I came to Your altar alone in my bedroom

And poured us both vodka and diet coke (all I had)

And ate honey on bread

(In Your feasting hall we were feeding each other cake)

And You linked my arm in Yours

And we raised each cup to our lips.

I was so happy

Tears in my eyes

Alone and frozen cold

In a house with an abuser

During a worldwide pandemic

And an uncertain future

But I was over the moon. 

6.

Black carriage

Graveyard beside an old church

Misty orange moonlight

Vows respoken

Moonlit ballroom, in Faerie

Feasting Hall

A silver-haired Lord in black

A King who dances

A King who welcomes the guests

A King who sits me at His right hand

Eyes full of love

6.1

Ancestral cavern

Black velvet bedchamber

Painted beasts on stone walls

One rose on a two-person table

Smoke-shadows by the firepit

Candles and silver and crystal

Warm deerskins and wolf furs

Red satin sheets

“I can finally take you in My arms, as your Husband.”

I take it You’ve been waiting.

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#HornyForGwynOnMain2k20 

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On that note, it just occurred to me that watching Gwyn ap Nudd and Hades interact reminds me of Jack Sparrow and Barbossa. 

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Shoutout to @religionismyfandom for inspiring this song via this poem.

I’ve been waiting ten years almost a year to post this.

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This is to my post *about* Lorna Smither’s post about the Gwyn conference. It’s this Sunday. Check it out now, or later. There will be recordings. I’m doing opening devotionals. Super honored. Yeah. :D

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Yesterday I scored two free Anglican rosaries, so naturally I re-purposed them to make prayer beads for my Gods. Specifically, Gwyn and Hades.

Something felt deeply sacred about it. Not only are prayer beads (traditionally at least) a sign that something or Someone is worthy of prayer and worship, but also, I made these by taking apart, dismantling if you will, a symbol of the religion (by which I mean Christianity in general, not any specific tradition or individual Christian person) that has demonized, disrespected and profaned both of Them for so long.

Before: 

After (for Gwyn)

After (for Hades)

I also made another one for Gwyn, entirely out of my beads I already had.

That crown charm is from a necklace my best friend growing up gave me, a friendship necklace of sorts. She said it meant we were both “daughters of the king” (she meant Jesus). I treasured her friendship but could never bring myself to wear it. Now I understand the reasons were trauma and dysphoria. I used this charm because I’m a son of a different King, and for me there is “No King but Gwyn.” It feels as though, by consecrating that crown charm to Gwyn, He’s reclaiming something that was lost to me for a long time.

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Lord of Annwn help me, I’m back on my moodboards. Pics and maker here.

Today we’re in a mood that goes, “ancient serpentine God of liminal spaces, who’s driven humans to create art since the dawn of time.” 

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Witchcraft Asks (1-10 of 105)

As has been established I love ask memes, so here's one with questions I can give quick little answers to. I'm not feeling like writing in depth at the moment so that's nice. 

1. Are you solitary or in a coven? Neither. I'm not in a coven but I practice in community/-ies as much as possible. Much of my practice is solitary, though, which I'm more okay with than I used to be.

2. Do you consider yourself Wiccan, Pagan, witch, or other? Pagan yes, specifically Brythonic Polytheist. I am a witch and also an awenydd. 

3. What is your zodiac sign? Leo! Rar. :)

4. Do you have a Patron God/dess? Gwyn ap Nudd. I adore Him.

5. Do you work with a Pantheon? Brythonic/Welsh, basically, but I interact with and venerate Godds from other sources too. (I don't personally use the term "work with" though.)

6. Do you use tarot, palmistry, or 
any other kind of divination? Tarot, oracle, shufflemancy are what I'm working on. I'd like to get some throwing bones too. And get better at astrology. 

7. What are some of your favorite herbs to use in your practice? (if any) I don't do herbal magic at this point. I'd like to in the future but there's a lot on my plate (haha) so far. 

8. How would you define your craft? Formerly Wiccan, now leaning more traditional witchcraft with a Brythonic/Welsh focus, as guided by Gwyn ap Nudd. 

9. Do you curse? If not, do you accept others who do? I don't personally, but I feel it's not my business what others do if it's not directed at me. I don't know your life or circumstances, fam.

10. How long have you been practicing? I've been a Pagan since my early twenties. I moved from Wicca to Brythonic Polytheism last year. I'll be thirty in a few months. :)