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Mielikki, Mistress of the Woods

Mistress of the woods, Mielikki, Forest-mother, formed in beauty,
Let thy gold flow out abundant, Let thy silver onward wander,
For the hero that is seeking For the wild-moose of thy kingdom;
Bring me here thy keys of silver, From the golden girdle round thee. Fair Mielikki, forest hostess, Spake these words in meditation:
‘Claws I should be pleased to give him, And with teeth endow the wonder,
Would he not abuse the favor.’ “Swore the bear a promise sacred, On his knees before Mielikki,
Hostess of the glen and forest, And before omniscient Ukko,
First and last of all creators,
That he would not harm the worthy, Never do a deed of evil.
Then Mielikki, woodland hostess, Wisest maid of Tapiola,
Sought for teeth and claws to give him.
O Mielikki, forest-hostess, Tapio’s wife, thou fair Tellervo,
Call thy dogs and well enchain them, Set in readiness thy hunters,
Let them wait within their kennels. Filled with kindness was the forest, Glen and woodland full of greetings,
Tapio showing greatest favor.Read the restmielikki1bs


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Major Arcana: The Empress

She is the Mother, the Lover, the Goddess. She is wrapped in a wealth of luxuries, in abundance and opulence. She brings with her care and nourishment, the birth of art and creativity, of connections and happiness. She is the Empress and she governs Life. In her footsteps the world blooms, ideas take root and hearts grow stronger. At her touch the nature celebrates in the richness of summer both in spirit and matter. For all things stagnant she brings new hope, new sparkles and sensuality, new reasons to laugh, new reasons to reach out to others. Even better reasons to reach out to ourselves and awaken. Within her lies the mystery of the feminine, from the pleasures of passion to the joy of play. From the nurturing protection to generous sharing of the world. She is the Empress. May we all be so fortunate as to have her influence our lives, may we all dare to step forward to meet her and embrace her teachings.  The whole look was inspired by the makeup by Fallen Gods Inc., which in turn was created for the Create Your Own Tarot event.… Read the restempress1bs

Space Bunny: Guardian of Fluffzoid 8

The thing about the space bunnies of Fluffzoid 8 that isn’t mentioned to the tourists is that their leaders are shapeshifters. One moment a fluffy hoppy thing of bright colours, the next a guardian female of telekinetic powers strong enough to toss trespassers into orbit. They take their job of guarding their smaller kin seriously: the majority of the bunnies are unable to shapeshift and simply enjoy their curious lives on Fluffzoid 8 sniffing, nuzzling and flopping about to enjoy the suns in the turquoise grass. What is widely known, however, is that not one single bunny has been taken off-planet in the known galactic history. There are continuous attempts of course, ranging from official zoo and research expeditions to downright pet poaching. They all fail. Therefore the only way to pet a space bunny is to travel to Fluffzoid 8, follow the safety regulations, bring treats and behave yourself. You never know who is hiding underneath that teal fluff and wiggly nose.Read the restfluffzoid1bs

Saving Siluri: Quirk & Co. Adventure

“This is it,” Al-Epzi whispered, although the blindfold kept the Messtic from actually seeing anything. Perhaps he felt his surroundings from the yarn. “Ye sure?” Duncan MacTavish asked, more out of reflex than doubt. He was already busy figuring out how to cut the damn thing down. “Yes, this is the Amulet of Shiny Things. It is needed to liberate Siluri from the confines of the Dread Fish Tank.” The Messtic kneaded the ball of yarn in his paws, forming cryptic patterns with the yarn. “You’d think that she’d be more careful after that business with the damn tuna net,” Symeon muttered, keeping his one good eye on the surroundings. If the Fiji Purrmaid had heard her companions, she would have surely commented on how it is not her fault that her beauty is irresistible and captivating to the degree that she finds herself as the captive more often than not. As it was, she was fluttering with the white fish of extravagant fan tails of feminine wiles in the bejewelled tank behind the Oracle Rise.Read the restquirkyadventure1bs

Slithering in the White Nights

Sun is returning from its long sleep. These are the nights to be careful when it barely sets, lingering stubbornly around, threatening the night-dwellers with its radiance without a moment of rest. We become bound indoors: draw heaviest of curtains, head to the basements, perhaps even journey to south where they still have proper nights even in the summer. Unless one happens to be either extremely adventurous or inexcusably lazy, or a bit of both. Then you can rely on learning where and when the burning rays draw their blazing patterns and which parts of the terrace are safe for a few hours. The white nights are warm, the light merely a soft haze instead of invading rays. The sensation — or perhaps the promise of danger in the silent air — makes even borrowed blood run faster in the cold veins, makes long cold limbs stretch and slither and bask in the shadow of the sun once more. Just for the summer. The body suit is a part of an outfit by SAKIDE and the snake jewelry and shoes are by House of Rain, both available in World Goth Fair.… Read the restslithering2bs

The Sound of Bones

The sound of the bones is soothing. They clatter gently in the evening breeze, each touch a hollow sound, echoing into the night. 
They know things, the bones. The older they are, the more they know. Secrets long forgotten, secrets taken to the grave, secrets buried deeper than the graves ever were. If you listen well, if you can hear with more than your ears, you can catch their whispers, the faded words, the forgotten languages. If you listen to the silences between the hollow sounds you will understand. Understand and be able to ask questions. Ask, answer and to have whole quiet conversations within the dead echos of the worlds; ours and all the others. You can find the outfit by Livid, bow tie and nail ornaments by Bliensen + MaiTai, poses by [Black Tulip], eyes by Pin Me Down and the furniture by 22769 ~ [bauwerk], *NeverWish* and Chaos Panic & Disorder all from World Goth Fair. Scene: 22769 ~ [bauwerk] Balloon Chair Black, Candlehouse, Gothic End Table, Petroleum Lamp, Cognac Bottle & Glass* | *NeverWish* Coffin Chair & Bone Chimes* | Chaos, Panic, & Disorder – Plushie Bat (Black&Red)* Body: Skin: Pink Fuel – Doll V2 Vamp | Hair: +Spellbound+ Velvet Jet Black | Eyes: Pin Me Down – Mori Greyscale 4* | Eyeshadow: Beautiful Freak – Jackal Red* | Hands: Slink Outfit: Livid – Batcave Dress Fangtasia Night Out, Gothic Fetish Platform Boots, Bat Ring Black* | Tights: ~Cannibelle~ Gothic Lace Suspender Tights | Nail Ornaments: (Read more...)

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Twilight Delights

It’s strange to bid farewell to the cold lights and dark nights. Winter can be many things, but it is always familiar. It always encourages safety and comfort instead of whim and curiosity. It is also blissfully dark, the lights dancing within it more natural decor than a light source. Then suddenly the nights are not dark anymore, there’s nowhere to hide, the light has invaded and won the world. Even the creatures of the night have their share of the soft illumination, brushing against the pale skins and dark strands of hair. Cloaks and coats are removed, flower-scented air inhaled, warmth of the night experienced as the miracle that it is. There’s no greater magic than the one that returns life to us every spring. No greater magic than the one that turns the dark starlit nights into warm haze of twilight delights and brings forth the sun that never sleeps, the Magic of Summer. World Goth Fair has just opened. This year the event takes place only in Cursed (the event area up in the air). … Read the restdarkqueen1bs

The Critter Adventures in the Fairelands

They arrived on boats, rowing or sailing with determination. They swam through dangerous oceans, tirelessly snorkeling forward. They floated down peaceful rivers, sightseeing while traveling. The cleverest ones even used improvised parachutes. They came to see faraway relatives, to exchange news and catch up. They came to meet new friends, to admire art. They came to pay respect to the Great Heroes of Legends. Or to shop for items not available anywhere else in the realms. Or to enjoy delicacies out of our world. They came to play and adventure. To have a moment of silent soothing peace with good companions. Perhaps to even fall in love a bit. Most definitely to snuggle in romantic scenery. And eventually, at the end of the day, they came to enjoy the music, to sit down, have a cup of coffee and watch the view. They came to watch the Fairelands, to live in them for the brief time they are connected to our world. As everyone should. The critters visited the Fairelands this year.… Read the restCritter Adventures - Pandas in Vallacia 2

Time for Dances and Delights

The day felt too long. The sun was bright in my eyes, the hours toward evening seemed to drag on for an eternity. As the evening breeze brought solace to the heat, the first of the fairies emerged. Their dance, the peacefully floating sparkles eased the anxiety of waiting. The lanterns were slowly lit, the scent of evening roses filled the air, the night began its approach in a slow, gentle embrace of shadows. It is time. Time for masks and mysteries, dances and delights. Time to forget the strength of sun and embrace the solace of night. It is time for the Masquerade Ball. The first ever May Day Masked Ball takes place this evening in Fantasy Faire. The Ball is 5-7pm SLT in Poseidon’s Abyss. It is hosted by DJ Gabrielle Riel of Radio Riel and during the Ball there will also be an announcement of the King, Queen and Chancellor of Fantasy Faire. Both The White Armory and Bliensen + MaiTai can be found in the Spires of Andolys, Illusions has its Faire-store in Ichi-go Ichi-e.… Read the restmaskedballsunny1bs

Dream and Play

We play. There is no night and day down in the depths, there’s just awake and asleep, dream and play.  Sometimes we leap higher with our friends and companions, leap higher and witness the strange lands of the two-tailed people with their clumsy movements and strange sounds.  Sometimes when the awake time up above gets really warm and the surface waters caress every motion like a lover, we approach the land to marvel at the beauty such clumsy creatures manage to conjure. Such halls, such statues! My favourite spot is one of the stone-shaped hippocampi, a friendly creature whose spirit is slumbering in silence. I can feel him through the stone, basking in the sun. Perhaps one day he’ll awaken, rise up and leap back into the waters to play with us. Perhaps one day the clumsy two-tailed creatures will do the same. Perhaps one day they’ll learn to breathe properly and join us. Perhaps one day we’ll play. Until then we will just visit: their lands, their halls, their statues and their dreams.Read the restoceanica2bs

The Goblin Queen

“More loots. That’s what it’s all about, you know, being a Queen. You get to choose first from everything’s that’s raided, stolen, scavenged and generally looted and pillaged all over.” “See my helmet? From the leader of some fancy wing zooming folks …somewhere. If not a leader, at least an officer. At least it looks like it, yah? Freaking fanciest thing I’ve ever worn, had to have at least ten sticky-handed gobs kicked in the trenches for trying to claim it first, the ingrates.” “The sword? From some barbarian fellow. Made a lot of noise, was practically naked, completely not poison-dart-proofed. ‘s heavy like seven hells, but it looks impressive!” “The important thing is to make sure you have fancy boots, tallest helm and a lot of magic on your side. ‘s what they respect: big helmets and shiny footwear. ‘n some blood magic goes a loooong way.” This post is befittingly about the Fantasy Faire Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny.… Read the restgoblinqueen3bs

The Surfaces of Light

Sometimes the sea is lit from above. The light slides lower within the waves like it had a will of its own, like it was stretching or reaching. Like it is calling.
There’s sparkles there, dancing patterns, delightful in their motions, alluringly restless and alive. The calm steady embrace of the sea feels too quiet, the soft glow of the plants too subtle, even the rougher currents of the storms too steady. Sometimes when the light reaches down, I reach back. I glide higher, feeling it envelope me, taking my hand, pulling me higher. I can hear its whispers and all the warnings of my elders fade away. Up there — up here — everything is light! The colours, the strange water around me called air; so delicate, thin and light to move through. The colours overwhelm me, the dancing bright things floating higher… always higher. Just like I did, reaching for the surface despite warnings. I wonder, if I reached even higher, would my gliding reach another surface, break another barrier, bring me to yet another lighter place?Read the restwatersprite1bs

The Dance of the Frost Daughters

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Eleven Days of Enchantment

The transition was smoother this year. No lands were lost and the amount of magical energy required to form the Fairelands was at such high levels that the continent grew to the size never seen before. The Fairelands are awake now and like all living things, reaching toward the spring light, basking in it, full of life and promise. Full of magic and enchantment.
All is prepared, the feasts have been set, the portals polished, the welcoming fairy dances practiced, the dragons pre-lectured about not eating any visitors.
The Fairelands are here, the magic has arrived. You have eleven days to step through a portal and join the Faire Folk before the spells anchoring the Fairelands into reality fade once more. Eleven days to live in the fantasy world continent, eleven days to be all you want to be. Eleven days of enchantment.  Fantasy Faire 2015 has just opened! You can begin your journey here in the Fairelands Junction, which has portals to all the other sims.… Read the restwelcome2bs

The Bunny Painter

“When will the Bunny Painter arrive, Uncle?” “Nobunny knows, young Splatter. She comes on a whim and a wish, when the spring sounds grow to a melody, when the scents of newgrowth tickle your nose, when the sun warms your ears. You close your eyes for a moment and there she is! “She paints everybunny colourful to celebrate the soon-summer, all the colours of the flowers and grass and sky and rainbows and birds and plants and stars and-“ “Stars aren’t colourful, Uncle. They’re just sparkly.” “That’s only because you’re so young you haven’t been painted yet. Just you wait, young Splatter. Just you wait. When the Bunny Painter colours your life, even the stars will sparkle in brilliant glowing tones, alive and laughing!” “I’ll stay up all night to see the colourful stars! All night! ‘n then I’ll wink at them and we’ll laugh together, the stars and I and the Bunny Painter.” Magic of Oz Holi 2015 Hunt has started and lasts until April 16th.… Read the restbunnypainter1bs

The Glass Prison

What brought the curious fauna to the library window of the Nautilus? There was always some sealife in sight, possibly just passing by, possibly trying to figure out what the great metal beast really was. Did they find the bizarre instruments and objects rare treasures, like the items humans hunt from the bottom of the sea, things that to the sealife are perfectly common and unimportant? Or were they there to gaze at their captured kin, forever taken from them in their tiny display cells, locked away from the world, all for science? Or perhaps they were there to say hello, to greet the prisoners and to try and communicate with the strange metal beast, to see if it’d release what it took. Sadly, no matter how well they fluttered and shifted, Nautilus never replied. A Tattered Page is still diving deep in the oceans with Captain Nemo, this round is focused on 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne. You can find all the items in the post from A Tattered Page Library.… Read the restglassbetween1bs

Spring Sparkles

Spring arrives with a flourish, with a sweep of her blossoming hems, with a dance in her step and a promise in her tone. She emerges overnight to seemingly barren spots, celebrating with every little peeking bud and shy leaf. She sees the truth behind the tiny marks of growth: the sparks flying, the magic happening, the nature’s energies courting each other. Each flower grows toward the light, toward the sparkles dancing in the complicated web that is nature. It all breathes together, connected, like neurons flashing in response to the change. The trees speak in leaves, in blossoms, whispering their wisdom to the younger plantlife, finding their voice again after the silence of the winter. They speak of growth, of shared life, of sensations so full there’s no separation between where a small flower begins and a grand tree ends. The nature celebrates: it sparkles in lights and flashes, in blooms and grass, in the sweet scent of life. Human eyes might not grasp all the details, all the colours and sparkling scents, but the nature does.Read the restspringsparkles2bs

We Dance Together

We dance together, light and dark. We court each other: reach, shy away, approach, embrace. We define ourselves through each other, through our existence as opposites, as complementing elements. Different. Opposite. Contrasting. Puzzle pieces fitting together, forming a complete picture. In the weave of our movements the magic of colours is born, in those spaces and energies between us they flicker and glow. We dance together, light and dark. The eternal balance of creation, the balance of life. The light and dark nymphs have been conjured up by Fallen Gods Inc. You can still find Lumina’s two versions, Eclipse and Firefly, in a gacha at Fantasy Gacha Carnival. Go try your luck! Avatars: Skin: Fallen Gods Inc. – Lumina Eclipse & Firefly PG* | Hair: Exile – Windsong | Eyes: Fallen Gods Inc. – Glowing Eyes* | Body, Hands, Feet: Slink Poses: Astalianda – Sun Sparkle 2, 2, 4 | Musa – Fantasy Pose 056


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The Piccoli and the Princess

They find their ways into the forest sometimes, the giants. They’re usually lost and confused and need guidance to get out. They don’t understand the normal language at all, and have pitifully small ears for signals anyway. Instead they make sounds, a lot of sounds. Sometimes the animals feel bad for them and join them, sometimes they even use the forest energies to make sounds back at the giants. This always first shocks, then delights them. We know better than that. Every time you acknowledge their presence and feel sorry for them and use a bit of magic to understand which kingdom is now in peril and what they need to save it, off you go on some quest and end up living in a castle full of giants. No, thank you. We piccoli are better off in the forest. Who would train the birds and make the flowers grow if we left with every pretty giant that seemed to be in trouble and in need of help? Nono, not even if you ask nicely. Not even with those giant puppy eyes. Talk to the otter, he’d love to go into a castle.Read the restpiccoli2bs

The Things That Belong to the Sea

It is unknown whether dugongs possess the ability to be curious. In fact, one might think that the slowly grazing marine mammals are unfazed by anything short of all the food vanishing or seas drying up. However, sometimes there are things in the sea that might intrigue even a steadily swimming creature such as dugong. Perhaps it can remember these strange bits and pieces belonging to the two-legged creatures traversing the seas in metal shells. Perhaps it can remember that they do not journey peacefully, but harass its kin often enough to be dangerous. Does it understand that the strange metal pieces littering the bottom of the ocean are a sign of their defeat? Does it realize that the metal shell has broken and the two-legged creatures either swallowed by the sea or fled from its rage back to the land? Perhaps the most important question of all is: does it feel relief at the sight? Maybe even satisfaction? Or is it simply nosing for hidden food between the strange objects?Read the restdugong1bs