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New Dazzling Mermaid Crowns Inspired by Ariel by Chelsea Shiels

Twenty-seven-year-old Melbourne-based florist Chelsea Shiels was always keen of composing stunning flower crowns, until she came up with the ingenious idea to construct seashell crows.

She confesses to Cosmopolitan: “I’ve always wanted to be Ariel, under the sea. I’m a real beach bum. That was where my obsession with the sea and shells came from.

The royal and bohemian crows are inspired by the rustic beauty found under the sea, its aquamarine colors and the glittering hidden treasures we wish to find in the ocean’s depth. Find them in their Request your custom made mermaid crown in her Etsy shop.

View more of our favorite mermaid crowns here!

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Oh!! Lol, I loved that au idea.

A quick spider for Inktober day 2.

The Spider version of Twig the Sprite based on my own idea.

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You have excellent taste in shoes....Dawn and Marianne are always so sharp!

Quickie for Day 1 of Inktober. Dawn as a fruit bat Vampire, based on this post.

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Ahahahahaaaa, Roland, omg. That's perfect, Glee!!

Catching up on Inktober. Days 3, 4, and 5: Candies, Angel, and Dragon.

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Look at how adorable they are!

Inktober is proving too be murder on my wrist, but I’m pressing on through day 6.

Here’s some more Singing in the Rain AU, where lofty director Bog Seldon let’s it slip that he’s a film nerd.

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folklore; selkies

shape-shifting sea dwellers, selkies often appear as seals, commonly found around the cold shores of northen europe. they can shed their skin and take human form if necessary. a selkie’s skin is its most precious posession, as to lose it would mean they cannot return to sea, and must remain in their human form for the rest of their days.

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This is the best thing EVER!  

“This is my first cabbage! You know, a lot of times they’re kind of soft, but this one is solid! It’s going to be good eatin’!“  “What are you going to make with it?” “Well, this one I’m giving to my parents. You have to give the first one away or you just spoil the whole spirit of gardening.”

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I’ll take the padded cell and all that free time to write fic after fic of none stop Buzzed, Potionless and Butterfly Bog.  

Wait. Do we have a ship name for Dagda and Griselda? XD

New Ship Name

Barring any objections or better ideas, @magically-strange, @goodfae and myself have dubbed the ship of Roland/that-bug-thing “Buzzed”, owing to the buzzing sounds that are her only lines, and because Roland is drunk on Love Dust when they meet.

The Committee will now entertain open debate. *gavel*

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I didn’t know I could ship the thing until you, @gleefully-macabre. Now I ship jerk with the almost-heart of gold and the unloved doormat SO freaking much.  I’mma end up writing a fic. I can feel it.

New Ship Name

Barring any objections or better ideas, @magically-strange, @goodfae and myself have dubbed the ship of Roland/that-bug-thing “Buzzed”, owing to the buzzing sounds that are her only lines, and because Roland is drunk on Love Dust when they meet.

The Committee will now entertain open debate. *gavel*

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Whoa my gosh!!! This is so good!!  I love the little details--like the glass beads from the time his family spent among the giants. I can’t wait for them to see each other for the first time XD

Untitled Potionless Arranged Marriage AU/Fairy Fashion story… thing for Strange Magic Week.

Part 1.

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I like to think they really do live happily ever after....

Cain’t Keep Mah Eyes Off Ya

Roland and Twig from Strange Magic.

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I wanna be that house's witch....

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So I met this guy the other day

who told me how once he was on this road trip, and he was passing through some little mountain town. Apparently, he gets out of his car to go get dinner at this pub, when out of nowhere this dog, he said it was a beagle or something, runs up and bites him right on the ankle, and then takes off running. An older guy was coming out of the pub and sees what happened, and is like “oh shit! The dog that bit you, did it draw blood?”

And at this point, the guy is freaking out, like, was the dog rabid or something?

The old man looks at him gravely and tells him no, it’s worse. He’s cursed. Anyone he bites is doomed to itch constantly. The guy actually starts laughing now, he says “okay, you really had me going there!”

And the old man looks him dead in the eye and says “Don’t leave town tonight. At sundown it’ll start.”

Anyway, so the guy leaves town anyway because this is clearly a crock of crap. But as he’s checking into his hotel a few hours down the road, sure enough he starts itching. And itching. And itching. No way this is a curse, he says.

But it doesn’t go away. He tries showering, he tries oatmeal baths, he eventually even shaves his entire body but nothing works. Even doctors can’t find anything wrong with him.

After months of non stop itching with no relief, he finally decides to go back to the town where he got bit.

He finds the old man at the pub, who says he wondered when he’d be back. Last time this happened the victim was back in a week.

“Last time?”

“Oh, sure, that old mongrel is a mean one alright. But you’re in luck, he’s been knocking up the fine lady dogs of this town left and right.”

The guy asks, “why does that make me lucky?”

Turns out, the old man tells him, he has to go find which litter of puppies the cursed beagle sired. So he and the old man go around seeing all the puppies in town. “Grab the runt of the litter an’ give it a cuddle” the old man instructs.

The guy is desperate by now and doesn’t even question. He spends several days hugging puppies, but to no avail.

Then one morning, reading a paper at the local diner, he turns the page with one hand while itching his neck with the other, and sees a classified ad for puppies who were found, abandoned outside the animal shelter the next town over.

He and the old man drive out to meet the pups. They’re a squirmy bumch, but clearly half beagle. The guy grabs for the nearest one, but the old man stops him. You need the runt, he says.

The man looks the littlest ball of pudge, suddenly apprehensive. “We don’t have to hurt it, do we?”

“Hurt it?! Yer gonna adopt it, sonny.” The old man cackles.

So the guy takes the tiniest puppy, picks him up, and rubs his face into the fur.

Miraculously, the itch is gone! He shouts and laughs for sheer joy! Itching relieved, suddenly he wants a scientific explanation. Why did that work?

“Simple.” Said the old man. “The best cure is the little heir of the dog that bit ya.”

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@endorathewitchwriter if we were...say...fairy sized, we could totally in habit this....

The house from Practical Magic, reproduced in miniature. Found here: http://heatheraspinall.id.au/OwensHouse/Owens%20House%20Tower%20Lantern.html

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I am so ready for the first of Halloween.

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HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!  

Strange Magic Week: Tiny People in Jars

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Reference and inspiration for building homes. Original source here.