Welcome to my page, Darlings!!!... I'm writer and cosplayer Antoinette Beard. For many years I played Maleficent. HAAAAAAAAAA!!!... I could say that she is my alter ego!!!... DO enjoy every aspect of this blog, as I have in creating it!!!... And, I wish for you all, TO LIVE THE MAGIC!!!... (DO scroll all the way down to the end of this page, so you don't miss ANYTHING!!!)
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This is my raven Diaval, in his humanish form. Hot, isn't he???... Scroll down this page to read my history and to find out more about the Unseellie Court, of which there are myriads of denizens. (I think you'll find it fascinating!!!)
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Buttery Spirits...
What is a buttery spirit?...
This short traditional tale will tell you.
There was once an inn keeper who greatly desired to get rich. To this end, he did everything, absolutely everything, in his power with his business to do so, cutting his expenses as much as possible... He watered his ale. He made meat pies out of dead dogs. He served the smallest possible portions. But, all to no avail. His inn did not show profits. In fact, it lost money, - continually lost money.
At last, the innkeeper got a wise man to help him. The innkeeper and the wise man went to the innkeeper's larder. There, the wise man told the innkeeper, was seated an enormously corpulent buttery spirit gorging himself on any food he could find. The buttery spirit was enjoying himself immensely, slobbering and laughing as he stuffed his bulging cheeks and huge belly. Of course, the innkeeper could not see the buttery spirit, but he took the wise man's words as the truth and took his advice, beginning to serve honest, good meals for the price he asked.
Immediately, the innkeeper began to see success in his business. In time, he asked the wise man to return to his inn. The wise man went right to the larder and saw the skinny buttery spirit whining and whining that he was wasting away. A bit after this, the buttery spirit left the inn, indeed, - for good!.. Terrible greed does not pay!
This short traditional tale will tell you.
There was once an inn keeper who greatly desired to get rich. To this end, he did everything, absolutely everything, in his power with his business to do so, cutting his expenses as much as possible... He watered his ale. He made meat pies out of dead dogs. He served the smallest possible portions. But, all to no avail. His inn did not show profits. In fact, it lost money, - continually lost money.
At last, the innkeeper got a wise man to help him. The innkeeper and the wise man went to the innkeeper's larder. There, the wise man told the innkeeper, was seated an enormously corpulent buttery spirit gorging himself on any food he could find. The buttery spirit was enjoying himself immensely, slobbering and laughing as he stuffed his bulging cheeks and huge belly. Of course, the innkeeper could not see the buttery spirit, but he took the wise man's words as the truth and took his advice, beginning to serve honest, good meals for the price he asked.
Immediately, the innkeeper began to see success in his business. In time, he asked the wise man to return to his inn. The wise man went right to the larder and saw the skinny buttery spirit whining and whining that he was wasting away. A bit after this, the buttery spirit left the inn, indeed, - for good!.. Terrible greed does not pay!
Monday, August 15, 2016
Hobbits, - hobgoblins... What is a Hob?...
The word "hob", or "lob', is is a name for a group of small rustic faeries. Brownies belong to this tribe. Most hobs are kindly beings, unless they are hobgoblins. Many hobs are quite mischievous.
A sinister hob, a headless hob, that William Henderson mentions in his book, "Folklore Of The Northern Countries", hung around a road in England, near Hurworth and Neasham, but could not cross the river Kent, which flowed into the river Tees, because evil faerie creatures do not like to cross running streams. He was exorcised and supposedly laid to rest under a large rock for 99 years and 1 day.
Another hob mentioned by William Henderson was more of the helpful brownie type who liked to be near Sturfit Hall in Yorkshire. He did household chores, as brownies like to do. But, the family he was attached to saw him working one night and thought he was poorly and raggedly dressed, so they gave him a new cloak and a hood. The brownie was delighted with his new clothes and began to sing and dance:
"Ha, - a cloak and a hood,
Hob'll never do mair good!"
And, with that the brownie left. The family never saw him again.
Most hobgoblins are of the tricky type of small faerie, and are fond of practical jokes, many which are not that funny. But, some are really nasty to people. Boggarts and bogles are some of the more cruel hobgoblins.
A sinister hob, a headless hob, that William Henderson mentions in his book, "Folklore Of The Northern Countries", hung around a road in England, near Hurworth and Neasham, but could not cross the river Kent, which flowed into the river Tees, because evil faerie creatures do not like to cross running streams. He was exorcised and supposedly laid to rest under a large rock for 99 years and 1 day.
Another hob mentioned by William Henderson was more of the helpful brownie type who liked to be near Sturfit Hall in Yorkshire. He did household chores, as brownies like to do. But, the family he was attached to saw him working one night and thought he was poorly and raggedly dressed, so they gave him a new cloak and a hood. The brownie was delighted with his new clothes and began to sing and dance:
"Ha, - a cloak and a hood,
Hob'll never do mair good!"
And, with that the brownie left. The family never saw him again.
Most hobgoblins are of the tricky type of small faerie, and are fond of practical jokes, many which are not that funny. But, some are really nasty to people. Boggarts and bogles are some of the more cruel hobgoblins.
Friday, August 12, 2016
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
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