#oghamstaves

[waterfrd]

@oghamstaves​​​

Anything to see Nichole again, that was what Serena told herself upon agreeing to aid what was left of the CIA and America’s government. To have someone who looked strikingly similar to her infiltrate Gilead, pretend to be her and live her life, was strange. But, it was better than the plea deal she was taking before. At least now she wasn’t being poked and prodded at by Canadian doctors any longer. At least now she wasn’t playing the victim. The blonde is escorted into a facility, to take a seat beside this stranger she now had to help relay information too. The two of them were to watch as this other spy took on the role of dutiful Gilead wife. It was Serena’s job to keep this other woman off of the Wall. ❛ Blessed day. ❜ She settles into the seat beside the other, and with that the two are left alone. 

❛ I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m afraid I may be a little caught up on the semantics of it all. ❜ There’s a pause. Should she introduce herself? How much did they already know about her and her life? ❛ Do you do this sort of thing often? Pretending to be someone else, I mean. ❜

[quickchangeartist]

The carved raven head, stained with vinegaroon, became a gathering bead for this leather bag I made for @dustyvixen ! When it's fully open, the end caps on the drawstring sit in its beak like a sprig of berries. Or, indeed, like Raven stealing beads. I made the bag from one of my own leather jackets and some variegated woolen thread my late grandmother gave me (chosen more for my own attachment than for colour), and is lined with a black cotton printed with golden feathers, to keep to the raven theme. If desired, the bag can be inverted. Inside the bag, I crafted a full set of ogham staves from applewood branches, harvested and hoarded from my last house (now demolished, the apple trees torn up and mulched with everything else). I shaped and burned each one by hand, and rubbed in deep my home blend of beeswax and penetrating oils to keep them smooth and good in the hand. (Thanks to @dustyvixen also for taking these pictures for me, in my excitement to give presents I forgot to take any snaps myself.) . . . . . . . . . . . #ogham #oghamstaves #oghamsticks #oghamset #applewood #barkon #woodcarving #woodcraft #woodworking #woodburning #pyrography #leather #leatherwork #leathercraft #leatherbag #drawstringbag #pagancrafts #celticogham #crow #raven #bead #stickcraft https://www.instagram.com/p/B9oxYqMhyE6/?igshid=fajo22lrexwz

[stillwaterteacupart]

• Ogham divination set • made from birch saplings that were cut while clearing a trail, this is a set of 19 letters that originated in oral tradition and were carved on standing stones by Celtic peoples in the British Isles. This form of alphabet is probably at least 2000 years old, and was used as sign language as well as for special intentional purposes, like marking graves or for magic. Each letter stands for a specific type of tree, which has its own symbolic meaning. Although using these symbols for divination is likely a new use for Ogham that was not performed in the past, it is an incredible way for anyone interested in connecting with ancestors (spiritual or blood) from the British Isles and with the medicine of these trees. The bag is also hand-sewn and hand-dyed with indigo. This set is a gift for my lover, but I plan on making more in 2020… … https://www.instagram.com/p/B6XNZ6Uhkol/?igshid=ko4j1i6wus9e

[forevaer]

@oghamstaves​ said :  “ i knew you’d come back to me. ” 👀👀👀

her lips pressed together when he spoke, eyes narrowing just a touch as she fought back the urge to say something she’d probably end up regretting later on. “don’t sound so satisfied,” she muttered, her voice a bit huffy as her hand came up to rest on his chest, faint sigh escaping her nose as she did. “girls like me like feelin’ like they’re fought for, so you gotta start at least actin’ like you’re worried i’m not comin’ back.” she punctuated the end of her sentence with her pointer finger tapping against his chest, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she did.   she couldn’t stay away.   it was bad, she knew, but when she’d left, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from thinking about him, wondering what he was doing - and before she’d even really thought about it, she was back, looking for him even though she was sure she’d left for a reason. but that reason - well, if she couldn’t remember what it was, then it didn’t matter, surely, right? “aren’t ya gonna tell me you missed me?”

[screwthejob]

❝ That’s a tough way to live. ❞- from mama winchesterrr

'captain america: the winter soldier' starter prompts

Lips press into a thin line as he nods his head agreeing with her. After all there was sense in trying to deny that fact. "Yeah, but here I am still alive after all these years. Just taking it one day at a time." Those big emerald hues looking the woman in front of him over, still not convinced that this was actually happening; that she was real and really talking to him right now hence why he was keeping his distance rather than what you'd normally see in some big happy ending where they hug each other for god only knew how long. Hell he was even proud of himself right then for keeping a civil tongue when he had every right to go off on a tangent about how no thanks to her that he was still alive and had turned out into a half way decent guy.

[forevaer]

@oghamstaves​ said :  “are you gonna be good for me?” - you know

a faint hum fell from winter’s lips, her chin tilting up so she could catch sight of his face.   “FOR NOW,”   she purred, her fingers running through his hair as her body arched into his. “i can be very good ... or very bad. depends on my mood.” leaning in, she presses a kiss to his lips before her teeth are nipping at him gently. “right now, i feel like being good.” her hand slid down to his chest from his shoulders, sigh soon following. “think you can   handle   that?”

[exbride-a]

SOFTER  PROMPTS.   ACCEPTING.

❝      just  let  me  take  care  of  you.     ❞     (     @oghamstaves​    /     emmett.     )

rosalie  only  sighs  in  initial  response.  she  tries  to  pay  more  attention  to  emmett  lounging  atop  the  couch  beside  where  she  lays  on  her  stomach  and  his  hand  placed  soothingly  on  her  back  as  she  flips  through  a  magazine  idly.  but,  her  mind  reels,  occupied  by  anger.  she  knows  he  means  well         he  always  does         but  she's  too  frustrated  to  fully  appreciate  his  sentiment.  too  frustrated  with  the  way  things  stand  between  her  and  edward,  and,  by  extension,  bella.  

she  stares  down  at  the  pages  in  front  of  her  some  more,  feeling  disappointed  without  changing  her  expression.     ❝     and,  do  what,  emmett?     ❞     her  tone  is  harsher  than  she  means  for  it  to  be.  the  events  of  the  past  couple  of  weeks have  taken  a  toll  on  her  patience,  though  she  wishes  that  none  of  it  would  bother  her  the  way  that  it  does.  emmett  seems  mostly  accepting  of  everything  now,  as  does  the  rest  of  their  family.  she  knows  it’d  be  easier  to  join  them  in  feeling  that  way,  but  .  .  .  her  gaze  lifts  finally,  eyeing  the  side  of  his  face  as  she  sits  upwards  and  resettles  nearer  to  him,  wrapping  an  arm  around  his  middle.     ❝     never  mind,     ❞     she  finally  says,  not  wanting  her  anger  to  be  cast  onto  him.  she  hakes  her  head,  before  it  drops  against  his  shoulder.     ❝     thank  you.     ❞

[exbride-a]

starter  for     »     @oghamstaves​​     /     jacob.     

esme  had  told  her  to  make  some  room.  so,  despite  being  in  the  middle  of  something,  she  pushes  her  array  of  objects  off  to  one  side  of  the  space,  for  whatever  it  is  jacob  needs.  apparently  there  was  something  he  wanted  to  show  renesmee  or  bella  or  something  or work  on  for  one  of  them        she  doesn’t  fully  know,  she’d  only  overheard  a  brief  conversation  in  the  house  and  had  been  too  busy  rolling  her  eyes  when  esme  had  walked  out  there  and  asked  the  favor  of  her.  in  turn,  rosalie  situates  herself  on  one  end  and  finishes  up  what  she’s  doing  quickly  ,  not  feeling  up  to  cohabitation.  

her  efforts  to  get  out  and  find  something  else  to  do  are  for  naught,  though,  as  jacob  wanders  in  before  she’s  completed  neatening  up  her  tools  and  such.  she  doesn’t  bother  greeting  him,  though,  and  continues  shelving  some  things  and  tucking  others  into  drawers.  once  she’s  finished,  she  finally  glances  over  her  shoulder  at  him,  where  he  appears  to  crouched  over  an  engine.  she  watches  silently,  almost  eerily  still  as  he  begins  to  remove  a  part  by  hand,  and  her  brow  automatically  furrows,  instantaneously  scrutinizing.  patronizingly,  she  says,     ❝     you  do  know  that  a  simple  wrench  would  take  that  piece  off  much  more  cleanly,  right?     ❞     she  gives  a  patronizing  smile,  too.     ❝     or  is  something  even  that  simple  beyond  you?      ❞