Featuring some of my finished projects, some Wips, and some freshly picked fruit.
I am currently working on a Howls Moving Castle inspired cardigan (middle right) and I will incorporate the Shae's brooch and belt (top left) into one of the sleeves
[Image ID: Nine images in a three by three grid. The first image in the first row is a pink swan sewn into a light pink knitted square and a brown line running from the bottom of the square to the left. In the second image is an unfinished bald knitted doll with a blue and white body with no limbs. Two knitting needles sit beside the doll halfway through a row of a blue rectangle, connected to a ball of wool, and a white ball beside both of them. The third image is of a box containing sequins, a tin full of knitting needles, a pouch containing crochet hooks and two pink, a blue, and a green ball of wool.
The first image in the second row shows cross stitch piece of a fox. The second image is of Shae from Na Daoine Maithe, a dark skinned person with wavy green hair, long ears and a scar on their chin on a green background. A ball of wool, a flower, and a heart are drawn onto the background. The third image is of a three panels of a patchwork cardigan. the front two are pink and purple checker, and the large back one is blue and purple checker.
The first image in the third row is of a slice of cake with some raspberries, blackcurrants, gooseberries, spearmint leaves, and lavender flowers. the second image is a piece of pink crochet where the yarn coming out of the rectangle forms a heart before returning to the ball of wool. The third image contains a black heart shaped cushion with yellow flower embroidered on. It also contains a rainbow bag with table top dice spilling out, and three smiling crocheted peas in a pod. End of ID]
Shae's birthday is coming up, so I thought I'd organize a little event for fun:
✨PRESENTING: ✨
💚🌼 SHAE WEEKEND 2022 ✨🍃🍃
🍃 THEMES
July 1: Garden
July 2: Cozy
July 3: Protect
July 4: 💚 Happy Birthday Shae! 🎉🎉
🍃 FAQ
What's Shae Weekend 2022?
Shae Weekend is a mini birthday fan event in honor of the lovely Shae Féarglas! Basically, it's a fan event for fun to create fanworks & celebrate Shae's birthday!
The event spans four days from Friday to Monday. Each day, we'll release an optional theme to follow, ending with a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY for our favorite green-haired sweetheart
Use the tag #shaeweekend2022 for all your stuff or go ahead & tag @officialshaefearglas
Who can join?
All Shae fans, lovers, and general enthusiasts! If you wanna show your love for Shae, then this is the event for YOU ✨💚
What content is allowed?
Just about anything really. Fanart, fanfiction, fan edits, mood boards, whatever you want, as long as it includes Shae in some way! The rule is to have fun and enjoy yourself
Please don’t forget to add any content warnings if they’re applicable
Can I still participate if I’m late/do themes on different days?
Of course! The themes and dates are more of a suggestion to help spark inspiration. Don’t feel restricted by them, and definitely no worries on being late.
The blog will still continue to reblog & share Shae Weekend content even after the event is over
I’m still confused/ I still have more questions!
Please direct any other questions to the inbox for further clarification. Anon is on, so don’t be shy :)
Seeing as I didn't finish the fic I was going to post today, I instead decided to share my Shae playlist! (My shae-list)
I love you Shae! Happy birthday!
I'll paste a tracklist and a bit of what I was thinking when I added each song under the cut :)
Track 1: Country Life - The Watersons
It's just the strongest Shae vibes, both the lyrics and the folk-y sound
Track 2: Candy - Paolo Nutini
This one is less about the lyrics and more about the vibe of the music
Track 3: The Bones - Marren Morris ft. Hozier
When there ain't a crack in the foundation
Baby, I know any storm we're facing
Will blow right over while we stay put
The house don't fall when the bones are good
The core of an MC x Shae relationship is pure, strong love. They don't need anything more than your love, and other problems that you might face together are small potatoes, because you are strong and united and can face anything together. You can rely on each other.
Track 4: Bloom - The Paper Kites
The vibe of the music is incredibly soft and sweet. Some of the lyrics are about the singer's confusion on how to articulate their love. Additionally, there's plenty of nature metaphors - cottagecore Shae :)
Track 5: Sweet Tooth - Cavetown
Guess I must be satisfactory
You said you love me exactly the way I am
And you know I find it hard to understand
Shae is someone who needs to be taken as they are, reassured and cherished for who and what they are. Plus Shae is sweet and has a sweet tooth - what could be better?
Track 6: I.F.L.Y. - Bazzi
I.F.L.Y. = I fucking love you, aka my feelings for Shae
Track 7: Nervous - The Neighbourhood
I feel like this reflects Shae being confused or unsure about how to show their feelings. They don't have much relationship experience, and they're a bit confused about what to do with their feelings
Track 8: Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees
Again, the vibe of the music is so strong. Additionally, I think that MC and Shae are the type to get very domestic really quickly, so brushing their teeth and then sharing 'toothpaste kisses' feels very appropriate
Track 9: Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez
This is all vibes babey
Track 10: Featherstone - The Paper Kites
The Paper Kites are very Shae / Cottagecore vibes. This one I'm going with it is just musical vibes, because this song is about being in love with someone who doesn't love you back and I simply refuse to admit of that being a possibility for the lovely Shae.
Track 11: Put Your Records On - Corinne Bailey Rae
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely
Sipping tea in a bar by the road side
(Just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you
Gotta love that Afro hairdo
Again, this song has a lovely and soft feeling, which sounds like how I imagine being loved by Shae feels. It captures the vibe of a strong but low-key love, punctuated by daily gestures of love (making two cups of tea instead of one, saving your carrots for your partner because you know they love them, staying up to make your SO's lunch for them) rather than needing dramatic big gestures
Track 12: I Don't Know - Lisa Hannigan
If you walk my way
I will keep my head we will feel our way
Through the dark
Though I don't know you I think that I would do
I don't fall easy at all
slow but sure descent into love
Track 13: Love You for a Long Time - Maggie Rogers
And in the morning when you pick me up
And all the world is quiet, 'cept the mourning dove
I feel it in my body, know it in my mind
Oh I, I'm gonna love you for a long time
Anyone who falls in love with Shae will stay in love with Shae
Track 14: Sweet Creature - Harry Styles
"two hearts in one home" have you ever heard something more mc x shae in your entire life?
Track 15: Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson
Are you noticing a theme? It's about how everything you need is right there. Plus Shae making MC pancakes in the morning - it's just another way they show their love.
Shae takes a day off to partake in a little ritual.
Inspired by An tEarrach Thiar (The Western Spring) by Máirtín Ó Direáin. Full poem and English translation below the fic
Part of the Shae Weekend 2022 event
Sun filtered in through the windows of Shae Féarglas’ outpost. Tea brack sat on a cooling rack, steam still rising from the loaf. Balls of yarn sat in a basket beside the spinning wheel. The outpost was silent except for the steady scratch of metal on soil outside.
Shae leaned against their spade, breathing heavily. They had harvested their peas the day before, and they needed to remove the plants before they began to rot. Living in an eternal spring had its advantages, a constant supply of food and safety from the freezing cold, for example. However it meant you could never take a break. There was no winter to let the fields fallow, no season where you did not have to weed.
“Good ‘nough,” they muttered as they dumped the last plant onto the compost heap.
Shae returned inside, shedding their boots at the door. They approached the cooling rack, and carefully poked the brack. Satisfied that it had cooled enough, they wrapped the loaf in a handkerchief and slipped it into their pack. They reached into the cupboards to draw out some cutlery. Two plates, two knives, two forks, two cups for the summer wine that was already sitting in the bag. They double checked everything before slipping on their cloak and shouldering their pack.
"A Chara," they called out, "Come on, we need to go."
Their beloved horse made her way to the gate of the paddock. Cara tossed her dappled head, looking for pets. They obliged as they led her to the stable to saddle her.
Soon after, they were off. They both knew the roads of western Fálias like the back of their hands. They had spent many a long night searching after their watch ended. Passing a nearby village, a woman popped her head out of her cottage when she heard the horse approach. Her face broke into a smile when she recognized Shae, and she stepped out of her house.
“Danu duit, a Mháire” Shae muttered as they came to a halt beside her.
“Shae, I was just looking for you,” she leaned close to Cara so she could whisper to them, “I heard somewhere it's a certain somebody’s birthday. I know that you spend a lot of time by yourself, so I wondered -”
“You’re very kind,” Shae cut across her, “But I have plans. I want to be at the coast in a few hours. I… have a friend there.”
Their heart hurt from lying to her, but she nodded in reply. She stroked Cara’s nose before brightening. She ran into her house and started rummaging around.
“Cá bhfuil…” she trailed off as she searched around by her door, “Ah, there they are.”
She hurried back over, some fresh raspberries in her hands.
“Have these. It’s the least I can do.”
Shae accepted the fruit gratefully. It was always good to have snacks for the road. They talked for a little longer, but Shae was acutely aware they were short on time. Quickly they said their goodbyes and rode off.
“Take care, both of ye,” Máire called after them.
Two hours later, they knew they had arrived when they were suddenly hit with the scent of rotting seaweed. A truly unpleasant smell that signified some of their best childhood memories. Fálias had some wonderful beaches stretching up and down her coastline, and this was one of them. It did not look like much, just a small bay covered in round white rocks and a pier. However massive shoals of fish lived nearby, and that was what drew them to this beach in particular.
A man walked past, his creel full of seaweed to be sold at the market. He gave Shae an odd look but they were used to it. The locals could be insular, like many small communities are. All they could do was nod in reply, as nothing could ease his suspicion.
Then they heard it.
That first splash of an oar in the sea. The sighs of men tired from a long day working under that golden sky. The currachs were back.
Shae slipped off Cara’s back and ran down the beach to get the best view. They could not miss the entire reason they had ridden out to the coast. They raced past women knee-deep in tide pools, foraging for their dinners. They barely looked up from their work. They knew Shae well, as they visited every year.
Shae sighed as they plopped themself on the edge of the rickety pier. They had not missed the best part of their tradition, as the show had barely begun. Fishermen made their way to shore, their little boats filled to the gunnels with their catch. Shae unwrapped the brack, and cut two thick slices. They set two places before them, and placed a slice of cake on each plate. Like they had done every year since the rebellion. One for them. One for her.
They closed their eyes and imagined that day so many years before. When Shae and the princess had run away from the capitol for the evening. They had sat on this pier, had eaten tea brack while watching the world go ‘round.
"Happy birthday Shae," she had smiled, raising her slice of brack against the setting sun.
"Here's to many more," they always replied.
They opened their eyes, and watched what they had come here to see. The golden water was dotted with boats, gliding effortlessly across the waves. They ate in silence as they listened to families being reunited under the eternal dawn. After an hour they were alone on the beach, with only Cara and the lapping waves for company. They stood up, and brushed the crumbs of their birthday cake from their cloak.
“I’ll see you next year,” they told the dock.
Every time they hoped for a miraculous answer. They could imagine she was sitting just behind them, laughing at their ritual. Every year they were met with silence.
An tEarrach Thiar le Máirtín Ó Direáin
Fear ag glanadh cré
De ghímseán spáide
Sa gciúnas shéimh
I mbrothall lae:
Binn an fhuaim
San Earrach thiar.
Fear ag caitheadh
Cliabh dhá dhroim,
Is an fheamainn dhearg
Ag lonrú
I dtaitneamh gréine
Ar dhuirling bháin:
Niamhrach an radharc
San Earrach thiar.
Mná i locháin
In íochtar diaidh-thrá,
A gcótaí craptha,
Scáilí thíos fúthu:
Támh-radharc síothach
San Earrach thiar.
Toll-bhuillí fanna
Ag maidí rámha
Currach lán éisc
Ag teacht chun cladaigh
Ar ór-mhuir mhall
I ndeireadh lae;
San Earrach thiar.
English translation:
The Western Spring by Máirtín Ó Direáin
A man cleaning clay
From his spade
In the gentle quiet
Of a sultry day:
Sweet is the sound
In the Western Spring
A man throwing
A basket from his back,
And the red seaweed
Gleaming
In the shining sun
On the white beach:
Resplendent the sight
In the western spring
Women in tidepools
At low tide
Their skirts hitched up,
Their shadows below them:
In that peaceful scene
In the western spring
The lapping
Of oars,
Boats full of fish
Coming to the shore
From the slow, gold sea
At the end of the day;
In the western Spring
Happy birthday Shae !!!!!!!!!!!
If you read all this, congrats on making it through both a rushed fic and some terribly worded poetry (poetic Irish phrases translate badly and I have no intention of putting in the months of work required to make it sound good)
Ill probably clean this up and post it on AO3 in a few weeks.
Yes I am aware that it's currently day 4... don't @ me about this
🍃🍂🌿🍁🍀
Their fingers wrap around the stalk, gripping firmly to pull it and its roots from the earth. The weed is chucked unceremoniously behind them to a rough pile, and Shae sits back on their heels, sighing heavily and turning their face up to the cerulean sky. They wipe their brow with their forearm, still managing to leave a smear of dirt on their temple.
When they were younger, they helped their mam with this. She would hum to strengthen the flowers, and Shae would join in. It was always more fun with two, and so satisfying in the end, seeing their garden bloom. Since moving to the outpost, though, it has been only one pair of hands pulling weeds from the earth. It’s not that hard, but… they had missed the chatter, and the companionship.
“Shae?” They look back over their shoulder. Celeste is there, wearing shorts, a broad sunhat held around their chin by a pink ribbon, and a huge smile. “Sorry that took so long; don’t tell me you finished without me?”
Celeste closes the distance, leaning down and passing Shae a glass of fresh lemonade, frosty to the touch. Shae takes a sip of the juice, relishing how it cools their throat. “There’s always more to do.”
Celeste leans in and kisses their temple. “But the work always goes faster when there’s two.” They pick up their own trowel, and kneel beside Shae, digging it in to turn over the earth.
Shae lives in the warmer provinces of Tir Na nOg, but they definitely have a bunch of blankets and scarves and mittens
They love to sit by the fire on a cold evening with hot tea and cookies, with a book or some knitting or darning to do
If you’re staying over with Shae, you’ll have a comfy bed to sleep in, under a colourful patchwork quilt, made with love in every stitch
(Their mother made the quilt... it’s their favourite)
Shae loves to feel warm and snug and safe, so cuddling under the blankets with them would be so perfect
When Shae feels down, they go home and visit their family. Being fussed over by their mother, bickering with their siblings, and sharing a huge meal with the whole family doesn’t fail to cheer them up.
They don’t often pick flowers (they have a gorgeous blooming garden right outside their window after all), but when they do, they take care to change the water and treat the flowers well, so they last as long as they possibly can
If you get some scrapes or bruises, Shae’s outpost is the best destination. They’ll clean and wrap your bruises, and maybe if you’re really close, they will be convinced to give your boo-boo a kiss for good luck.
