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Kizzia Mildmay
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Word Herder ✍️ Yarn Wrangler 🧶 HoH 🦻 Queer 🏳️‍🌈 Witch 🧙 Arthurian 🗡️ Sherlockian 🔎 Pratchettian 🐢 Tolkienite 🧝‍♀️ Myth 🐉 Folklore 🍀 Fantasy 🧌 History 👑 Walker 🏞️ Absolutely no AI 📷 She/her

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UK peeps, I’ve just emailed my MP, maybe you could email yours?
November 25, 2025 at 7:17 PM
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I got up before dawn on Friday to take myself out into the magic of my local wood in the frost. I took a lot of photos and thus they become #TheSmallThings #SpreadingJoy this week, all shared in the order I took them on my walk.
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The pond in a clearing in the woods, completely frozen over, the ice choppy in a way that shows it had frozen the day before and started to thaw before it froze again overnight. The grass surrounding is also rimed with frost, the trees edging the clearing look ragged with leaf loss and the sky is pale frost blue, streaked with white cloud and plane trails. An oak gall on a branch surrounded by oak leaves, gall and leaves dusted in spiky frost crystals. The sky behind the tree is a cold pale blue. What might possibly be a young hawthorn, lobed leaves completely rimed with frost crystals. There is a stand of silver birch, out of focus, in the background. An oak leaf, still attached to the tree, mostly turned to brown but with one singular patch of yellow on the top right of the leaf as you look at the picture. It is completely covered in frost crystals.
November 24, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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This year has been an incredibly intense one for me and I haven’t managed to write any new Wildwood tales. So, instead, I’ll do some “recycling” and share last year’s advent stories again, starting today with the first of Wren’s adventures on Stir Up Sunday:
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Wildwood Advent
The Wildwood was rimed with frost, layer upon layer of it from the cold snap that had arrived three days previously, heralding the proper beginning of winter. Twigs gleamed, grass glittered, and th…
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November 23, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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So this is the first year in what feels like forever* that I am not dashing up and down to Kent. Which means I can do Christmas and Yule with a capital C and Y respectively. I’m not finished but I think I’ve made a good start. #Christmas #Yule #XmasDecorations

*it’s 7 yrs but let’s not split hairs
A slim artificial Christmas tree, covered in lights, golden beading and MANY baubles stands in the left hand side of a bay window, of which the middle section has been strung with fairy lights. An oak coffee table and a brown chair fill the rest of the bay. An unlit fireplace is surrounded by fairy lights and decorations. To the left and right are fairy light covered twigs, the left hand side ones having baubles on, the right just lights. The mantlepiece has tinsel and fairy lights, fake foliage and other all decorations. The mirror above the mantle piece has fairy lights and tinsel strung around it and a variety of baubles hung from it, The end of the dining table has a circular wooden stand in the centre, with two pillar candles in candle plates flanking it. In the table surface, in front of the wooden stand is a garland made of fircones and covered in glitter, arranged in a set of curves around the stand and candles. On the stand is a willow wreath completely covered in fake berries in various shades of red and many fairy lights. Inside the wreath is a tall cream vase holding a bare branch fairy light tree. In the wall behind the display is a painting of a cafe with tinsel draped over the frame.
November 22, 2025 at 7:41 PM
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I’m gonna come right out on here on main and say that my father-in-law, who most of these people hero worship, fully believed in the role of medical intervention where necessary, and in the importance of birth attendants who can recognise that ‘when necessary’ part
theguardian.com The Guardian @theguardian.com · 3d
Influencers made millions pushing ‘wild’ births – now the Free Birth Society is linked to baby deaths around the world
Influencers made millions pushing ‘wild’ births – now the Free Birth Society is linked to baby deaths around the world
A year-long investigation reveals how mothers lost children after being radicalised by uplifting podcast tales of births without midwives or doctors As Esau Lopez was asphyxiated for the first 17 minutes of his life on Earth, the atmosphere in the room remained serene, even ecstatic. Acoustic music crooned from a speaker in a modest two-bedroom apartment in a suburb of Pennsylvania. “You are a queen,” murmured one of three friends in the room. Only Esau’s mother, Gabrielle Lopez, felt something was wrong. She was pushing hard, but her son would not be born. “Can you help [him] out?” she asked, as Esau crowned. “Baby is coming,” the friend replied. Four minutes later, Lopez asked again, “Can you grab [him]?” Another friend murmured, “Baby is safe.” Six minutes passed. Again, Lopez asked, “Can you grab [him]?” Continue reading...
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November 22, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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I had to find out how cute this was. Turns out: incredibly cute and I needed to know this. I put some time into these alt-tags
Beautiful eye brown cows are walking toward the camera and are the deck with evergreens and beautiful summer flowers. The cow in front has the most beautiful nose you’ve ever seen and has her face pointed shyly down. Behind her is a long row of similarly beautifully dressed cows. Two young adults, a girl and a boy made a parade of decorated cows through a traditional street with old-fashioned Swiss buildings. Everyone is smiling and delighted, except for the boy. The cows are lovely and their noses need to be petted. A white valley with a country road with a parade of cows walking toward the camera. The cows have Tal or Nate towers of flowers and evergreens on their heads and they’re walking in a row. They are brown with white faces. On the left walking near them is a man with a black blazer and pants and a white shirt and a hat. He has a pink flower in his lapel. These cows are walking down a country street with a Swiss chalet style cabin on the left. The cows have truly ridiculous Christmas tree. Tal flower arrangements on their heads that are laughably huge. They also seem to have massive bells underneath them almost the size of their heads. These cows also have noses that need to be booped.
November 21, 2025 at 3:24 AM
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November 21, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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If you see this, post your getaway vehicle:
November 21, 2025 at 11:59 AM
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This week (very belatedly) #TheSmallThings #SpreadingJoy are many, so come in two posts. Firstly, some flowers in the wrong season and the after effects of Storm Claudia on the local woods 1/2
A cherry plum, covered in pink frilly blossom, with what leaves it has left turning yellow because it’s November! Shining large dark green holly leaves surround their tiny white-with-pink-centres flowers A fallen mature tree with many branches laying directly across the leaf strewn path in the woods, completely blocking the way as the path edges are bracketed with dense shrubs and other, still standing, trees. A completely uprooted mature tree, fallen across, and then parallel to, the curved path. The still standing trees around it are in a circle, almost like mourners at a grave site. The sky above is a cloudy grey-blue.
November 20, 2025 at 11:28 AM
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hookland.bsky.social
There are lonely churches to be found where old saints live in strange stone boxes. When we say saints, that word has to encompass those spirits of place which were there long before the cross came along. Relics of both Christian and folk faith may be the same bone. – Dr. M. Benn
November 20, 2025 at 9:57 AM
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Goodness knows I don’t usually post food on social media but I’ve just had a transcendent experience thanks to this home made lamb hotpot. Which I can never recreate because I used the end of the roast and threw in what I had to hand and was not paying attention. So you get to see the one off glory!
A white bowl filled with lamb hotpot: the lamb, carrot and swede filling to the right, the golden crispy potato topping to the bottom left and steamed brussel sprouts top left. The hotpot filling looks luscious.
November 18, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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I am often to be found caring for the unknown dead, who emerge, shattered, from their ancient and forgotten graves. Collecting them, burying them, praying them back to their rest. It makes me think, sometimes, of the transphobic refrain that in a thousand years our bones will somehow betray us.
Bonefields By Jay Hulme When you die, they say, we'll know who you truly were; vultures of morality, picking us out of ourselves. Perverse sky burial, bodies stretched out on sky towers of hatred. No ritual in this but the pain. This will not be how it ends. I refuse my uncreation. These wings become me; this splintering holds me. My marrow returns to the sky, the earth, the creation from whence I came. They say once, my atoms were birds; they become so again. They say stars. I say vultures. When we lay down together in the bone fields of despair you must tell me: how can you fear an ending that's the same as where you began?
November 18, 2025 at 12:11 PM
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hookland.bsky.social
The stones are not only in constant conversation with each other, but with the land itself. We approach and catch them in the act of chatting. Just for a moment we feel we are intruding, feel we have broken an intimate spell. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday
November 16, 2025 at 10:53 AM
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When you feel depleted of enchantment, walk the wood. It is where magic lives loudly. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982
November 15, 2025 at 9:58 AM
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You can walk and after two miles of tangled lane that's untroubled with being on the Ordinance Survey, find a feral church. These are the chapels beyond bishops, untethered from parishes. Existing in green communion, their gathered ghosts sing wild hymns. – #DAKilroy, 1982
November 14, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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The witch works with the season. When the year begins its slow striptease, she reads the language of the trees' wooden bones. Reads tomorrow in a fall of phyllomancy. When birds come to harvest high berries, auspicy is her share. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
November 13, 2025 at 2:55 PM
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hookland.bsky.social
How Hookland Works – you all own it, fill you boots. Now updated to reflect how AI means Arseholes Involved. #Hookland
How Hookland Works … Almost everything online and detailed in the Hookland Writer’s Bible and the Hookland Guide publications is available for your free use. You want to use a picture for an album cover, a C.L. Nolan quote for an epigraph or even borrow a village or town for a story – fill your boots. As long as you give due credit to Hookland and in cases where the Hookland material is not created by me, the original creator, the copyright police will never pursue you. Not even if your story is a huge commercial success or your album sells more copies than you can dream about. There’s no charge. You own whatever you do with Hookland. It is a creative playground, a pre-enchanted landscape for anyone to use. You will only ever come a cropper with the copyright police if you use elements of Hookland and don’t give due credit. Everyone who loves and uses Hookland owns everything in the county canon. By not crediting that fact, you are extracting the urine and disregarding a whole community of people. There are two other things to note: Firstly, none of the above applies if you are creating work promoting racism, vile misogyny or homophobia of any sort. You can whimper about creative censorship, but I come from a long line that stands against the promulgation of hatred. You’ll find nothing but bitter curses and refusal in Hookland. Nastiness and nascent-Nazism has consequences, even in fictional realms. Secondly, Hookland is not for the use in works using AI. When it comes to Hookland, AI as it currently stands usually means Arseholes Involved. It’s a thieving, hollowing and unethical beast of a thing. It has no place in a principled, decent society outside medical and scientific research. It has no place in Hookland and never will. Try to mix AI slop and Hookland and I promise you will be haunted. I will always support and try to help/answer any questions for anyone wanting to use Hookland creatively. It is there to be explored, it is there to be played with.
November 13, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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Something I do wish non-historians would internalise is that (modern) historians are not (generally) just making shit up. We do in fact have sources and evidence and proof of things which have happened in the past
November 12, 2025 at 5:53 PM
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hookland.bsky.social
Rooks shout the dying day. Spirits wake. Twilight as threshold engine for my magics. Twilight as a time of summoning. My tongue spills secret names. My tongue seduces the world to see things my way. I am a witch. Change is the wake of my walking. – #EmilyCBanting #WitchSky
November 12, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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I have no idea how we teach reading in the UK but this article explains so much about how there are so many basic misunderstandings on social media; some people are literally guessing what the words in front of them mean on a daily basis:
November 12, 2025 at 1:05 PM
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The witch walks and plucks wild omens, picks plants for the curing of tomorrow. Jack by the hedge, wood sorrel, the fertile hope of navelwort. The witch walks and harvests auguries, the gossip of trees. Her movement across the land is a magical act. – #EmilyCbanting, 1982 #WitchSky
November 12, 2025 at 11:26 AM
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Tomorrow I start a 12 week online writing course with proper assignments & concrit & I’m wildly nervous about it. So obviously I’ve been re-reading the amazing books by the author who’s running it, just to turn my imposter syndrome up to 11. Anyway, if I’m even quieter than normal that’ll be why!
kermit the frog is using a typewriter in a room .
Alt: kermit the frog is frantically using a typewriter
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November 10, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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Autumn colours today for #TheSmallThings #SpreadingJoy all taken at Attingham Park. #Autumn #Birds 🪶
A path through the woods, completely carpeted in brown fallen leaves and overhung with trees with a mixture of yellow and green leaves. Close up of a dwarf orange flower, which looks rather like an orange poppy, with the rest of Attingham’s walled garden, out of focus, in the background. A wooden bench underneath a tree covered in vivid yellow leaves. The ground around the bench is thickly carpeted in orange fallen leaves and beyond both bench and tree are more yellowing trees with several still green shrubs. A crow sitting on a branch of an oak tree, head lifted and turned to meards the left side of the photo. The leaves behind the crow are still green whilst the ones in front of and below him are yellow-orange.
November 10, 2025 at 6:10 PM
kizzia.bsky.social
Tomorrow I start a 12 week online writing course with proper assignments & concrit & I’m wildly nervous about it. So obviously I’ve been re-reading the amazing books by the author who’s running it, just to turn my imposter syndrome up to 11. Anyway, if I’m even quieter than normal that’ll be why!
kermit the frog is using a typewriter in a room .
Alt: kermit the frog is frantically using a typewriter
media.tenor.com
November 10, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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Was really struck by what a lovely inspiring exercise this is, like a primary school version of Mary Oliver’s Instructions for living a life
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it
Page from a 1960s primary school English textbook with a lovely cartoonish illustration of a red haired white girl in blue shirt looking at a cockatoo on a black perch. It is in the centre bottom and takes up about a third of the page, above is black serif text which reads Have you ever noticed? Every day we "see" things without really looking at them at all. On the way to and from school look at just one thing that you have often passed but never looked at very closely - it may be a street lamp, a small plant in a hedgerow, someone's front gate, the wall and windows of an ofice building, the balcony of a house, an object in a shop window. You are a secret service agent, and exact knowledge of this object is your password. Your life depends on it. Learn it by heart, and then describe it to the fellow agent who has to test you by your knowledge.
November 10, 2025 at 9:35 AM