#Neaera

[blue-lotus333]

Children of Autolycus

Anticlea - Queen of the Cephallenians, mother of Odysseus & Ctimene.

Polymede - Queen of Iolcus, mother of Jason.

Neaera - Mother of Hippothous

Aesimus - Father of Sinon

[cherrwysx-music]

♫ Neaera - All Is Dust ♫

[deadly-nightshade]

Neaera - Edifier

[tourandbackstagestories]

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[thesovereignsring-if]

Duchess Thyra Neaera

Duchess Neaera is the one of the most wealthiest woman in the empire, only second to the Empress herself and the Commander of the Imperial Navy. Mother to your cousin Eirik, the Duchess also gave birth to a wealthy merchant's bastard. The cunning woman is never short on scandals.

Thought I'd do a quick drawing today. My style has changed a bit, hopefully for the better. Felt like drawing the diva that's the cause of a lot of problems 💅

You might just run into her in the latest update!

[moociaoafterdark]

Eldarphobic Lion, but it's him reuniting with Moira and realising she is "lovers" with, not just an eldar, but a DARK eldar... And the two met in Commorragh, so at least some torture did take place.

But, of course, Moira stops him from hurting Neaera. She is good now, the two of them are with the Ynnari, the very ones that helped resurrect uncle Roboute! So Lion now had no choice but to glare DAGGERS at Neaera, while catching up with his long lost niece. Any time the poor eldar girl does anything wrong, Lion just goes:

[finelythreadedsky]

cannot say i recommend reading sixty-year-old scholarship on sex work in the ancient world

[our-hextech-dream]

@loveandlegacy ok i just turned in my midterm so i have time to make this post now

so i just read this transcript of a prosecutor's opening speech against a woman named neaera and her husband and like... the TWISTS the TURNS this speech takes made me gasp Out Loud while reading it. first is the reveal that the whole reason this trial is happening is because stephanus (neaera's husband) falsely accused apollodorus (prosecutor's brother-in-law) of MURDER. and they were like hell nah this mfer has to go. you wanna take it to court let's go to court then.

the Big Accusation is that stephanus illegally married a foreign prostitute (athenian men couldn't marry foreign women and athenian women couldn't marry foreign men) and passed her off as his legal wife. the absolute scumbag then used his daughter in an extortion scheme where he conned a man into sleeping with her and then threatened to accuse him of adultery unless he paid up, and then gave that same (legally alien, and also now non-virginal) daughter in marriage to a man who had been elected king, where she knowingly performed (and tainted) sacred dionysian religious rites which were supposed to be performed by a virgin since she was supposed to be promised as the BRIDE OF THE GOD DIONYSUS.

basically the whole thing is a huge character assassination of neaera and her daughter to prove that stephanus had knowingly and willingly acted illegally wrt the women under his control.

"Are you then thus shamefully and recklessly to let off unpunished a woman who has openly played the harlot throughout the whole of Greece, who treats the city with outrage and the gods with impiety, and who is a citizen neither by birth nor by the gift of the people? Where has this woman not prostituted herself? To what place has she not gone in quest of her daily wage? Has she not been everywhere in the Peloponnesus, in Thessaly and in Magnesia in the company of Simus of Larisa and Eurydamas son of Medeius, in Chios and most of Ionia, following in the train of Sotadas the Cretan, and was she not let out for hire by Nicaretê so long as she belonged to her?"

so how do we make THAT about our blorbos lmfaoooo.

[moociaoafterdark]

.... So, I have: 1) A daughter of Konrad Curze, who has went insane from her soul being stuck in the Warp for 10k years 2) The Drukhari Wych, who is married to the daughter of Konrad Curze and who wants to climb up the hierarchy of Commorragh using her wife's foresight ability 3) A Word Bearer from Great Crusade, who was passed around the Traitor Primarchs like a hot potato. Eventually settled for Horus and later his Legion 4) A Noise Marine who is REALLY attached to his/her/their guitar. Don't touch that guitar, maybe only if you are Fulgrim 5) A Thousand Sons sorcerer who is a lapdog of the Word Bearer. 6) A Water Caste Tau that despises humans and doesn't believe his own Empire's ideas 7) A Fire Caste Tau that despises humans and just wants to eradicate them. Neat! 8) A Sororitas wielding Rogal Dorn's chainblade and is observed by God Emperor, Khorne and Gork and Mork. At the same time. The latter two are the reason she is neither the saint or corrupted. 9) A Necron Phaerakh who will personally throw an Eldar child into a meat grinder, but will hold off it because Tyranids are scary :( Also, she is a raging lesbian and is REALLY into a sororitas. 10) An Ork Warboss who thinks he is the messiah of the Orks. An EmperORK of ORKkind, if you will. Wants to kill the real Emps, because "DIS GALAXY NOT BIG ENUF FOR DA TWO OF US!" 11) A perpetual Thunder Warrior. Has seen some shit. Literally the only somewhat normal and decent person on this list, miraculously 12) A Dark Mechanicum femboy who was chosen and blessed by papa Nurgle. Sororitas really really fucking hates him for putting her through Berserk level of angst 13) A trigger happy Inquisitor. Her eye is twitching just by being in near proximity to this "Rogue Trader team". She is killing us all. Oh, by the way, the Rogue Trader is an aroace Nurglite fairy that either yaps a lot or cries a lot. Someone give her a hug.

Anyway, we are all cooked.

You, the human person reading this, are now a rogue trader. Your warhammer OCs, if you have any, are your retinue. How’s that workin out for ya

[hellsitedotcom]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ OC Introduction : Helios ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

''I will be the spark that will light the fire that will save the Arcadians'' - Helios to [REDACTED]

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Rarity : ✦✦✦✦✦ Combat Path : Remembrance. Combat Type : Fire. Weapon(s) Of Choice : Sycthe; summons a burning humanoid silhouette.

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— C O M B A T —  Since I have no idea how the numbers and multipliers in the game work, there ain't any numbers here for now. Also, I have no idea how the path of Remembrance works (yet), so this might completely change after the first Remembrance playables drop.

✧ Normal Attack 

– Executes a single strike dealing Fire DMG to an opponent. – When Memosprite is on the field: Executes a Follow-Up ATK to the same opponent, dealing Fire DMG, blasting the damage to adjacent targets.

✧ Elemental Skill 

– Upon triggering their Elemental Skill, the character’s Memosprite is summoned onto the battlefield as an additional ally that fights alongside its summoner until the Memosprite is killed. – After summoning the Memosprite, triggering the Elemental Skill restores the Memosprite's health by a set amount.

✧ Ultimate Skill 

– Upon triggering their Ultimate Skill, the character’s Memosprite - if not previously having been summoned - is summoned onto the battlefield as an additional ally until killed. – The character’s Ultimate Skill triggers the scenery to change in a cutscene, moving the scorching sun to be positioned right behind the character and their Memosprite, drastically increasing both their DMG before the characters execute a single-target attack and deal increased Fire & Crit DMG to the opponent.

✧ Technique Skill 

– When triggering their Technique Skill, apply the ‘’Sun’s Descendant’’ effect to the character, which automatically kills any low-HP enemy upon being struck; high-HP enemies will take a certain amount of Fire DMG upon entering the battle while the character’s Crit DMG increases for (2) turns. 

✧ Passive Talent

– For every enemy that gets defeated by the character, triggers a Follow-Up ATK by the summoned Memosprite to a random enemy.

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— L O R E — 

species: arcadian entity. age: 100 years old; appears to be in his late 20s/early 30s.

title(s): Arcadia's Sun, the Founder's Heir, Emanator of Remembrance, Messor's Successor, Neaera Reborn. fraction: the Arcadia Clan.

✧ Appearance

Helios is a tall, muscular man with deep orange eyes (hex, #c94000) and red-appearing pupils. He has long, dark brown hair (~hex, #120400) that he keeps in a messy bun and a visible scar across his right jaw.

He is commonly seen wearing black-brown armour of unknown origin (at least to the Arcadians), with scaled shoulder plates. Upon closer inspection, one can spot fine engravings on the armour that all seem to resemble symbols tied to each planet within the Arcadia System, alongside a sun in the middle of his chest armour. In the rare instances in which he is seen without his armour, he wears a lose-fitting shirt in a light brown color, and a pair of tight-fitting, black pants, along with black boots and gloves.

His scythe is made of the same colour and material, a sun symbol engraved in its tang. Both armour and scythe seem fire- & heat-resistant.

✧ Character Story I

During the last decade of Messor’s reign of terror, Helios had been but a young boy.He still remembered the faces of his parents, pale from worry and fear as they prayed each evening that the Keeper’s madness would come to an end.Back then, he did not understand much of what was happening. All he knew was that the supposed Guardian was harming the planetary system more than he was helping it. 

Then the day came, when the Arcadia clan rallied together to end the man’s reign. Helios was merely 20 years old - an age that meant nothing to a species like his, one that could live for centuries with enough determination. His predecessors lived up to 500 years on average. By the time Messor had died, his elders still considered him a child compared to their century-old souls.

The moment Messor had taken his last breath, Helios had felt something change within him.He had been roaming the deserts of Elisium when a sudden heat had taken over his body, burning him up from within, making him fall to his knees. He felt as if his body was on fire, engulfed by scorching flames.Yet when the heat subsided and he searched his body for injuries, he found that he was unharmed. 

The young man rushed to the nearest oasis, scanning the waters for his own reflection, only to lock eyes with a pair of glowing, orange eyes.His glowing, orange eyes, their previous color as if replaced, any trace of it completely gone. ‘’The eight Keeper has fallen,’’ the man thought, the realization settling in as he kept staring at his reflection, ‘’And a ninth Keeper has to rise.’’

Helios did not return home that night. He stayed by the oasis, constantly checking his reflection as if expecting all of this to be a bad dream or a hallucination from spending too much time under the scorching sun.Yet, when the next morning came and the man found himself still wearing glowing, orange eyes, Helios realized that he wasn’t dreaming after all. He had been chosen to become Messor’s successor and ascend to Guardianhood.

[more character stories...]

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— V O I C E L I N E S —

✧ First Meeting

Greetings. I am Helios, the Keeper and Guardian of the Arcadia system, and successor to Helen Arcadia. It is a pleasure to meet you. 

✧ Greeting

I hope you are well-rested? You never know what one might encounter along the way. It is best to start into every day with a clear mind and sharpened senses, otherwise incidents are bound to happen. 

✧ Parting

I thank you for allowing me to accompany you today. Your trust means a lot to me, and I hope we will see each other again soon. 

✧ About Self: Arcadia clan.

For most of Arcadia’s citizens, I am not ‘’merely another citizen’’, but something…almost holy, one could say. The people hold the Arcadia clan and anyone related to Helen in high regards, which, of course, doesn’t come as a surprise given everything Helen and most of my predecessors have done for these planets. I just wish they wouldn’t look at me like I was someone special. I’d rather they treat me the way they treat everyone else than…this.

✧ About Self: Predecessors

As a child, I have always loved to listen to my mother’s stories about Neaera, the sixth Keeper. They were a hero, through and through, and now that I have become a Keeper myself, I strive to continue my predecessor’s legacies the way she did. Someone I’d much rather forget is my direct predecessor, Messor. I was still really young when he was at power. I can still remember the fear in my parents’ eyes whenever he visited Elisium…it is something I wish to never experience again.

✧ About Helen Arcadia

She was the first Keeper, and is considered the ‘’Founder’’ of the Arcadia System. Many people, including myself, hold her in high regards and still pray to her. She was, and will always be the best of us. No one will ever compare to her, no matter how much time has passed and how many Keepers have succeeded her.

✧ About Messor Arcadia

Messor was a tyrant. Nobody knows why he had been chosen to succeed the seventh Keeper. His rule is marked by chaos, destruction, terror, and tragedy. He is the reason behind the evocation of the cataclysm. I pray to Helen that there will never be another Messor taking on the role as Keeper ever again.

✧ About the Emanator of Finality

One can’t deny that anyone blessed by the Aeons is a special individual, but to catch the gaze of Finality Themselves? An impressive feat, indeed. I do not want to imagine what they must’ve done to catch Terminus’ attention. Alas, I have met them during their return to Arcadia alongside the Nameless, and I am quite relieved that they have chosen to return home, even if only for a brief time. Arcadia needs more people like them. People that will fight for what is right, even if their reasons have been selfish at the beginning of their journey.

✧ Added to a Team with Evelyn

Emanator of Finality, it is an honor to be fighting by your side once again.

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[jejesoso]

Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 1. 290 ff (trans. Way) (Greek epic C4th A.D.) :"[In the Trojan War the Greek warrior] Polypoites (Polypoetes), dear to Ares, slew Dresaios (Dresaeus), whom the Nymphe Neaira (Neaera) bare to passing-wise Theiodamas for these spread was the bed of love beside the foot of Sipylos the Mountain."

"Ares, who was on the Trojan side, got really close to this Greek soldier.

No, I won't explain how that happened!"

[fuckin-pistol-whipped]

coworker tortured me with this goddawful music today. please save me. i can’t get this shitty ass metalcore cover of Just Dance or smth outta my head

naw i think i kno what ya talkn abt. 1 of the interns plays tha shit & i ain’t abt it. took the time to rack up sum shit ya probs ain’t listen too as much so lemme kno how i did

[argentumcor]

If I had been a Heathen, I’d have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I would drink the wine. But Higgins is a Heathen, And his slaves grow lean and grey, That he may drink some tepid milk Exactly twice a day. If I had been a Heathen, I’d have crowned Neaera’s curls, And filled my life with love affairs, My house with dancing girls; But Higgins is a Heathen, And to lecture rooms is forced, Where his aunts, who are not married, Demand to be divorced. If I had been a Heathen, I’d have sent my armies forth, And dragged behind my chariots The Chieftains of the North. But Higgins is a Heathen, And he drives the dreary quill, To lend the poor that funny cash That makes them poorer still. If I had been a Heathen, I’d have piled my pyre on high, And in a great red whirlwind Gone roaring to the sky; But Higgins is a Heathen, And a richer man than I: And they put him in an oven, Just as if he were a pie. Now who that runs can read it, The riddle that I write, Of why this poor old sinner, Should sin without delight- But I, I cannot read it (Although I run and run), Of them that do not have the faith, And will not have the fun.

-G.K. Chesterton, "The Song of the Strange Ascetic"

[thesovereignsring-if]

Major Update: To move forward is to take a step back.

Hello everyone, it's been a while. I hope you're all doing well. I'd ask that you read this to the end because some major changes will be in the upcoming update.

TLDR: You will need to start a new save file for new update (this weekend) otherwise there will be very noticable issues down the line.

I can't recall the last time I made a post or an update like this and frankly i'm scared to check . I've been struggling with writers block with the end of Chapter 1 and my small bouts of depression did not help one bit, so I had to take a step back and re-examine the narrative. If you ask me what the problem was, i'd say that perhaps I rushed too quickly into the main story, when I needed a little more foundation to stand on. After a few months of deliberation, a solution has been found. And I think everyone will like it. There will be no major rewrite of any sort, I think I would cry if that were the case.

Instead we going going to have a second prologue. This means that Chapter 1 will be inaccessible until the second prologue is complete. I'm very sorry that things have to be this way, but I do no see any other option for the story to continue forward in a satisfying way.

The second prologue will take place a few months after the first prologue during the Grand Festival of Eostre. This will be the first year you'll celebrate without your mother, at the very least you will have your friends and family with you at the time.

What to expect in the first half of Prologue 2:

Up to 13k words of new content.

Spend some time with your family.

Looooreeee & tea.

Meet Lior the Grand Cardinal of the Church of Eostre. The leading religion in Nibelheim.

Choose how to spend your free time at the festival in 2/4 possible routes. Route A: Alberich & Finny, Route B: Sieghardt & Thea.

(The last two routes will be added in the next update: Route C: Lynnette, Erik & Daria/Darius, and Route D: The Empress, King Lugh & Duchess Neaera)

Erik has a younger bastard half-sibling named Daria(f)/Darius(m). ( I will address them as Dara for short.) The final romantic interest, gender selectable. Even if you do not choose Route C, you will meet them later on in the second half of the update.

Fixes + Updates:

Character Creation has been updated and streamlined. (Gender/Pronouns and Sex are separate categories for both adult and child character creations. Attributes chosen during Child Character Creation will be stored as different variables in the event I choose to do anymore flashbacks later on in the story.)

Please note, that choosing after your sex (as an adult) I will assume your character will have the corresponding equipment down there.

Music Credits have been updated.

Minor adjustments to the colour of the UI, if people have any sort of colour theme they wish to see, I'll be more than happy to add them.

That is all for now. I hope the year has been kind to everyone so far. I haven't gone through my inbox yet, but I've seen glimpse of people's support it goes a long way. I sincerely do no think I'd come back if it weren't for the fact that I'd feel like I'd let everyone down. I will be making a patreon post after the first update goes live to talk about the new update and exclusives later.

Thank you for reading and enjoying TSR over the past year. It's means a lot to me and let's hope things will be better moving forward.

See you <3

Lili

[thefairorgan]

Tin hopping frog, bought at the Peckham Fair, 1820. (Toys held by Southwark Heritage Centre).

FAIRING No. 2 – Edwina Attlee

Who wrote these famous poems about the wind?

One of the best poets of English melancholy is Richard Kemp who writes a lot about his hometown of Clacton. The seaside town is often a base for fair workers who need employment outside the travelling season. This work is also seasonal, Christmas trees, amusement arcades, rock shops (the boiled sugar substance rather than pebbles and stones). Some families do very well, others just survive, but the town has a character that responds to these seasonal comings and goings.

The pavements had filled with lonely-hearts, people along the road like they had come from or were going to the sun, How could the evening be described? A forlorn clown sitting with its hands on its chin, happy to be released from the memory of yesterday’s clowns? Rhododendrons, heavy wilderness of shimmering parking bays, the old magistrates building ruined and alone, the fountain, the tiny island, the chipped toes of the statue. Broken mirrors do not make amusement parks disappear, on the contrary, the night on blue fire beyond pale grass, the sorcery of empty bedrooms, disarray of the coat stand the hubbub of a distant storm…¹

The line ‘on the contrary’ is one that sticks. Because the fair of the song ‘She Moves Through the Fair’ is gone and disappeared but also – still here. The funfair still rolls into the park at least four times a year. Ghost trains still exist. 

In Crystal Palace the fair returns to the site on top of the old underpass, a beautiful Victorian structure that has recently been restored. Along from this hilltop tober is the /campsite/ which sits in the grounds of what was once the gardens of the Paxton family home. These gardens retained some of the ancient oaks of the Great North Wood, which Joseph Paxton had been permitted to delete in order to make the park that would house his relocated glass palace. Current redevelopment looks set to disappear the trees and the campsite that shelters them. 

It would be a deep tragedy if in years to come there were no campsite. No space set aside for people to come and go. No tober. The fairings on show in the exhibition would be like the bits and bobs in the souvenir shop at Polperro that Neaera H. refuses to buy in the novel Turtle Diary. 

There was a sign at the harbour which I copied: POLPERRO HARBOUR Polperro is the best example of the small Cornish fishing ports and the Harbour Trustees are anxious to retain its character without resorting to commercialization The cost of maintenance far exceeds the income WILL YOU PLEASE HELP? There was a box with a slot. A few feet away were a souvenir stand and a shop full of pottery things and coppery things and sea urchin lamps with lightbulbs in them shining through the sea urchins. I put no money in the box.²

The author of Turtle Diary, Russell Hoban lends the Fairings catalogue its epithet. This is taken from his book for children, The Mouse and his Child. It is a deeply moving, deeply weird book about two wind-up toys who get thrown away after they are broken by a cat. They end up in the dump, a fearful place run by the sinister Manny Rat who is one of the only people who can fix broken toys (the other is Muskrat but he is more concerned with doing a great act that will make the beavers respect him). The mouse and his father want to get back to the toy shop where there was an elephant who could stand in for a mother, and a territory they could claim as their own. 

“But what is a territory?” asked the mouse child again.      “A territory is your place,” said the drummer boy. “It’s where everything smells right. It’s where you know the runaways and the hideouts, night or day. It’s what you fought for, or what your father fought for, and you feel all safe and strong there. It’s the place where, when you fight, you win.”      “That’s your territory,” said the fifer. “Somebody else’s territory is something else again. That’s where you feel all sick and scared and want to run away, and where the other side mostly wins.”

The father walked in silence as a wave of shame swept over him. What chance has anybody got without a territory! He repeated to himself and knew the little shrew was right. What chance had they indeed! He saw now that for him and for his son the whole wide world was someone else’s territory, on which he could not even walk without someone to wind him up.³

The afterlife of toys is often pitiable and full of pathos. Franco Moretti has tried to explain why certain narratives can move a reader to tears – ‘he argues that moving moments in such stories are established when the point of view or perception of one of the characters coincides with the perception of the reader, who has just made his or her way through the narrative. Effects of pathos, Carolyn Steedman writes, have also to do with the timing of this coincidence of points of view. The coincidence is particularly moving when, in Moretti’s words “it comes too late” … We cry then because we understand that the course of events is irreversible; our tears are the expression of our powerlessness to alter it.’⁴

Somehow the toys in the exhibition resist pathos. They are sturdy and cranky. They retain much of their colour. Their fate has been to be collected instead of being played with until ruin. Their afterlife makes them differently sized, outstanding and somehow powerful, like the horse figurines next to the toy train that Tirzah Garwood painted in 1950.

Tirzah Garwood, Hide and Seek (1950)

The exhibition claims them as ‘fairings’ but this can be debated. Alexander writes,

the money spent at St. Giles’s did not entirely vanish at the end of the two days. Small gifts and special purchases were bought for the family and other loved ones that had been left behind – like the blue ribbons impatiently awaited in the song, “Johnny’s So Long at the Fair”. Young girls bought Brummagen chains for the sweetheart at sea, young men bought gold rings as a token of their affection. These gifts are ‘fairings’...  There is a graphic description of fairings in Lark Rise to Candleford where Queenie remembers the lace-making times at Banbury Fair, and continues: “Then there was a fairing to be brought for those at home – pipes and packets of shag tobacco for the men, rag dolls and ginger-bread for the “little ‘uns” and snuff for the old grannies.. And the homecoming, loaded with treasure and money in the pocket beside.”⁵

It is the curator’s contention that the toys on show were bought for people who were not at the fair, and that they retain the mark of the fair as they are moved elsewhere. Like the toys assembled hodge-podge in a party bag that otherwise might strike the possessor as cheap or meagre they are alight with the glow of the party, and they stay lit. It is poignant to think about them as un-vanished money. 

I meant to have you leave the premises with a party bag inside which would be a rubber giraffe perhaps, one with a wire frame embedded in it (so that it might be coerced into all  manner of different positions), and a little seam running in it, which would speak in a quiet unassuming voice, of the mould it had emerged from, just as our navels refer back to our own moulds. Would you return, or so the argument  went, if I hadn’t presented you with at least a small token, a thing which would at once both describe and ameliorate, possibly even diminish some of this distance between us?⁶

There is a confusing longevity to the things and work of the fair. St Bartholemew’s Fair, where many of the toys on show were bought in the 1800s, took place on the same site for hundreds of years. In the medieval times the people of the fair – like their wayfaring contemporaries – were not trusted by the authorities; ‘while they showed indulgence to the armed retainers of the great, they feared the rounds made by those glee men with no other arms than their vielle or tabor, but sowing sometimes strange disquieting doctrines under colour of songs’.⁷ Buffoons and jugglers, tumblers, minstrels, singers. The authorities watched over them and even denounced them as ‘fomenters of trouble and causes of rebellion.’ 

Wooden toy model of flying chairs, bought at St. Bartholomew's Fair, 1839

If we take their occupation and way of life as formational then there is an idea that wayfaring itself lent sympathy in the travellers for an idea of emancipation. Much as staying still might lead towards an inversion of that idea. There is the possibility of a politics struck through the body as it moves without a stable base along the roads and ways singing.

The Fairings exhibition catalogue looks for this politics of condition a politics hewn in paint and carving, hidden under colour of song, and sold from a cheapjack’s hand. Like the Lord Mayor and his horses, it rifles through the apparently innocuous, hoping to reach a weapon.

According to Sherwin’s Political Register (13th September 1817) the authorities panicked at a rumour that an insurrection was planned to coincide with Bartholomew Fair. Four regiments of horse were called out and the Lord Mayor searched for weapons among the oyster tubs, sausage-stalls and gingerbread baskets.⁸

Footnotes:

1. These lines are from Richard Kemp’s poem ‘In Standard Time’ with kind permission of the poet.

2. Russell Hoban, Turtle Diary (1975).

3. Russell Hoban, The Mouse and his Child (1969).

4. Carolyn Steedman, Childhood, Culture and Class in Britain: Margaret McMillan 1860-1931 (1990) and Franco Moretti, ‘Kindergarten’, in Signs Taken for Wonders (1983).

5. Sally Alexander, St. Giles’s Fair, 1830-1941, History Workshop Pamphlet no. 2 (1970).

6. Mark Waldron, A STRAIGHT UP GIANT, (Bloodaxe, 2023).

7. J.J. Jusserand, English Wayfairing Life: XIVth Century, translated from the French by Lucy Toulmin Smith.

8. E.P. Thompson, The Making of the English Working Class (1963).

To read more from Edwina on the imaginary Fairings exhibition, pick up a copy of She Moved Through the Fair here:

[fairyencyclopedia]

Merfolk Master List Part 2:

Merfolk live in oceans and are semi or fully aquatic.

Europe:

Acaste (Oceanid)

Actaea (nereid)

Admete (Oceanid)

Ægir

Aethusa (daughter of Poseidon)

Aethra (Oceanid)

Agaue/ Agave (nereid)

Ahti (Finnish)

Aigikampoi/ sea goat/ Suhurmasu

Akkruva

Amalthea (oceanid)

Amatheia (nereid)

Ambrosia (Nysiad)

Amphinome (nereid)

Amphitrite

Amphirho (oceanid)

Anthas (Alycone's)

Apseudes (Nereid)

Ardescus (Potamoi)

Arethusa (Nereid)

Argia (oceanid)

Arragouset

Arsinoe (Nysiad)

Asia (oceanid)

Asterope (Oceanid)

Autonoe (Oceanid)

Baloz (Albanian)

Bangu māte

Bára/ Dröfn (wave maiden)

Beroe (Nereid)

Beroe (Oceanid)

Bishop- fish

Blóðughadda (wave maiden)

Blue Men of Minch/ Na Fir Ghorma

Bromia (Nysiad)

Bucca/ Bucca- boo

Bunadh Beag Na Farraige

Bylgja (wave maiden)

Cabeiro (halia)

Callianassa (nereid)

Callianeira (nereid)

Calyce (Nysiad)

Calypso (Nereid)

Calypso (Oceanid)

Calypso (Odyssey)

Camarina (oceanid)

Capheira (oceanid)

Cerceis (oceanid)

Chernava (Russian)

Ceasg

Ceto (Nereid)

Ceto (Oceanid)

Charybdis

Chernava

Chesias (nymph)

Chryseis (oceanid)

Circhos

Cisseis (Nysiad)

Clio (Nereid)

Clio (Oceanid)

Clitemneste (oceanid)

Clymene (Nereid)

Clymene (Oceanid)

Clytie (Oceanid)

Cola Pesce

Coronis (Nysiad)

Coryphe (oceanid)

Cranto (Nereid)

Creneis (Nereid) 

Cydippe (Nereid)

Cymatolege (Nereid)

Cymo (Nereid)

Cymodoce (Nereid)

Cymothoe (Nereid)

Daeira (oceanid)

Davy Jones

Deino (Graeae)

Deiopea (Nereid)

Dero (Nereid)

Dexamene (Nereid)

Dione (Nereid)

Dione (oceanid)

Dodone (oceanid)

Donbettyr

Donbettyr’s Daughters

Doris (Nereid)

Doris (Oceanid)

Doto (Nereid)

Dúfa (wave maiden)

Drymo (Nereid)

Dynamene (Nereid)

E Bukura e Detit (Albanian)

Eidothea (Halia)

Eione (Nereid)

Electra (Oceanid)

Enyo (Graeae)/ Enie (Etruscan)

Ephyra (Nereid)

Ephyra (Oceanid)

Erato (Nereid)

Erato (Nysiad)

Eriphia (Nysiad)

Euagoreis (oceanid)

Euagore (Nereid)

Euarne (oceanid)

Eucrante (Nereid)

Eudora (Oceanid)

Eudore (Nereid)

Eulimene (Nereid)

Eumolpe (Nereid)

Eunice (Nereid)

Eupompe (Nereid)

Eurynome (Oceanid)

Evadne (daughter of Poseidon and Pitane)

Fae/ Fada- Catalan)/ Faerie/ Faery/ Fairy/ Fee/ Fey/ Doñas de fuera/ Gente Menuda/ Sidheóg/ Slua Sí/ Túathgeinte

Fées des Houles

Finfolk (Shetland)

Galatea (Nereid)

Galaxaura (oceanid)

Galene (Nereid)/ Calaina (Etruscan)

Glauce (Nereid)

Glauconome (Nereid)

Graeae

Hafstrambr

Haliae (Greek)

Halie (Nereid)

Halimede (Nereid)

Havfolk/ Havfrue/ Havmand (Swedish)/ Havmænd (Danish) (mention Harpans kraft)

Havsrå

Hefring/ Hevring (wave maiden)

Hesione (Oceanid)

Himinglæva (wave maiden)

Hippo (Oceanid)

Hippocampus

Hipponoe (Nereid)

Hrönn (wave maiden)

Hyperenor (Alcyone's son)

Hyperes (Alcyone's son)

Hyrieus (Greek)

Iache (oceanid)

Iaera (nereid)

Ianassa (nereid)

Ianeira (Nereid)

Ianeira (Oceanid)

Ianthe (oceanid)

Iasis (Ionid)

Icthyocentaurs

Ida (oceanid)

Idyia (oceanid)

Iku-Turso

Ione (nereid)

Iphianassa (nereid)

Jūras māte

Jūratė (Lithuanian)

Kabeirides

Katthveli

Kólga (wave maiden)

Kópakonan

Laomedeia (nereid)

Leiagore (nereid)

Leuce (oceanid)

Leucippe (oceanid)

Libya (oceanid)

Ligeia (Nereid)

Ligeia (Siren)

Limnoreia (nereid)

Lir/ Ler/ Llŷr

Longana

Lycorias (Nereid)

Lysianassa (Nereid)

Lysithea (oceanid)

Maera (Nereid)

Manannán/ Manawydan fab Llŷr/ Bodach/ Gilla Decair

Margýgr

Marmennill

Meduza (Russian)

Melia (oceanid)

Meliboea (oceanid)

Melite (Nereid)

Melite (Oceanid)

Melobosis (Oceanid)

Menestho (Oceanid)

Menippe (Nereid)

Menippe (Oceanid)

Mereveised (Estonian)

Merfolk/ Ben-varrey/ Dinnymara/ Mereminne/ Merenneito (Finnish)/ Morvoren

Mermaid of Warsaw

Merman (Agnete og Havmanden)

Merman (Doll i' the Grass)

Merope (Oceanid)

Merrow/ Murúch

Mopsopia (oceanid)

Morskoy Tsar

Moryana

Morzeczki

Muirdris

Nastasia of the sea

Nausithoe (Nereid)

Neaera (Nereid)

Neaera (Oceanid)

Nëczk

Nemertes (Nereid)

Nemesis (oceanid)

Neomeris (Nereid)

Nereid

Nereus

Nerites (mythology)

Neso (Nereid)

Nymph

Nysiad/ Nymphs Dodonides

Oceanid

Oceanus

Ocyrrhoe (Oceanid)

Orithyia (Nereid)

Panopea (Nereid)

Pardalokampoi

Pasithea (Nereid)

Pasithoe (oceanid)

Pedile (Nysiad)

Peitho (oceanid)

Pemphredo (Graeae)

Periboea (oceanid)

Perse (oceanid)

Petraea (oceanid)

Phaeno (oceanid)

Pherusa (Nereid)

Philyra (Oceanid)

Phyllodoce (Nereid)

Pleione (oceanid)

Plexaure (Nereid)

Plexaure (Oceanid)

Ploto (Nereid)

Plouto (Oceanid)

Polydora (Oceanid)

Polymno (Nysiad)

Polynoe (Nereid)

Polynome (Nereid)

Polyphe (oceanid)

Polyxo (Oceanid)

Pontomedusa (Nereid)

Pontoporeia (Nereid)

Pronoe (Nereid)

Proto (Nereid)

Protomedeia (Nereid)

Prymno (oceanid)

Psamathe (Nereid)

Quinotaur

Rå

Rán

Rhodea (oceanid)

Rhodope (Oceanid)

Saeftinghe mermaid

Saiva- neida

Sao (Nereid)

Sarmatian Sea Snail

Sea Mither/ Sea Midder

Sea Monk

Selkie/ Saelkie/ Sejlki/ Seal Folk/ Maighdeann-mhara/ Moidyn varrey/ Roane/ Selshamurinn

Selkolla

Sellő (Hungarian)

Seonaidh

Siren

Sjóvættir

Speio (Nereid)

Stia (Macedonian)

Stilbo (oceanid)

Styx (Oceanid)

Super-otter

Taurokampoi

Telchines

Telesto (oceanid)

Tethys

Thaleia (Nereid)

Theia (Oceanid)

The Mermaid of Padstow

The Mermaid of Zennor

Themisto (Nereid)

The Lady of the Flowing Waters (Nart)

The Nine Daughters of Ægir and Rán/ Nine Mothers of Heimdallr

The Sea Tsar (The Sea Tsar and Vasilísa the Wise)

Thoe (Nereid)

Thoe (Oceanid)

Thraike (oceanid)

Tyche (oceanid)

Urania (oceanid)

Vættir

Vasilisa the Wise (The Sea Tsar and Vasilísa the Wise)

Vasilisa the Wise’s Sisters (The Sea Tsar and Vasilísa the Wise)

Vellamo (Finnish)

Xanthe (Nereid)

Xanthe (Oceanid)

Zeuxo (Oceanid)

Zitiron