#sídhe

[jadeseadragon]

John Duncan (Scottish, 1866-1945), The Riders of the Sidhe, 1911, tempera on canvas, 114.3 × 175.2 cm; Dundee Art Gallery and Museums Collection.

[invasive-flora]

poem about being autistic i wrote before i knew im autistic

I am something that perhaps was once human

A thing caught in glimpses

But never clear enough to be real

Never seen fully enough to construct

  Something beautifully terrible

A wild thing

A child abandoned in the wood

Taken in by faeries

  Not a swap, not an even deal

One life for another

Just a quiet whisking away

For the chance that was in it

  But sídh are not men

They are secrets and whispers

Strange-mannered folk, easily angered

Not the type to make grown from a child

  I would have to do the raising myself

Create a person without seeing one

How odd, to craft what one has never lived

Like a medieval painting of an animal, never quite right

  So I set to task to build a self

A something, at least

A haphazard making of a man

An insulting impression of a woman

  A mask can take a battering

[negreabsolut]

Els genets dels Sídhe, per John Duncan. Tremp d'ou en tela, 114'3 x 175'2; 1911.

[mythosblogging]

Peadar O’Guilin’s brutal novel ‘The Call’ is set in an apocalyptic version of Ireland, where the country has been closed off from the world by supernatural means, with no one able to enter, or leave. The unfortunate number who remain are slowly being whittled down, stolen away by the chilling Daoine Sídhe – the fairies of Irish legend.

At fourteen, protagonist Nessa has a one is ten chance of making it to adulthood – most assume her odds will be even lower after an unfortunate resurgence of Polio in her childhood left her legs damaged. But Nessa is determined to survive the Call, which snatches adolescents away to the realm of the fairies, where most will find themselves dead at the hands of the Tuatha Dé Danann.

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[sadbhkellett]

A blogpost I wrote last year on such an underrated Irish writer!

[uailogenos]

[domosaidao]

Honra aos Espíritos Locais

Assim como nossos ancestrais viveram pela Terra antes de nós e nos trouxeram até aqui, os espíritos locais são ainda mais antigos e tão merecedores de respeito quanto os outros. A região onde vivemos literalmente é a casa deles muito antes de termos pisado nela e a chamado de nossa. São eles os espíritos habitantes da vegetação local, dos rios e córregos que cortam as redondezas, dos animais que nascem, crescem e morrem nessa terra, dos habitantes humanos e não-humanos tão antigos que se mesclaram ao todo unitário da localidade em si.

Esses seres não apenas vivem aqui; eles trabalham para que a harmonia de toda a egrégora da região seja mantida, mantendo o equilíbrio da natureza física e energética, tentando o seu melhor para proteger os seus e todos os que buscam refúgio na área, sejam estes outros espíritos, sejam plantas, fungos ou animais – incluindo a nós, os humanos, mesmo que sejamos quase sempre ingratos e desrespeitosos para com o chão onde vivemos.

Da mesma forma que você não quer que ninguém entre em sua casa sem lhe avisar antes, sem bater no portão e pedir permissão, ou que a pessoa desrespeite a organização e higienização pela qual você trabalhou tanto, esses espíritos não querem que nós façamos as mesmas coisas. Pelo contrário, nós e eles queremos respeito, humildade, harmonia e reconhecimento por tudo o que trazemos para nosso lar – renda, proteção, organização, saúde, alimento, conforto, assim por diante.

Muitas culturas pagãs honravam esses seres, e cada uma apresentava nomes e descrições diferentes para eles, alguns até mesmo demonstrando ser espíritos de natureza muito distinta entre si.

Para os helenos, há o Agathos Daimon (“Bom Espírito”, guardião do lar – honrado nas tradições reconstrucionistas todo segundo dia do mês lunar) e os daimones da natureza, incluindo as ninfas, as dríades, as náiades, e assim por diante. Para os romanos, os espíritos de uma casa e família eram chamados de Lares. Para os gaélicos, os espíritos da natureza são o Bom Povo (em irlandês moderno: Aos Sí; em gaélico escocês: Daoine Sìth) enquanto outros cuidam do lar, como o escocês brownie. Na cultura local, frequentemente ouvimos falar dos caiporas, Curupira, Boitatá, e das almas daqueles que viveram na nossa casa ou na região antes de nós e a elas se mesclaram, os encantados, como os nativos os chamam.

Seja qual for a origem ou a tradição, os espíritos locais são aqueles que sempre estiveram aqui, ou então, que vivem aqui muito antes de nós. Assim como nós gostamos de ser bem tratados pelos outros dentro de nossa própria casa, eles também esperam e podem ser ótimos aliados para seguirmos nossas vidas em harmonia.

[israaverse]

[OC/FAE] "Pray, sweet girl, wouldst thou cometh closer?"

[fandomsoda]

Hey anybody remember Faeverse? Because I do, here’s some more art of Fae!Ink //very, very minor blood warning

Faeverse is a project being done by me and @dinosaurzzz , a retelling of Underverse with a twist of xvials and fae folklore from many different myths. It’s still been brewing but we’ve had it around for a while and it’s about time I did some more stuff for it, this time a doodle sheet for the variation of Ink in this story. If you would like to learn more, please go to my personal project masterpost which is linked in my pinned and you will find more information in the links provided for this project. If you plan to make fan content, those posts are essential!

Either way, enjoy :3

[illustratemuse]

'Aes Sídhe' , or 'People of the Mounds', are comparable to fairies or elves within Irish Mythology. Said to live underground in fairy mounds, they either are from across the western sea, or coexist in a realm alongside our own.

Part 1 of what I plan to make an ongoing series! I love the creatures of fairytales and mythology, so I'm starting a tarot-card-style series to practice my creature design with my interpretations of them! Please enjoy, and if anyone has any suggestions let me know!

[jadeseadragon]

Annie Stegg Gerard

[awlimagines]

A Touch of Madness (Lumina's First Kiss)

Farm work was hard. You thought you understood that going in. It wasn't until the bursting blisters and constant collapsing into the bed at night that you realized how hard it was. Things had gotten easier as you built muscle, and the year quickly passed. You couldn’t believe it was about to be Fall and how great the farm was doing. There had been enough change that the villagers commented about your hard work when you went out. 

You smiled, thinking back on the past months. Everything had gone much more smoothly once you befriended Lumina. It was amazing what having a friend did. You blushed as the brunette crossed your mind. Your feelings were tipping past friendship, but you worried about her feelings. Lumina flipped between showing an interest in you and treating you like a regular friend to the point you questioned each interaction. Your hands froze from shifting through old family albums. 

The old black and white photo starting to yellow with age showed your grandmother in the prime of her youth. She was gathered with others her age, showing off the little bookshop she opened in town. It looked like Lumina standing by your grandmother’s side. At first, you rationalized it must be Romana in the photo. Sebastian had mentioned how similar Romana looked in her youth to Lumina. It was impressive if it was Romana. The two could have been twins with how closely they resembled each other. Curious, you flipped the photograph, checking if something was written. In tidy cursive, your grandmother had labeled each person in the photo with the year. You dropped it when you saw Lumina’s name. 

It wasn’t possible. There wasn’t any logical explanation for how Lumina could have met your grandmother. It must be one of those freaky coincidences people talked about. You reasoned as you trudged up the path to the villa. You were sure Lumina would be shocked when you showed her the photo. Lumina’s honey eyes widened in shock with a gasp as she held it. She anxiously glanced toward her closed bedroom door before leaning closer to whisper. 

“Where did you find this?” she wrung her hands together. “This isn’t good.” 

You spent the next week avoiding the villa and its residents in a daze. It was impossible to wrap your head around what you learned. Romana and Lumina were some sort of fairy vampires. Their kind fed off the love they received, granting their lover the capabilities to achieve their passions. In your grandmother’s case, it was opening her store and publishing books. For you, it was the growth of the farm. They drained the lives of their lovers quickly, reducing them to shortened life spans. You tried to use this to refute the ridiculous story they told you. Your grandmother had a long life! Lumina confessed it was because she distanced herself when she realized what was happening. It was why she had been so hot and cold with you. 

“Lumina,” her name dropped from your lips as you gazed at your ceiling. You hadn’t been sleeping well. You told yourself it was because of the weight of the secret thrust upon you by chance. The truth was you missed Lumina and seeing her every day. Were you already under her spell? Restless, you slipped from the bed to walk to the beach. You hoped the sea breeze and crashing waves would help clear your mind. 

She stood framed by the dark waters and silver light of the moon. Lumina’s hands were clasped behind her back as she gazed at the horizon, lost in thought. Her voice trembled with nervous energy when she realized you were there. As the apology and offer to leave tumbled from her lips, you caught her hands in your own. 

“I accept you!” you quickly exclamined. You couldn’t let Lumina leave without saying everything you needed first. “I accept everything that comes with loving you. Living a life without you this week has been torture! I promise I will live a full life with you. Please, if you’ll have me.” 

You dropped to your knees, offering the crumpled blue feather from your pocket. It was lackluster compared to what you fantasized about, but you couldn’t wait longer. You could see the hesitation in Lumina’s eyes as you struggled to control the rapid beat of your heart. Your heart dropped as she frowned. What did you expect after ignoring her for a week when she trusted you with her family’s secret? 

“You haven’t even taken me out on a date,” she pouted. 

You blinked up at the furiously blushing girl. You couldn’t believe she was older than you and acting like this, even if she was right. Proposing before having had a single date was backward in this age. 

“We’ll just have to work backward then,” you smirked before rising to catch her lips with your own.

[forgottenbones]

Did Tolkien "Invent" Elves??

[soulsxng]

📂 (Pythius)

@lunarxdaydream | Random Headcanons | No longer accepting!

📂- He likes dancing a lot, particularly swing dancing (both the normal style and more acrobatic style of it), and he tends to use it to show off. Or flirt. But also just because he thinks that it's a lot of fun. It was something that he initially picked up because his younger sister wanted to try it, and had found and been in contact with the one that eventually became their teacher.

At first, Py didn't take her teachings all too seriously, but found even before the end of the first lesson that it was something both he and Mammon really enjoyed...even if they did struggle a bit at first. Dancing was much different from the fighting that they were used to, at that point.

[graunblida]

wednesday/nevermore au: lexa is an aos sí ( EES-SHE ) -- supernatural beings in celtic mythology comparable to elves and the fae folk. descended from the tuátha dé danann, she is a forest spirit sent to boarding school for discipline and socialization. 

[legend-collection]

Leannán sídhe

The leannán sídhe (lit. 'fairy lover'; Scottish Gaelic: leannan sìth, Manx: lhiannan shee) is a figure from Irish Folklore. She is depicted as a beautiful woman of the Aos Sí ("people of the barrows") who takes a human lover. Lovers of the leannán sídhe are said to live brief, though highly inspired, lives. The name comes from the Gaelic words for a sweetheart, lover, or concubine and the term for inhabitants of fairy mounds (fairy). While the leannán sídhe is most often depicted as a female fairy, there is at least one reference to a male leannán sídhe troubling a mortal woman.

A version of the myth was popularized during the Celtic Revival in the late 19th-century. The leannán sídhe is mentioned by Jane Wilde, writing as "Speranza", in her 1887 Ancient Legends, Mystic Charms and Superstitions of Ireland. W. B. Yeats popularized his own 'newly-ancient' version of the leannán sídhe, emphasizing the spirit's almost vampiric tendencies. As he imagined it, the leannán sídhe is depicted as a beautiful muse who offers inspiration to an artist in exchange for their love and devotion; although the supernatural affair leads to madness and eventual death for the artist:

The Leanhaun Shee (fairy mistress) seeks the love of mortals. If they refuse, she must be their slave; if they consent, they are hers, and can only escape by finding another to take their place. The fairy lives on their life, and they waste away. Death is no escape from her. She is the Gaelic muse, for she gives inspiration to those she persecutes. The Gaelic poets die young, for she is restless, and will not let them remain long on earth—this malignant phantom.