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anonymous asked:

What's the difference between the Tuatha de Danann and the Sidhe?

Sídhe (pronounced ‘she’) literallly means ‘mounds’ in Irish, but is used as an abbreviated form of the Irish literary term daoine sídhe which refers to the people of the mounds. Another, less literary, term is the aos  or aos sídhe meaning the same. These are general terms for what we think of as essentially faeries or elves in Irish and Scottish folklore and mythology. I believe the use of sídhe to refer to the daoine or aos sídhe was first used by W.B. Yeats.
The aos sídhe are often thought of as being the ancient pagan ancestors and souls of the dead, or variously as being the old pagan gods themselves who diminished in size and power as time left them abandoned. Others just see them as a completely separate species.
Then there are various types that are named, such as the bean sídhe or woman of the sídhe which refers to the female spirit who screams and wails to foretell a death (particularly in the family), or the bean nighe or washerwoman who cleans the bloody clothes and armor of the dead before they die. The leanan sídhe or fairy lover is the beautiful sídhe who seduces and sometimes marries men, while the siabhra may have been a lesser spirit prone to evil and mischief. There are also cat th (fairy cat) and cu th (fairy dog) and the sluagh sídhe or the Fairy Host, which is equatable with the Wild Hunt or Furious Hoarde.

The Tuatha dé Danann is literally translated as the Tribe of (goddess) Danu. They are interpreted as the ancient supernatural and magically-gifted race that inhabited Ireland after defeating the Fir Bolg who lived there before. They inhabited Ireland until they were defeated by the invading Milesians.

Some people argue that these were the ancient Celtic deities, but this is a modern concept that we like to agree with, rather than one that is actually substantiated by history. We don’t have any proof that Prehistoric Ireland worshiped any humanoid deities. In fact, we have no evidence of humanoid archaeological finds from Irish pre-history that weren’t imported to the Island. All ancient Irish art, even religious, seems to have been composed solely of geometrical and abstract designs. Certainly the Gaulish Celts and almost as certainly the British Celts worshiped anthropomorphic deities, which possessed relatively the same names as the Irish Tuatha dé Danann, but we know that the Celtic religion differed greatly from place to place, even though the Druids themselves had a central school and power it does not mean that there were not sects of Celtic religion.
It seems almost more likely that the Irish Celts worshiped natural features such as rivers, glens, hills and mountains, possibly some life force or sense of spirit, but understood the Tuatha dé Danann as they were recorded: solely a tribe of magical ancestors, gifted in particular areas such as healing, battle, or magic. The only sources that recorded them as gods in any way were centuries after, and heavily influenced by the Roman-pagan and then Christian religious mindsets The Tuatha dé Danann were kings, queens, and heroes. Kings, queens, and heroes are not often worshiped religiously.

From the poem Lebor Gabála Érenn:

It is God who suffered them, though He restrained them

they landed with horror, with lofty deed,
in their cloud of mighty combat of spectres,
upon a mountain of Conmaicne of Connacht.

Without distinction to descerning Ireland,
Without ships, a ruthless course
the truth was not known beneath the sky of stars,
whether they were of heaven or of earth.

How are they different from the daoine or aos sídhe?
As the majority of my responses go, it depends who you ask! Some people believe(d) that the aos sídhe were later forms of the Tuatha dé Danann, others believe(d) that they are what is left of that tribe who retreated into the Otherworld or underground into the mounds after their defeat.
While the Tuatha dé Danann are referred to more mythologically and specifically, the sídhe or aos sídhe are referred to more folkloricistically and generally. Until the mid-20th century, and even still in some parts of Britain and Ireland today, it is not totally uncommon to leave offerings or gifts for the sídhe (good people, fairy folk, the folk), while worship of the Tuatha dé Danann is stranger and more pagan.

Legendary Creatures [B]

From Wikipedia, See the Full Alphabet HERE


Smosh Family: Demigods.

FLitz (13&½): Thoth (Egyptian god of writing, magic, wisdom, and the moon)

Damien (10): Athena (Goddess of wisdom, craft, war, diplomacy, weaving, poetry, medicine, and commerce)

Boze (12): Deimos (Greek God of Terror)

Wes (12): Bia (goddess of Raw energy and force)

Shayne (10): Janus (Roman God of beginnings, transitions, time, duality, doorways, and endings)

Olivia (12): Cao-Guojiu (Chinese God of the Performing Arts)

Sohinki (11): Eris (Greek goddess of strife and discord)

LaserCorn (13): Loki (Norse God of mischief and fire)

Keith (11): Angerona (Roman Goddess of Silence/Secrets)

Mari (11): Xochipilli (Aztec god of art, games, beauty, prostitution, dance, flowers, and song)

Joven (13): Bean-Nighe/Banshee (Celtic omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld)(Omens/Creatures are the closest thing to Gods in Celtic mythos)

Noah (8): Hathor (Egyptian goddess who personified the principles of joy, feminine love, and motherhood)

Courtney (12): Freya (Norse Goddess of love, sex, beauty, fertility, gold, seiðr, war, and death)

Ian (14): Dionysus (Greek god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, and Theatre)

(They’re out of order age wise… Sorry)

LaserCorn was thirteen when the “police” came for him. He had been living in an orphanage since he was two, his mother having given him up in hopes of a better life. But, no one wanted the mischievous little boy; it was as if anyone who even looked at him disappeared off the face of the earth. Remember those “Police”? Yeah, well they were actually dwarves. Gross ugly, ball-chin dwarves. What a way to find out to find out your dad is a Norse God, right?! Well, long story short he used his weird, newly discovered, disappear-y magic and found himself in front of a ball of energy and a human philosophy book (Wes and FLitz for the confused peeps). Of course, the ball-sac dwarves could also do weird disappear-y magic and soon enough the three of them were on the run.

“Born” to Roland Haas and Athena the Goddess of wisdom, craft, war, diplomacy, weaving, poetry, medicine, and commerce (I’m going with the Percy Jackson version. AKA she joins minds with other people to create her kids), Damien Haas had a surprisingly normal life. Well, that was of course until he was SIX YEARS OLD, and a CYCLOPS chased him from his home. He was six years old and he had lost everything. His father was dead and his mother refused to answer his prayers. And now? Now Damien Haas is a ten year old nobody on the streets of California, alone, constantly looking over his shoulder in fear.

Mari Takahashi was tired of this crap. She was sick and tired of people looking at her like she was some piece of meat, she was tired of fighting her way past crowds of people that wanted to see her “dance”, and she just wanted to go home. But she knew she couldn’t, her mother had sent her to America because she recognized how talented Mari was as a ballerina. Other people just wanted her to take off her clothes. Mari realized it was time to disappear right after her eleventh birthday, when a man had cornered her and instead of letting him near her, Mari ripped out his heart. So, with bloodied tutu and pointe shoes still on she ran.

FLitz, like Damien wasn’t a being born from sex, but unlike Damien he had only one parent. Thoth had met his “mother” and after endless hours of talking to each other, Thoth could feel something creating itself. Yes, FLitz had been born of his own want to be (Thoth was also self-created); he pulled himself from the abyss and in so gave himself the ability to create. Of course he wasn’t as powerful as Thoth; his creations only lived for a day and they were easily destroyed. He had begun his own quest for knowledge at the age of twelve, and around the time he was thirteen (“Almost fourteen!”) he ran into a tall boy by the name of Wes and decided that his quest could become theirs.

So, uh, the carnival is not a fun place to be. Especially not when you’re Joshua Ovenshire (The kid who sees Death everywhere), the thirteen year old son of a guy that works on movies and a spirit that wails at people. Yep, his mom is a banshee. Well, she’s a banshee when she wants to be. Most of the time she’s just a Bean-Nighe (washes the blood from the grave-clothes of those who are about to die). So, the Carnival which is just a death trap, scares the crap out of Joven. But hey, when you’re thirteen and can predict death, a carnival is the best place to work. Until the police come after you, and you’re forced to run away with an asian girl and her weird, kinda short, friend. How did they meet? Well, Joven got in a debate with the shorter boy over the possibility of multiple Pantheons. The kid- “Sohinki” (Who names their kid that?) did have good points, but Joven had always been raised with Celtic mythos stories, and it was hard to believe that others could exist. But, in time, he would realize how right Sohinki was.

Wesley Johnson: Literal ball of energy, son of Bia, and a lover of all candies. Wes had always known who he was, where he was from, and in all honesty? It didn’t really have any effect on his day to day life. No, Wes’ life wasn’t normal there was always the camp he stayed at during the summer, there were times that he’d have to leave a room because he was literally bursting with energy, and yeah, there was the odd monster or two. It was on one of those trips to his Summer Camp that he was attacked by something called a Serpopard. Thankfully, Flitz was there to save the day. And now (after the flame haired spitfire that is Lasercorn showed up), they’re on a quest to find out why something from the Egyptian Pantheon would attack the son of a Greek goddess, while also running away from some mean dwarves.

TFW you meet someone who seems like they’ll be a sweet and innocent bean, but instead they turn out to be a vicious four foot-nothin’ ball of terror. Yeah, Boze scared the crap out of Damien, But, in his mind, that’s a good thing because if he’s scared than he’s on edge, and if he’s on edge he’s aware of his surroundings. Erica Bozeman was, as Damien stated, a four foot-nothin’ twelve year old who had found the boy behind a dumpster with a shiv as his only weapon. After questioning him, she realized he needed a safe haven where monsters couldn’t get him, and wouldn’t you guess it Boze knew exactly where to take him. Well, not where exactly, more like who to take him to. She had met Wes when they were six. It didn’t take much for their friendship to form, and now Boze had a coin that would lead her to Wes if she ever needed him.

It’s scary knowing that so much can go wrong in life. Keith Leak Jr. had found Noah Grossman one brisk winter about four years ago, which made him (currently) eleven and Noah eight. The younger never told Keith just how he ended up in the streets, and the older boy couldn’t imagine someone throwing Noah out. The boy was a ball of love, love that he gave to literally anyone. Keith had to stop him from hugging a complete stranger just last week. Of course, they were now travelling with said stranger. Keith had thought he was invisible when he’d tried to steal the apples. His mother had given him the power in hopes that he would be able to protect himself. But, he was only a kid and his powers didn’t always work. So, they had been caught trying to steal, and Shayne Topp had come to their rescue. The ten year old didn’t have a sharp tongue, or any tricks up his sleeves, he just talked to the man. In the end the three of them ended up with bags of food and a weepy man. Turns out that Shayne, being the son of Janus, could see into their pasts and was able to pull sympathy from the grocer they’d tried to steal from. Instead of ditching the other two, the ten year old took them back to his hideout where they met Olivia and Courtney.

Olivia and Courtney, were inseparable. One time they had glued their hands together just to prevent the other from leaving. They had lived in the same apartment complex since day one. Courtney had only ever shown Olivia her powers (turning things into gold), and Olivia, in return, showed Courtney that she could change her appearance at will. Of course, that apartment complex had burned down in a “freak accident” when they were twelve. More like a bunch of fire giants came after the two and now they live in an abandoned auditorium with three boys and to quote Ian Hecox, “More coming”. What did that even mean, were there monsters coming, or more people, and by more how many did he mean? Not to badmouth Ian, he had saved all of their lives, but he needs to get better at this messaging stuff. He was the oldest at fourteen and the most experienced demigod in the group. Apparently there was even a camp where they’d be able to stay at. The auditorium they were living in had been dubbed, the “Smosh” hideout, and everyone was grateful that Ian was there for them.

Matthew Sohinki had been forced to run away from home after he came home to two ghouls wearing his foster parents skin like masks. The eleven year old wasn’t fast, and he would’ve been caught if one Mari takahashi hadn’t been there to save him. She had weird flower powers that made vines wrap around his house, ghouls still inside, before pulling it back into the earth. The two ended up travelling together, in search of nothing in particular, at least not until they reached the carnival. When he’d heard what Joven could do he wanted to run, but Mari was convinced that the older boy needed to come with him. In reality, Joven wasn’t given much of a choice when the police showed up looking for blood. Joven turned out to be a great asset to the duo, his ability to see death had kept the three out of many bad situations. One bad situation that they did get themselves into was when Mari had decided to break from the group to investigate a different trio consisting of a mammoth sized guy, an almost equally sized hatted person, and a crazy looking short dude (“We are the same height, you Asshole!”) with orange hair. Apparently having six demigods in one area makes you a beaconing signal for monsters, and soon the group had to fight their way through a hoard of Strix(bird of ill omen, product of metamorphosis, that fed on human flesh and blood). So, now their trio is a sextet headed to some abandoned auditorium because some guy with a bad haircut told them that all of their questions could be answered there.

The End? I guess…Idk

Sorry for inconsistencies, I tried.

AHHH, THAT SOUNDS SO COOL!…Though, I do have a suggestion…? I’m not sure how far or where you looked into Celtic mythology, but the Irish Celts did have a few deities! (As someone who practices wicca, which incorporates many celtic themes, I actually follow a couple myself) Maybe instead of a banshee, he could be the daughter of Clíodhna herself; queen of the banshees, and also ruler of the Celtic afterlife?

The Fae Courts

The categorisation of the fae are based on court - whether or not a faery is light or dark.

Seelie Court (Associated with Spring & Summer)

The Seelie court’s land of origin is Scotland. Another name for them is The Blessed Ones. The Seelie court are known to seek help from humans, to warn those who had accidentally offended them, and to return human kindness with favors of their own. Still, a faery belonging to this court will avenge insults and could be prone to mischief. The most common time of day to see them is twilight. They are the light faeries who are known for playing pranks on humans and having a light hearted attitude, forgetting their sorrows quickly and not realising how they might be affecting the humans they play pranks on.

The Seelie court is fairly organised and structured. There is always an undisputed liege, and this liege is advised by a council made up of the highest ranking nobles of the land. For centuries, Queen Titania and her escort, King Oberon, have ruled the Seelie. Ambassadors from the retreated Unseelie court, and even further afield, sit at Seelie court as well. One can encounter elementals, spirits, genies, and various outsiders at the Seelie court, though fiends are never welcome.

The Unseelie Court (Associated with Autumn & Winter)

 Like the Seelie court, the unseelie court’s land of origin is Scotland. The term Unseelie is most often been translated to mean “unblessed” or “damned”. The Unseelie Court consists of the darkly-inclined fairies. Unlike the Seelie Court, no offense is necessary to bring down their assaults. As a group (or “host”), they appear at night and assault travelers, often carrying them through the air, beating them, and forcing them to commit such acts as shooting at cattle. Like the beings of the Seelie Court who are not always benevolent, neither are the fairies of the Unseelie Court always malevolent. Most Unseelies can become fond of a particular human if they are viewed as respectful, and would choose to make them something of a pet.

The Unseelie court is far from organised or structured. The most powerful and wily nobles vie with each other for the position of liege, and just because one noble starts the reign as monarch does not mean the same noble will sit on the thrown come springtime. Rumor holds that demons have been known to appear at the Unseelie court on occasion, though many Unseelie seem highly offended by the notion. Contrary to what many believe, the two courts are not usually antagonistic towards each other. The Laws of Cyclic Rule are enforced by ancient, deep magic, and neither court wishes to risk the repercussions of breaking such primal enchantments.

The Unseelie fae comprise the Slaugh, or The Host, the band of the unsanctified dead who fly above the earth, stealing mortals and take great pleasure in harming humans. Some Scottish legends say they were all once members of the Seelie Court who fell from grace. The Court travels on the night winds from where their unnerving cackles and howls can be heard. They have no method of reproduction, so they enslave mortals whom they think would never be missed and carry them along to become one of them.

Types of Fae (Specific To The Fae Realm)

  • Abartach 
  • Alp Lauchra
  • Bean Nighe
  • Bean Sídhe
  • Cat Sídhe
  • Cu Sídhe
  • Clurichaun
  • Dullahan
  • Fachen
  • Fear Dearg
  • Fuath
  • Gean Cánach
  • Gille Dubh
  • Glaistig
  • Leanan Sídhe
  • Leprechaun
  • Púca
  • Sluagh Sídhe

(1/8) Legendary Creatures

BANSHEE (/ˈbænʃiː/ ban-shee, from Irish: bean sí [bʲæn ˈʃiː]) is a female spirit in Irish mythology, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the underworld. In legend, a banshee is a fairy woman who begins to wail if someone is about to die. In Scottish Gaelic mythology, she is known as the bean sìth or bean nighe and is seen washing the bloodstained clothes or armour of those who are about to die. Alleged sightings of banshees have been reported as recently as 1948. Similar beings are also found in Welsh, Norse and American folklore.


Abarta (Irish)- A member of the Tuatha Dé Danaan who captured some of the Fianna and brought them to Annwn (the Otherworld).

Aengus Og (Irish) variations Angus Mac Og - Aonghus Og. A god of love, youth and beauty belonging to the Tuatha Dé Danaan.

Aí (Irish)- The poet of Tuatha Dé Danaan. Legend states that when his mother was pregnant a druid foretold that he would possess great powers.

Aibell (Irish) variations Aoibhill, Aiobhell Queen of the Munster fairies and a guardian spirit who dwelled at Craig Liath (the grey rock). Her name means “beautiful”. She possessed a magic harp which legend states that those who heard it did not live long afterwards.

Aige (Irish) - A jealous druidress turned her into a fawn and she was then killed by the warriors of Meilge.

Aileach (Irish) - A fortress in Ulster where the gods and goddesses of Tuatha Dé Danaan decided to divide Ireland between each of them.

Aillén Mac Midhna (al-yen mac mee-o-na) variations Aillen Mac Miona (Irish)- A fairy musician from Annwn who came out of his cave each year to play his timpan (belled tambourine) at the feast of Samhain (Halloween). Every year he would burn down the palace of Tara after enchanting the residents with music. Eventually Fionn Mac Cumhail resisted the music by pressing his spear to his own forehead and then beheading Aillén.

Áine (aw-ne) (Irish) - A faery queen and goddess of love and fertility. She is associated with the moon and has occasionally been seen combing her hair in the middle of a lake. Daughter of high king, Eogabail, the foster son of sea god Mannanán Mac Lir. Her sister is Fenne or Finnen.

Ankou (Ahn-koo) Sometimes called the King of the Dead. He collects souls upon their death and escorts them to the land of the dead. Traveling with his own subjects he is a feared fairy that is mainly seen on November Eve.

Annwn (a-noon) (Welsh) - “Land of Shadows”. A peaceful paradise which contained a fountain of rebirth. Arawn was the Lord of Annwn and was always accompanied by a pack of hounds.

Aoife (eef-eh) (Irish)- According to myth there are few different Aoifes. One is the daughter of Ard-Greimne, and sister of Scáthach, a warrior princess of the Land of Shadows (Anwnn). The second is the wife of ocean god Mannanán Mac Lir and stepmother to her own sister’s four children. She became jealous of them and used magic to turn them into swans. The Children of Lir had to spend 900 years in various waters until they died under the care of a monk. When Aoife’s foster father the Bodb Dearg found out what she had done he changed her into a demon of the air and she was never heard from again.

Aonbharr (Irish) - a magical horse which can travel on land and sea.

Arduinna - a gaul goddess of the moon, hunting and forests. Her sacred animal is the wild boar.

Aranrhod or Arianrod (Welsh) - Daughter of Don and sister of Gwydion, and mother to Dylan, a famous sea god.

Artio - a gaulish goddess bear goddess.

Asrai - An ancient water fairy in female or male form that lives in the sea. They are rarely seen and only at night. They are sometimes called sea ghosts because of their extremely pale, translucent skin. Legend states that they must not be exposed to the sun lest they dissolve into a pool of water

Badb (Irish) - goddess of death and battles. Her name signifies crow or raven.

Badb Catha -battle raven

Balor of the Evil Eye (Irish) - The most famous giant of the Fomorians he had one eye that destroyed anyone who was in its gaze.

Banba (Irish) -beautiful giantress. Daughter of Treon of the Land of the Shadows.

Banshee - see Bean-Sidhe or Bean-Nighe

Beag (Irish) - a goddess of the Tuatha Dé Danann, associated with a magic well.

Bean-Nighe - Sometimes called the “washer woman” because she sits on the banks of streams and rivers frantically washing bloodstains from a white shirt. She is similar to the Bean-Sidhe in that she also foretells death.

Bean-Sidhe - ( ban-shee ) This fairy woman is feared by humans because her wails and moaning foretell the impending death of someone near. She has been described as very beautiful, pale with long hair and fearsome red eyes which some say is from her constant weeping.

Bean-Fionn - Also called Jenny Greentooth, she is a malevolent fairy who lives underwater in streams and lakes. She can be either beautiful or hideous and is known to reach up from her watery depths and drag young children under the water with her.

Bean-Tighe - Sometimes called the “King of the Dead”. He is similar to the Ankou in that he collects souls upon their death and escorts them to the land of the dead. Traveling his own familiar paths in black with a black cart he is mainly seen on November Eve.

Blodeuwedd (blod-AY-weth) - welsh meaning “flower-aspect” was made from the flowers of oak, broom and meadowsweet by Gwydion and Math to be the bride of Lieu Llaw-Gyffes. Later she was turned into an owl and was an outcast of all birds.

Boann (Irish) - a water goddess and wife of Nechtan (water god) name means “she of white cattle”

Bogie - A male hobgoblin who is only up to evil and capricious acts of wrongdoing. He enjoys tormenting any traveler who is unfortunate enough to cross his path. Also called bogy, bug-a-boo, bogle or boggart.

Brigid (Irish)- a much beloved triple goddess of healing, smiths, fertility and poetry. Daughter of Dagda, her name means “fiery arrow”.

Brownie - A scruffy small brown male fairy who wears dirty, torn clothing and likes to live with humans. They like to help with chores but also like to be left alone. They expect small rewards and will abandon a home when there is no extra milk and cakes left for them. The Brownie is generally helpful unless they are crossed then they become mean and ill-tempered

Caer - a fairy maiden loved by Aengus Og (the love god) who had dreamt of her before they met. When he found out who she was he asked her father for her hand, to which her father said he could marry her if he could find her, since she had taken the form of a swan.

Cait Sith (cait shee) - a Highland fairy cat that is as large as a dog, with a white spot on it’s breast.

Cailleac Bhuer (call-y'ac V'fhoor) - Also called the Blue Hag or Stone Woman. She originates in Scotland and is an old woman of human size who walks by night with a walking stick made of holly with the carved head of a crow on top. A large carrion crow sits on her left shoulder and a touch from her magical staff means instant death to a human. If her staff is found unattended it will give its owner the power of enchantment.

Ceridwen (ker-ID-wen) (Welsh) - A Welsh sorceress and goddess of fertility. Mother of Afagddu, supposedly the ugliest man in the world. To help compensate for his looks she boiled a cauldron of knowledge for a year and a day so that he would be respected for his wisdom. Instead her other son Gwion Bach who was guarding it accidently acquired the knowledge when he sucked it from his finger.

Changeling - Some fairies love beautiful human babies and will steal them and leave an old, near-death fairy in their place. Humans have been known to place iron bars on or in their baby cradles to protect them from such thefts.

Cliodhna (Irish) - goddess of Beauty who fell in love with a mortal, Ciabhan of the Curling Locks. She had three magical birds that could sing the sick to sleep or cure them.

Corrigan - These female fairies are enchanted to forever roam the earth as beautiful blonde women by day and repulsive old hags by night. Legend states that if a mortal man loves the old hag and beautiful woman equally the enchantment is lifted.

Cyn Annwn (koon anoon) - Welsh hell hounds who are bone white with red ears.

Dagda - “the good god”. An important high king of the Tuatha Dé Danaan, who rides a black horse named Acéin (ocean) and carries a magic club.

Dairine - (Dareen) a princess of Tara

Damona - a gaulish goddess her name means “the Divine Cow”

Dana (Irish) - synonymous with Danu, Anu and Don. Mother goddess from Ireland from who the Tuatha Dé Danann take their name. The high king Dagda is her son.

Dea Arduinna - a gaulish goddess shown seated on a wild boar. She ruled over the beasts of the forest.

Deirdre - “of the sorrows” according to myth the aging King Conchobhar Mac Nessa wanted to marry her but she was in love with Naoise with whom she ran away with to Alba. Nessa had Naoise killed and then forced Deirdre to marry him. Once married she remained sad and distant. When Nessa tired of her he handed her over to Naoise’s assassin. Instead of sleeping with her lovers murderer she commited suicide by throwing herself off a running chariot. From each of the graves of Naoise and Deirdre grew a pine which eventually interwined and grew as one tree.

Domnu (Irish) - goddess of the Fomorians. Mother goddess of undersea dwellers.

Druids - The Druids were important figures in Celtic Ireland and held positions as advisors, judges and teachers. Draoi-id means “oak knowledge”. They were male and female and it took up to 20 years to learn all of the Druidical laws. Evans-Wentz in the book Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries states that they were magicians and prophets and they could foretell the future and interpret the secret will of the fairies.

Dubh - a druidress who used her magic powers to drown her husbands lover. In return her husband had her drown in what became known as Dubh’s Pool.

Duergarrs (Doo-ay-gahrs) - A male dwarf fairy approximately 2 feet tall. They are unfriendly to humans and guard fairy paths and hills.

Dylan - “son of the wave”, a welsh sea god who as soon as he sprang from his mother’s womb (Arianrhod) he jumped into the sea and swam as well as any fish.

Éire (Irish) - goddess of Ireland

Elves - Elves are small and thin with pointed ears and sinewy bodies. Despite their small stature they are very intelligent and industrious and play a major part in the land of fairy.

Epona - “divine horse”, a celtic horse goddess either depicted riding a mare or with a horse and foal.

Etain - (aideen) an Irish fairy queen from the Tuatha Dé Danaan who was reincarnated many times. She was the second wife of King Midir when Midir’s first wife became jealous and had a druid cast a spell so that she was reborn as a mortal. To make it hard for Midir to find Etain the druid first changed her into a pool of water, a worm and then finally a fly. At a banquet King Etars wife accidentally swallowed a fly that had flown into her cup of wine and then she became pregnant with Etain. As the mortal Etain grew up King Eochaidh and his brother Aillill fell in love with her. King Midir eventually found her and reawakened her memories of her past life as an immortal queen in the fairy realm. In a game of chess he won her back from King Eochaidh.

Ethlinn (Irish) - daughter of Balor of the Evil Eye.

Ethné (Irish)- exiled from the Tuatha Dé Danaan. She wanders the hills in vain as a mortal listening to the disembodied voices of the fairies so she can return.

Fairy Trees - All trees are sacred to fairies but the ones most mentioned in fairy lore include: Oak, Ash, Apple, Hazel, Rowan, Holly, Willow, Elder, Alder, Hawthorn and Blackthorn. Willows have been known to uproot themselves on dark nights and follow solitary travelers through the woods. Hazel nuts were thought to instill wisdom and fertility and apples: power and youth.

Fairies/Faeries - The word “fairies” now encompasses all of the inhabitants of Fairyland including the Daoine Sidhe of the Highlands. The Tuatha Dé Danaan of Ireland. The Tylwth Teg of Wales. The Seelie and Unseelie-Court and the Trooping and Solitary fairies. Other names given to the fairy race include: Daoine Maithe ‘the good people’, the Sidhe race, the Gentry, the “People of Peace”, “the still-folk”, the “silent moving folk”, the Sith , the Fair-Family, Fair-Folk, and the Fées.

Fand (Irish) - “The Pearl of Beauty”, wife of the sea god Manannán Mac Lir.

Fir Darrigs (Fear Durgs) - Also called Rat Boys. They are very unpleasant fairies with fat ugly features, hairy skin and long snouts which make them look like large rats. They like to trick humans and other fairies out of their possessions and they love to eat rotten fish and food.

Fomorians (Irish) - One of the first inhabitants of Ireland who were considered demons because of their misshapen bodies and violent acts. The Highland Fomorians were a race of giants and not as evil as them.

Gancanagh (Gon-cawn-ah) - A legendary beautiful male fairy who enjoys seducing mortal women to fall in love with him and then disappearing only to leave them to search for him until their deaths.

Ghillie Dhu (Gillee Doo) - These are tree fairies who disguise themselves as leaves and love to play pranks on human travelers who unknowingly have ventured into their forest.

The Glastig (clee-stickh) - An infamous fairy who is believed to no longer exist. A beautiful woman fairy of human size who attempts to lure mortal human males to be her companion and is friendly until they notice her goat hooves. Then she either drowns them or drains them of their blood.

Gnomes or Dwarves - Earth fairies who age very quickly. They seem to have been born old and they live for hundreds of years. They are very intelligent and they make their homes in hollowed out trees or partly underground. They vary in personalities and temperament.

Gwragedd Annwn (Gwer-geth Ai-noon) - A beautiful blond fairy of human size who is helpful and kind to humans. She lives near lakes.

Gwyllions - Either male or female they live in the mountains and tend goats but also have a disturbing habit of sitting on rocks above roads and staring eerily at passing travelers.

Goblins and Hobgoblins - A name given by humans to the mean, mischievous elves who sometimes haunt their homes.

Grian (Irish)- solar female deity

Gwen (Welsh) - “The White Swan” daughter of Cynwal

Irnan (Irish) - sorceress who spinned a magic web

Knockers - Dwarf fairies who live underground and are expert miners

Leanan-Sidhe (lan-awn-shee) - the Fairy Mistress similar to the Lhiannan-Shee, except she is given a more benevolent description by Lady Wilde in Ancient Legends of Ireland: 'The Leanan-Sidhe, or the spirit of life, was supposed to be the inspirer of the poet and singer, as the Ban-Sidhe was the spirit of death, the foreteller of doom.’ Her inspiration comes at a price, in that poets and artists fueled by her die an early death.

Leprechauns - A solitary male fairy with the cunning ability to steal or find treasure. He loves riddles and dares others to find the treasure that he has hidden, sometimes so well that he himself cannot find it.

Lhiannan-Shee (lannan-shee) - A beautiful vampiric fairy who has been said to either drain her victims of blood or collect it in a cauldron where she performs spells and rituals to keep herself youthful and beautiful.

Lunantisidhe (Loo-nan-tee-shee) - An extremely thin, wiry old hairless man with pointed ears, long teeth, arms and fingers. He travels in a group that climbs and lives in the Blackthorn trees. They despise humans and will go to great lengths to harm them if their beloved trees are trodden upon.

Macha (Irish)- a triple goddess of war. Wife of Nemed, then wife of Nuada.

Maeve - goddess of sovereignty

Manannán Mac Lir (Irish) - A major sea god, the son of Lir. He ruled from Emain Ablach (Emain of the Apple Trees) an island paradise in the Land of Promise. His wife is Fand. A noble leader he possesses an invincible sword and invulnerable helmet and armor.

Mermaids - Also called the merpeople, merrows. A generally gentle female fairy who lives in the sea with a human torso and fish tail. They sometimes travel upstream and have been known to take human lovers to their underwater kingdoms.

Merman - A male counterpart of the mermaid. They also have human torsos and fish tails but are not as interested in humankind as the mermaids. They are wilder with pigs eyes, red noses and green hair and tend to enjoy the stormier aspects of the sea.

Mórrigán (Irish) - a major triple goddess of war, death and slaughter. Her name means great queen. She is interchangeable with Macha, Badb and Nemain. Her favorite shape is that of the crow or raven.

Nair (Irish) - name means “modesty”. A goddess who took the high king Crebhán to the otherworld and gave him fantastic treasures.

Nantsovetta - a gaulish goddess connected with water

Nemain - a war goddess and wife of Neit. She hovers over battlefields inspiring battle madness. Nemain means venomous, Macha (personification of battle), Dea (hateful), Badb (fury) and Morrigan (great queen)

Olwen (Welsh) - means “she of white track” named because of four white trefoils that spring up wherever she trods. A Formorian.

Oonagh (Irish) - wife of Fionnbharr. Dwelt in the sidhe (hill) of Meadhna.

Phookas - A destructive fairy that travels in a pack, they have the body of a goat or horse and the head of a human male. Fairies and humans fear them and avoid them at all cost.

Pixies - A small, winged fairy with a large head, pointy ears, nose and eyebrows. They are mischievous and love fancy clothing made to resemble their favorite flowers. They love dancing, singing and merry making.

Rhiannon (Welsh) - Her name means “maid of Annwn” or “great Queen”. Originally promised to Gwawl, Rhiannon was seen by Pwyll, a chieftain of Dyfed, when she was riding on a magnificent white horse. When Rhiannon rejected Gwawl and married Pwyll her household fell under a curse in which her first born son vanished and was presumed dead at her hand. Her son was eventually restored to life and she named him Pryderi which means “care”. According to legend Rhiannon’s birds sang more sweetly than any mortal bird and were said to have magical powers.

Robin Goodfellow or Puck - This male fairy looks like a satyr with a boys head and the body of a goat. He is playful and loves to play his pipes throughout the forests which entices all the animals and fairies alike to follow his melodious music.

Sadb (Irish)- daughter of Badb Deara. Turned into a fawn by the “Dark Druid”

Scáthach nUanaind (Irish) - her names means “shadowy”, also known as Scáthach Buanand (victorious). The most famous celtic female warrior from the Land of Shadows she ran a military academy where men received training in the martial arts. Her most famous pupil was Cuchulainn to whom she gave a spear named Gae-Bolg or “belly spear”, once inside the enemies stomach it opened up 30 barbs which would then tear the stomach apart.

The Seelie-Court - Seelie means “blessed”, and this court consists of all the noble and kind fairies whose inner code of fair and good ethics contrast that of the Unseelie Court.

Selkies - Selkies appear as seals but are able to shed their sealskins and walk on land in female or male form.

Sirona - a gaul goddess whose name means “star”

Spriggans - A fairy monster who is able to inflate himself and float along the countryside. They sometimes appears as rocks or stones and create havoc on those who cross their paths.

Sulevia - a gaul goddess of the art of healing.

Taliesin - “Shining Brow”. A welsh wizard who was the first to acquire the gift of prophecy.

Tara - The ancient hill fort that became the capital of the Tuatha Dé Danaan. It was a meeting place for fairy kings and visiting dignitaries.

Tir Nan Og or Tir Na N-og (teer na nogue) - “Land of the Young” an earthly paradise where time stopped and the grass was always green and the flowers blossoming. A land of beauty where there was much music, feasting, loving and hunting.

Trooping Fairies - Fairies are sometimes divided into two classes which includes the trooping or solitary fairies. Solitary generally being the less friendly of the two.

Tuatha Dé Danann (Too-ah-day Thay-nan) - Also called the Gentry. They are the earliest fairies. Their goddess was Dana. They are the origin of the fairy race.

Tylwyth Teg (terlooeth teig) - A Welsh name for the “fair race”. Given to represent all fairies whom they believed lived in matriarchal clans.

The Unseelie Court - These are the damned or unblessed of the fairy race and they consist of all that is evil and ignoble in fairyland.

Will-o’-the-Wisp - Also called Fairy Lights, Elf-fire, Hobbedy’s Lantern or Night Whispers. Small winged fairies whose glowing lights can be seen at dusk in the meadows and grassy hills.

Death, the Maiden & Arya Stark: Analysis of Death motif in Arya’s storyline - Part III: Arya’s journey, Death’s whisper & Jaqen H’ghar

Part I: Definition of ‘Danse Macabre’ and 'Death & the Maiden’
Part II: Significance of the 'Danse Macabre’ in 'Song’ and Arya’s storyline

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Before I start this third part, I want to clarify the difference between 'Death and the Maiden’ and 'Monster and the Maiden’. These two allegories tend to sometimes get confused because they share similarities, among them the raptus (kidnapping of the Maiden), the shady creature and the sexual awakening. Not to say that these two allegories can’t overlap. But it is important that I draw the distinction between them in this meta at least. Mainly, that the 'Death and the Maiden’ archetype has death as a symbol, not a character. The 'Monster and the Maiden’ allegory has the monster, or Hades/Hephaestus, as a character, and it’s an allegory to the nature of mankind and the nature of evil, darkness and fear.

Examples of 'Monster and the Maiden’:

  • Hunchback of Notre Dame
  • Phantom of the Opera
  • Beauty and the Beast (predominantly)
  • Frankenstein
  • Dracula
  • The Perfume

In these examples the existence of the creature itself is put into question. The creature represents the shadow of humanity taking form, and our fear towards it. 'Monster and the Maiden’ is beautifully represented as well in 'Song’, but with two very different characters: Sandor Clegane and Sansa Stark. In 'Death and the Maiden’ death does not represent humanity. Death is an almighty force of nature with no strings attached to mortality or identity. The conflict stems from our maiden, and her relationship with death. And our maiden can take many forms, among them:

  • The ophelia
  • The black widow
  • The femme fatale

Her relationship with death is abstract.

With that said, let’s continue our analysis.

So in Part 2 we analyzed how the 'Danse Macabre’ motif is interwoven in the subtext of 'Song’. We fleshed out the relationship between 'Danse Macabre’ and the Faceless Men and started analyzing the motif of 'Death & the Maiden’ in Arya’s story arc in particular.

As you can possibly imagine, an entire analysis of this motif would take me months to make and would make this meta ten to twenty times longer than I want it to be. So for the sake of my real life outside of the internet, I’m only going to brush the surface of this literary analysis in hopes of keeping it concise, short and enjoyable. So, with that said, I’m not going to provide an entire summary of Arya’s entire story arc. I’m just going to pick and choose main examples and hope you guys can draw the comparison.

So we established the introduction of Arya, Lyanna and death being connected and its parallel to Death & the Maiden. And in the introductory paragraph of that analysis I mentioned how Arya didn’t choose to become a killer, but rather was forced into it due to the circumstances. Let’s go over some of them:

She’s in principle a very sweet, lovable girl, certainly wild and unladylike, but not a psychopath by nature. Most Arya’s fans would agree with me. Arya keeps on losing her innocence and humanity and straying farther away into this revenge frenzy by what she witnesses and what she loses:

  • By her father’s death
  • By witnessing the death and torture of tons of people
  • By her brother’s and mother’s death
  • By the Hound
  • By Jaqen H'ghar and the Faceless men

Originally posted by chthonicdivinity

Arya, just like Sansa, is taken out of safety, out of her comfort zone, and forced to adopt many identities, many faces, many names, to keep herself safe. But that’s the thing. She’s forced into it. She’s grasped by the invisible hand of destiny and forced into a cycle of destruction and pain. After witnessing such awful things and after losing so much most humans either break or adapt into the situation, much to their displeasure. Arya is strong and a survivor, and she adapts to the new world she’s now a part of. A world in which she’s not safe and in which she has to fight and kill and do awful things in order to stay alive.

The anger and hopelessness slowly start eating away her faith and leave her holding onto the last thing she has: death. Death seems to be her savior: the death of her enemies that saves her and makes her feel powerful; the bloody revenge she seeks as a coping mechanism against her traumas and her feelings of helplessness.

And yet, it would be false to believe Arya herself isn’t afraid of death, or even afraid of killing. I’d say she’s quite terrified of it, but after having to do it more than once she kind of grows numb to her own brutality. This is also something completely normal.

Before I dive deeper into this, however, I want to touch on the beginning of Arya’s subtle relationship with death. In my first meta I mentioned the 'Death and the Maiden’ motif has a strong erotic subtext and that the dance between Death and the Maiden herself is not a fatal grasp, but more of a seduction. How does death’s seduction on Arya start?

Arya’s journey. First step to the seduction: Death’s whisper:

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“It’s dead,” she said aloud. “It’s just a skull, it can’t hurt me.” Yet somehow the monster seemed to know she was there. She could feel its empty eyes watching her through the gloom, and there was something in that dim, cavernous room that did not love her.

- Game of Thrones, Arya III

Arya’s encounters with death are quite mesmerizing and repetitive. Other characters like Jon, Jaime and even Bran have had encounters and conversations with the dead, but they have mostly occurred in dreams or haven’t happened as often. With Arya, however, this encounters are usual and they seem to carry a very unsettling atmosphere, almost as if the dead were communicating with her. Let’s analyze another example of this:

One time Arya woke in the dark, frightened for no reason she could name. Above, the Red Sword shared the sky with half a thousand stars. The night seemed oddly quiet to her, though she could hear Yoren’s muttered snores, the crackle of the fire, even the muffled stirrings of the donkeys. Yet somehow it felt as though the world were holding its breath, and the silence made her shiver. She went back to sleep clutching Needle.

Come morning, when Praed did not awaken, Arya realized that it had been his coughing she had missed. They dug a grave of their own then, burying the sellsword where he’d slept.

- Clash of Kings, Arya V

Arya awakens in the middle of the night for no reason whatsoever, and frightened. The narration doesn’t mention any nightmare or any rational circumstance behind this. She immediately notes that the night is offly quiet, which is strange. The night is not quiet: Yoren is snoring, the fire is crackling and the donkeys are stirring. But she still notices how the world around her is holding its breath.

Because there’s someone else holding his breath. Praed. He’s not breathing anymore.

Missing someone’s coughing is really specific. No doubt Arya’s been traveling with this company long enough to get used to the same sounds these men make in the night. Yet, would missing a cough really cause this feeling of fear in a girl? Why is she the one who wakes up and feels this?

Because it’s not the lack of coughing that she’s noticing. She feels the closeness of death. It’s almost as if dead Praed is making her notice how he’s holding his breath.

I could list probably fifty more examples of what I call 'death whispering in Arya’s ear’; but it would take too long. So I’ll just leave here the next most haunting one:

The one-armed woman died at evenfall. Gendry and Cutjack dug her grave on a hillside beneath a weeping willow. When the wind blew, Arya thought she could hear the long trailing branches whispering, “Please. Please. Please.” The little hairs on the back of her neck rose, and she almost ran from the graveside.

- Clash of Kings, Arya IX

“Please” is the word this woman is chanting until her death, and Arya can still listen to it, even after she’s gone.

Am I saying Arya has the supernatural power of communicating herself with the dead? Not in a literal sense. It is subtext, referenced symbolically to convey a certain motif. That death is looming closely behind her: see again 'Lyanna=Arya. Beautiful, willful and dead before her time’.

Hearing the voices of the dead as a bad omen of someone else about to die soon is a well known british, irish and welsh myth, represented in creatures like Banshees and Bean nighe, women who wail in the night, warning the members of a family of the death of someone important. Arya could be metaphorically hearing the voices of the dead as a bad omen of the tragedy that is to befall not only her family, but tons of other people in Westeros during the war.

They all seemed to be looking at her, the living and the dead alike.

- Storm of Swords, Arya 29

Yet, why is Arya the one with such an affinity for death? Why is she the one who has to listen to it? We can clearly see that she’s more than frightened by this. And yet, no matter how many times she tries to escape it, death keeps on lingering around her. Whispering. Like this creepy bastard right here:

Here we have another example of death’s closeness to Arya. We jump a little further ahead, to her time with the Brotherhood without Banners and her encounter with the ghost of High Heart:

But the stink of death is fresh on you, my lord.

- The ghost of High Heart says this to Dondarrion, but later on we find out that she’s not smelling him, but Arya. Remember, Dondarrion is a man who has been killed and resurrected Rh'llor knows how many times. And yet, he’s not the one smelling of death. This is very unsettling in itself, but let’s keep going to where the ghost actually speaks to Arya Stark.

She turned her head sharply and smiled through the gloom, right at Arya. “You cannot hide from me, child. Come closer, now.”

Cold fingers walked down Arya’s neck. Fear cuts deeper than swords, she reminded herself. She stood and approached the fire warily, light on the balls of her feet, poised to flee.

The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. “I see you,” she whispered. “I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death…” She began to sob, her little body shaking. “You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!”

There was such fear in her voice that Arya took a step backward, wondering if the woman was mad. “Don’t frighten the child,” Thoros protested. “There’s no harm in her.”

- Storm of Swords, Arya 43

Wow. This is a really bad omen for Arya. Up until now, the ghost of High Heart has predicted the Red Wedding, the Purple Wedding, the death of Balon Greyjoy and the siege of Harrenhall at the hands of the Mountain with frightening accuracy. And now we don’t know what she sees in Arya. We only know it makes her as frightened and sad as the tragedy at Summerhall. What could be so tragic in Arya’s future that makes the ghost of High Heart so sad and frightened?

She calls Arya 'dark heart’, 'wolf child’, 'blood child’. We know she’s a wolf child; she has warg dreams and she’s a Stark. But what do dark heart and blood child mean? Do they mean her desire for revenge? Her evil? Is the ghost of High Heart frightened that she’s some bloodthirsty monster like her undead mother will be?

I don’t think so. The ghost is frightened of Lady Stoneheart, because when she dreams of her she wakes up in terror. But with Arya she’s sad, meaning Arya is not some monster. Arya is a victim of something. Something terrible, something so sad that the ghost compares it to Summerhall. Arya makes her gorge in grief, like Jinglebell, like Egg and his family.

She says Arya is the one who smells of death. Which is quite unusual, given the fact that she’s standing next to soldiers who kill every day and Beric has been resurrected so many times, meaning these men should be the ones smelling of death. Not Arya.

I think the reason Arya smells of death is not only because of the men she’s killed, or because of her constant desire to keep on killing. It’s because death is lingering constantly around her. She’s gotten an iron coin from a faceless man, she’s dealt with assassins. And somewhere in her future the ghost of High Heart sees death. She sees tragedy.

'Cold fingers walking down Arya’s neck’ also unsettles me a little bit. I know it’s just a sensation, but the phrase itself is scary. Whose fingers? Death’s fingers?

So up until now we see Arya’s closeness to death is inevitable. And at the beginning she’s freaking scared of it. Even despite the fact that she’s already killed a stable boy. Arya’s transformation is not immediate.

We get the idea this girl would not take kindly to making death something to be worshipped; right? Well, that starts to change.

After Arya gets captured by Lannister men and on the way to Harrenhall all of the trauma and the hatred and the rage start brewing inside our little girl and this is the moment in which her famous prayer starts taking form. She hates the men who killed Yoren and Lommy and who torture the people she’s traveling with. She hates the king and the queen and the Hound who killed Mycah, and Ilyn, who beheaded her father and she starts repeating their names at night.

Back in Winterfell, Arya had prayed with her mother in the sept and with her father in the godswood, but there were no gods on the road to Harrenhal, and her names were the only prayer she cared to remember.

- Clash of Kings, Arya XXVI

Arya starts losing faith and hope and she holds onto the one thing that is left for her. Her hatred, which will slowly transform into a deep desire for revenge.

And enter the next step to sealing Arya’s continuous relationship with death: Jaqen H'ghar.

The girl and the faceless man. Second step to the seduction: Empowerment:

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Jaqen H'ghar is one of my favorite characters in Arya’s arc. And his relationship to her is, to me, one of the most intimate relationships Arya has in the whole storyline. And by intimate I mean exactly what you think I mean.

Arya meets Jaqen while they are still traveling with Yoren, and Jaqen immediately takes an interest in her. Now, I’ve heard a lot of speculation concerning Jaqen’s approach on Arya, and I think it is clear that he chose to approach her for a reason. Jaqen’s interest in Arya wasn’t random. But I digress, because this is a very interesting subject for another discussion.

Arya winds up saving Jaqen from death by throwing an axe at him and his companions and freeing them from their cage, allowing them to escape the fire. This is what will tie Jaqen to Arya, as he feels compelled to repay his debt to her. And this strongly influences Arya’s psychology, as her imprisonment in Harrenhall makes her feel weak and helpless:

On the road Arya had felt like a sheep, but Harrenbal turned her into a mouse. She was grey as a mouse in her scratchy wool shift, and like a mouse she kept to the crannies and crevices and dark holes of the castle, scurrying out of the way of the mighty.

- Clash of Kings, Arya 30

Jaqen comes riding into Harrenhall with Rorge and Biter as a part of the group lead by Amory Lorch.

If you believe the alchemist’s theory, then we could assume Jaqen had a mission in Oldtown, so he actually took a very weird detour by coming to Harrenhall. He was clearly looking for something; for someone; for Arya. Whether to repay his debt or for some other reason, he wasn’t there just because he simply wanted to be.

Jaqen recognizes Arya and immediately looks for her. And they seal a pact.

Arya was dreaming of wolves running wild through the wood when a strong hand clamped down over her mouth like smooth warm stone, solid and unyielding. She woke at once, squirming and struggling. “A girl says nothing,” a voice whispered close behind her ear. “A girl keeps her lips closed, no one hears, and friends may talk in secret. Yes?”

Heart pounding, Arya managed the tiniest of nods.

Jaqen H’ghar took his hand away. The cellar was black as pitch and she could not see his face, even inches away. She could smell him, though; his skin smelled clean and soapy, and he had scented his hair. “A boy becomes a girl,” he murmured.

“I was always a girl. I didn’t think you saw me.”

“A man sees. A man knows.” She remembered that she hated him.

“You scared me. You’re one of them now, I should have let you burn. What are you doing here? Go away or I’ll yell for Weese.”

“A man pays his debts. A man owes three.”

“Three? “

“The Red God has his due, sweet girl, and only death may pay for life. This girl took three that were his. This girl must give three in their places. Speak the names, and a man will do the rest.” He wants to help me, Arya realized with a rush of hope that made her dizzy.

“Take me to Riverrun, it’s not far, if we stole some horses we could-”

He laid a finger on her lips. “Three lives you shall have of me. No more, no less. Three and we are done. So a girl must ponder.” He kissed her hair softly. “But not too long.”

By the time Arya lit her stub of a candle, only a faint smell remained of him, a whiff of ginger and cloves lingering in the air. The woman in the next niche rolled over on her straw and complained of the light, so Arya blew it out. When she closed her eyes, she saw faces swimming before her. Joffrey and his mother, Ilyn Payne and Meryn Trant and Sandor Clegane… but they were in King’s Landing hundreds of miles away, and Ser Gregor had lingered only a few nights before departing again for more foraging, taking Raff and Chiswyck and the Tickler with him. Ser Amory Lorch was here, though, and she hated him almost as much. Didn’t she? She wasn’t certain. And there was always Weese.

She thought of him again the next morning, when lack of sleep made her yawn.

- Clash of Kings, Arya 30

This scene is very intimate in itself. Jaqen comes to her while she’s sleeping; he puts a hand in her mouth to shush her in case she screams and he whispers in her ear. Again, an agent of death whispering in Arya’s ear. Quite familiar. And there’s a very weird closeness between these two characters. Arya doesn’t feel uncomfortable by Jaqen’s actions. Again, she has to remind herself that she hates him. She also takes on quite a few unusual details, like his smell.

Jaqen lays a finger on her lips, quite an intimate gesture; he calls her sweet girl and he goes as far as to kiss her hair.

This one’s coming in stronger than creeper #1 Littlefinger came at Sansa the first time in the tournament in 'Game’. Remember Littlefinger just dared to brush one of Sansa’s auburn locks away. And from that gesture alone it became clear that Littlefinger was infatuated by her. Now, fair enough, Littlefinger also talked about how Sansa had her mother’s hair and how Cat had been his Queen of Love and Beauty once. But in this situation Jaqen is not only touching Arya’s lips (more than once), he also kisses her hair and whispers in her ear. And if Arya can smell him, that means he’s standing very close to her.

Where am I trying to get with this? I’m implying there is quite a lot of intimacy in this encounter between Arya and Jaqen. I am not implying there is something remotely sexual or romantic between Jaqen and Arya. At least, not in the surface. But I am accentuating the intimacy of this encounter because it was clearly done on purpose.

Jaqen’s subtle approach on Arya plays like a seduction. He’s coming to her at night, to her bed, illicitly, to whisper in her ear, seal an agreement, talk about secrets, touch her mouth more than once and kiss her hair. It’s quite hard to ignore the undertone.

But what does the agreement entail? It entails death. Jaqen and Arya’s relationship bases itself on murder.

A man pays his debts. A man owes three. The Red God has his due, sweet girl, and only death may pay for life. This girl took three that were his. This girl must give three in their places. Speak the names, and a man will do the rest. Three lives you shall have of me. No more, no less. Three and we are done. So a girl must ponder. But not too long.

Note that Jaqen is not trying to save Arya. She asks him to take her to Riverrun and he immediately denies her, changing the subject back to his debt. Again we can see death as the trickster here. Jaqen H'ghar could pay his debt by saving Arya; but he goes with a pact of murder. Like a genie from a lantern, he offers three wishes. All of them entailing death.

Who does Arya choose? Well, her first man is Chiswyck for telling an awful story about how Gregor mercilessly raped a maiden. She goes to Jaqen and whispers Chiswyck’s name in his ear. I find this whispering game so freaking mesmerizing. Arya and Jaqen both share a secret pact, so it makes sense that Arya whispers the names of the men she wants dead as opposed to saying them out loud when everyone can hear. But note that even when Jaqen and her are alone in the Godswood she whispers.

Again: Death’s whisper.

It wasn’t Harren, Arya wanted to say, it was me. She had killed Chiswyck with a whisper, and she would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.

- Clash of Kings, Arya 30

And here we go. Empowerment. The first death transforms Arya from a mouse into a ghost. It gives her power again, it makes her brave again. Jaqen is her savior in a way. He’s the one who reminds her of who she is; he gives her her courage back. Ironical, for a man who wants her to join an organization in which she’ll have to get rid of her former self.

I was a sheep, and then I was a mouse, I couldn’t do anything but hide. Arya chewed her lip and tried to think when her courage had come back. Jaqen made me brave again. He made me a ghost instead of a mouse.

- Clash of Kings, Arya 47

Jaqen H'ghar is pretty much the only protector Arya has who manages to keep his word. Gendry abandons her, Jon and Robb are too far from her to protect her, Eddard, Yoren and Sandor Clegane all die before she can reach safety, Dondarrion and the Brotherhood lose her and Brienne and Jaime never manage to seal their oath to find her and protect her. Only Jaqen seals his debt with her. He comes back to Harrenhall for her, kills two people and allows the Boltons to take over, gives her a coin that will later bring her to a relatively safe haven in Braavos and leaves.

An assassin, an agent of death, is acting as Arya’s savior.

Here we can also find a parallel between Arya’s and Sansa’s storylines. They share a bunch similarities. Both girls are in a very dangerous situation after their father’s death; and their story-arcs are very similar. Both of them are held hostage in castles controlled by Lannisters, Harrenhall and the Red Keep. Both of them find protectors who cannot do much to keep them safe. In the case of Sansa it is Tyrion and Dontos; in the case of Arya it is Yoren, Gendry and Dondarrion. Both girls have a very strong relationship with the Hound, but he fails in his attempt to save them. Sansa refuses to go with him and Arya abandons him. Both of them are part of the sacred oath Jaime and Brienne swear, but they both fail in getting to them in time. And to top it all, both of them are finally saved and whisked away, not by Sandor or Jaime, the knights, not by Tyrion or Beric or Yoren, but by a sly trickster with connections to Braavos whose intentions are more than shady and who seems weirdly infatuated by them.

Yes, Jaqen H'ghar is Arya’s Littlefinger.

This leitmotiv is an ingenious turn-around of the knight in shining armor tales of the middle ages. The knights in 'Song’ are pretty sad and they are constantly failing. They fail to keep their bows to their lords and kings (see: Jaime), they fail to save their lords and kings (see: Brienne), they fail on being honorable and protecting the weak (see: the Mountain), and now on top of that, they fail to save the damsel in distress from the monster or the thief, who ends up outsmarting them.

And if we want to take this a step further, this arc parallels the story of Bael the Bard. Sansa, Lyanna and Arya: Three daughters of the first men whisked away by a trickster, a musician and an assassin; respectively. The Sygerrik (or deceiver) is all of them, and they steal the virgin daughter from the Lord of Winterfell, the most beautiful winter rose in the garden, leaving our Lord daughterless. George has stated that in his books history repeats itself. Is the legend of Bael the Bard repeating itself with Sansa and Arya like it repeated itself with Lyanna?

Let’s keep going on Arya’s relationship with Jaqen H'ghar, shall we?

Arya outsmarting the Trickster:

Originally posted by bitchygay

The light of the moon painted the limbs of the weirwood silvery white as she made her way toward it, but the five-pointed red leaves turned black by night. Arya stared at the face carved into its trunk. It was a terrible face, its mouth twisted, its eyes flaring and full of hate. Is that what a god looked like? Could gods be hurt, the same as people?

- Clash of Kings, Arya 47

Here we see a very interesting idea. Can gods be hurt? Can gods be outsmarted, tricked? Or are they almighty beings who know everything and rule every single creature like in greek mythology?

We also see Arya staring into the face of a dangerous god. A god with a terrible face and eyes full of hate, and wondering if this is what gods look like. Based on Arya’s relationship with death to this point, we could interpret this scene as Arya staring at one of the faces of the many-faced-god, and realizing, albeit unconsciously, how cruel and dangerous of a god he is.

And this is where things turn very interesting. Jaqen comes to her while she’s in the godswood of Harrenhall and demands a third name.

Gods are not mocked are his first words, because Arya is scolding the heart tree for not having saved her father. But his warning is quite ironic, for later on she will have tricked him, and he will be forced to kill more than one man for her, thus, in a way, tricking his own god.

Arya is sure Jaqen H'ghar has been sent by the gods. She accentuates this more than once: 'She regarded him suspiciously. Had the gods sent him?’ ; 'Maybe the gods had sent him in answer to her prayers.’

It’s quite bold to trick an envoy from the gods, is it? And yet Arya makes Jaqen H'ghar swear to the gods that he’ll kill anyone she wants him to and then she gives him his own name, forcing him to go back on his word just to save his own neck.

Jaqen might have other reasons to want to stay alive. If he has a mission in Oldtown and he dies in Harrenhall by the wish of this girl, he will have botched something very important just because of his silly fixation and debt to her. Thus, he has no choice but to oblige.

“A girl will weep. A girl will lose her only friend.”

“You’re not my friend. A friend would help me.” She stepped away from him, balanced on the balls of her feet in case he threw his knife. “I’d never kill a friend.”

- Clash of Kings, Arya 47

Jaqen H'ghar tries to trick Arya one more time, by claiming to be her friend. Let’s not forget death in the medieval representations is a trickster, and in many a story death also assumes a very friendly position, completely unexpected of him. Death comes as a friend, to gain the victim’s trust. But this victim in particular is onto him, and the trickster gets tricked.

You all must be quite familiar with the motif of 'trickster being tricked’ and even with 'tricking death’. It’s quite popular in universal mythology.

In this situation in particular, Arya becomes the trickster. She saves herself by tricking the envoy from the gods, who’s trying to end his pact with her. Jaqen has no choice but to submit to her.

Jaqen’s smile came and went. “A girl might… name another name then, if a friend did help?” “A girl might,” she said. “If a friend did help.” The knife vanished. “Come.” “Now?” She had never thought he would act so quickly.

“A man hears the whisper of sand in a glass. A man will not sleep until a girl unsays a certain name. Now, evil child.”

I’m not an evil child, she thought, I am a direwolf, and the ghost in Harrenhal. She put her broomstick back in its hiding place and followed him from the godswood.

- Clash of Kings, Arya 47

Arya’s trickery is likely to have big repercussions, and this is something Jaqen H'ghar does not want. So the many-faced-god and his due is not as unravelled as we would hope from a god of death. Jaqen, an assassin and a member of the Faceless Men, clearly doesn’t believe in killing inconspicuously. He makes it clear: 'The hungry gods will feast on blood tonight, if a man would do this thing. Sweet girl, kind and gentle. Unsay one name and say another and cast this mad dream aside.’

In part two I talked about Arya becoming the main victim of the 'Danse Macabre’ as in, death actually taking a lot of time to seduce her. But I never mentioned that Arya would be completely incapable of escaping this cycle. Arya tricking Jaqen is our first example of the 'trickster being tricked’ motif in this whole 'Death and the Maiden’ parallel.

In part iV I will talk about Arya’s relationship with death during her training in the House of Black and White and hopefully I will manage to end this meta by talking about the significance of this motif for Arya’s future.

Until then, I hope you are enjoying my analysis.


Originally posted by lordcommander-snow

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you list many female monsters from mythology and fantasy?


I can’t give you the full list of all mythology female monsters, and since this is my project Mythika’s blog I’ll give you all the female monsters that are in Mythika.

Beasts and non-humanoid monsters that are always female, male variants don’t exist.

Abaia (Melanesian) – Fish (Level 7)
Ajatar (Finnish) – Demon (Level 8)  
Alp, Shtriga (Albanian) – Fae (Level 5)
Asdeev (Persian) – Dragon/Shifter (Level 9)
Chicheface (French) – Beast (Level 4)
Cirein Croin (Scottish) – Sea Serpent/Shifter (Level 8)
Druj Nasu (Persian) – Demon (Level 6)
Kitsune (Japanese) – Fae/Shifter (Level 4)
Kitsune, Kumiho (Korean) – Fae/Shifter (Level 6)
Kitsune, Nogitsune (Japanese) – Oni (Level 8)
Lechuza (Mexican) – Avian (Level 4)
Lilyi (Romanian) – Aberration/Parasite (Level 3)
Nightmare (M-European) – Demon (Level 4)
Nightmare, Helhest (Danish) – Spirit (Level 5)
Nightmare, Apaosha (Iran) – Demon (Level 8)
Sazae-Oni (Japanese) – Oni (Level 6)
Sphinx (A-Greek) – Chimerae (Level 8)
Tiamat (Mesopotamian) – Dragon (Level 9)
Trolual, Cetus (A-Greek) – Beast (Level 10)
Vatnsandi (Iceland) – Fish (Level 7)
Wyvern, Vouivre (French) – Drake (Level 6)
Xan (Mayan) – Vermin (Level 1)
Xan, Alkuntane (Native American) – Vermin (Level 4)
Xan, Abuhuku (Colombia) – Aberration (Level 5)
Yakumama (Peru) – Reptilian (Level 6)
Yakumama, Sachamama (Peru) – Reptilian (Level 9)

There are also male Xan, Alkuntane and Abuhuku, but since only the female mosquito’s are aggressive so are those in the mythology world. 

Not so pretty female humanoid monsters.

Acheri (Native American) – Undead (Level 3)
Acheri, Drekavac (Slavic) – Undead (Level 4)
Banshee (Irish) – Spirit (Level 7)
Banshee, Limos (A-Greek) – Spirit (Level 7)
Banshee, Pesta (Scandinavian) – Spirit (Level 7)
Banshee, Nemain (Scottish) – Spirit (Level 7)
Black Annis (English) – Hag (Level 5)
Black Annis, Greenteeth (English) – Hag/Shifter (Level 5)
Black Annis, Utlunta (Native American) – Hag (Level 6)
Black Annis, Nocnitsa (Slavic) – Hag/Shifter (Level 7)
Bushyasta (Persian) – Demon (Level 6)
Candileja (Colombia) – Spirit (Level 6)
Cecaelia (Caribbean) – Aberration (Level 4)
Cecaelia, Scylla (A-Greek) – Aberration (Level 8)
Dryad (A-Greek) – Fae (Level 2)
Dryad, Askafroa (Scandinavian) – Undead (Level 5)
Dryad, Batibat (Philippine) – Fae (Level 6)
Dryad, Yanagi Baba (Japanese) – Hag/Shifter (Level 8)
Erinyes (A-Greek) – Angel (Level 8)
Harionago (Japanese) – Undead (Level 5)
Harpy (A-Greek) – Beastman (Level 3)
Harpy, Ekek (Philippine) – Oni (Level 4)
Kampe (A-Greek) – Beastman (Level 6)
Kikimora (Slavic) – Fae/Shifter (Level 4)
Lamia (A-Greek) – Beastman (Level 4)
Lamia, Gorgon – Beastman (Level 7)
Lamia, Nure-Onna (Japanese) – Beastman (Level 9)
Mambabarang (Philippine) – Hag/Shifter (Level 6)
Phooka (Irish) – Fae/Shifter (Level 2)
Phooka, Danthienne (French) – Fae/Shifter (Level 4)
Poludnica (Slavic) – Nymph (Level 5)
Qalupalik (Inuit) – Aberration (Level 5)
Thriae (A-Greek) – Beastman (Level 4)  
Troll, Berberoka (Philippine) – Ogre (Level 6)
Valkyrie (Norse) – Angel (Level 9)
Vish Kanya (Hindu) – Humanoid (Level 4)

Note that some of these creatures are beautiful in the true myth (Dryad for example) but in Mythika they are monstrous, ugly or normal looking. 

Very beautiful (Face mostly) female monsters.

Centaur, Anggitay (Philippine) – Fae (Level 4)
Harpy, Alkonost (Russian) – Fae (Level 7)
Jorogumo (Japanese) – Beastman/Shifter (Level 5)
Jorogumo, Arachne (A-Greek) – Beastman (Level 6)
Lamia, Naga (Hindu) – Beastman (Level 8)
Lampad (A-Greek) – Nymph (Level 5)
Leanan Sidhe (Irish) – Nymph (Level 6)
Maenad (A-Greek) – Humanoid/Shifter (Level 4)
Moroi, Mormo (A-Greek) – Undead/Shifter (Level 6)
Nagual, Bush DaiDai (Surinam) – Beastman/Shifter (Level 5)
Rusalka (Slavic) – Nymph (Level 5)
Rusalka, Undine (E-Alchemy) – Elemental (Level 5)
Succubus (M-European) – Demon (Level 4)
Succubus, Empusa (A-Greek) – Demon (Level 5)
Succubus, Lilim (Jewish) – Demon/Shifter (Level 6)
Veela (Slavic) – Nymph (Level 6)
Veela, Sylph (E-Alchemy) – Elemental (Level 6)
Yuki-Onna (Japanese) – Undead (Level 6)
Yuki-Onna, Ame-Onna (Japanese) – Undead (Level 6)

Maenad are only pretty in their normal form, when they shift into their monstrous ogress form (when angry) they become extremely ugly and horrid. Also Mormo are female vampires that need blood on their skin to stay pretty, when they run out of blood they turn into ugly old hag vampires.

All creatures with a feminine form, but they are genderless creatures/constructs. Their form resembles a female, or they can create female-looking lures to trap prey.

Alraune (Germany) – Plant (Level 5)
Alraune, Abere (Melanesian) – Plant (Level 6)
Alraune, Lorelei (Germany) – Aberration (Level 6)
Automaton, Celedon (A-Greek) – Construct (Level 5)

Creatures that can be male and female, but the game sprites/art in Mythika uses female forms. 

Aswang, Manananggal (Philippine) – Undead (Level 5)
Ishigaq (Inuit) – Fae (Level 3)
Rokurokubi (Japanese) – Alien (Level 7)
Skinwalker, Selkie (Scottish) – Humanoid/Shifter (Level 4)

All Female Boss monsters.

Baba Yaga (Slavic) – Hag (Level Boss)
Bloody Mary/Pride (Worldwide) – Sinlord (Level Boss)
Echidna (A-Greek) – Titan (Level Boss)
Euryale (A-Greek) – Demon (Level Boss)
Futakuchi-Onna (Japanese) – Undead (Level Boss)
Graeae (A-Greek) – Hag (Level Boss)
Hel (Norse) – God (Level Boss)
Heqet (Egyptian) – God (Level Boss)
Lilith/Lust (Jewish) – Sinlord (Level Boss)
Serket (Egyptian) – God (Level Boss)
Snow Queen (Danish) – Elemental Lord (Level Boss)
Vritra (Hindu) – Dragon (Level Boss)

Hope this list helps you a bit! Those are more women than one man/woman can handle anyway! ;-)

EDIT: Some more female monsters that are not in Mythika, but they are in my collection list. There are some more, but i’ll haven’t converted them yet.

Abada (African) – Small Unicorn
Adhene (Manx) – Selfish Fairy
Alukah (Hebrew) – Vampire Leech
Amazone (A-Greek) – Warrior Women
Aoandon (Japanese) Lantern Woman
Asena (Turkish) – Blue Wolf
Asrai (English) – Water Fairy
Aziza (African) – Dark Skinned Fairy
Bastet (Egyptian) – Cat Goddess
Bean Nighe (Irish) – Washer Woman
Boo Hag (Caribbean)
Ceryneian Hind (A-Greek)
Changeling (M-European)
Circe (A-Greek)
Cuca (Brazilian) – Crocodile Hag
Flydrumodir (Iceland) – Halibut Mother
Gryla (Iceland) – Giant Hag
Gwyllion (Welsh)
Gylou (A-Greek) – Child Hating Female Demon
Hamadryad (A-Greek) – Greater Dryad
Huayramama (Peru) – Wind Snake Mother
Huldra (Scandinavian)
Indombe (African) – Copper Snake
Jengu (African) – Dark Skinned Mermaid
Keres (A-Greek)
Kuchisake-Onna (Japanese) – Slit-Mouthed Woman
La Sayona (Venezuela)
Mares of Diomedes (A-Greek)
Morrigan (Irish)
Muse (A-Greek)
Nereid (A-Greek) – Fresh Water Nymph
Nix (Scandinavian) – Small Water Fairy
Norn (Norse)
Oceanid (A-Greek) – Salt Water Nymph
Oread (A-Greek) – Mountain and Rock Nymph
Pixie (M-European)
Python (A-Greek)
Selamodir (Iceland) – Seal Mother
Siren (A-Greek) – Mermaid with Magic Voice
Sirin (Russian) – Bird Woman with Magic Voice
Soucouyant (Caribbean) – Fire Elemental Hag/Vampire
Stheno (A-Greek)
Strix (Roman) – Evil Owl Vampire
Swan May (Literature)
Sybaris (A-Greek)
Tzitzimitl (Aztec) – Destruction and Stars God

anonymous asked:

I remember back in 3a when we find out Lydia is a Banshee. Jennifer says "You're just like me, Lydia. Look like an innocent flower but me the serpent underneath it." And I remember reading something and someone found a connection between Banshee's, Jennifer and Mermaids (I can't remember what the connection was for the life of me.) Now Lydia talks about The Little Mermaid in s4. I just find that interesting.

Jennifer: Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you? The wailing woman. A banshee, right before my eyes. You’re just like me, Lydia. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it. It’s too bad, though… And too late.

Banshee’s and mermaids are actually not that far from each other in terms of mythology. I agree with Callie and think we could also throw sirens in the mix and get us a right good cocktail of fun. 

There are some connections between banshees and water as well according to wikipedia. For instance in scottish mythology banshees are called the bean nighe (Scottish Gaelic for “washer woman”) and as the “Washer at the Ford” she wanders near deserted streams where she washes the blood from the grave-clothes of those who are about to die.

Also on wikipedia we find some banshee/mermaid “crossover”

Banshees are frequently described as dressed in white or grey, often having long, pale hair which they brush with a silver comb, a detail scholar Patricia Lysaght attributes to confusion with local mermaid myths. This comb detail is also related to the centuries-old traditional romantic Irish story that, if you ever see a comb lying on the ground in Ireland, you must never pick it up, or the banshees (or mermaids – stories vary), having placed it there to lure unsuspecting humans, will spirit such gullible humans away. Other stories portray banshees as dressed in green, red, or black with a grey cloak

This silver comb thing is mentioned in the bestiary that was given out at SDCC last summer… and isn’t it curious how the illustrations on the page is all about ships and water

Wiki link

The first stories appeared in ancient Assyria, in which the goddess Atargat is transformed herself into a mermaid out of shame for accidentally killing her human lover. Mermaids are sometimes associated with perilous events such as floods, storms, shipwrecks and drownings.

Grandma Martin’s lover Maddie died in a shipwreck. Lydia heard the voice of a young woman drowning her baby at the motel Glen Capri. Stiles knows a lot about how drowning feels like and he’s been extremely obsessed with Lydia for a long time - could it be a connection?

Mermaids appear in British folklore as unlucky omens, both foretelling disaster and provoking it.[15] Several variants of the ballad Sir Patrick Spens depict a mermaid speaking to the doomed ships. In some versions, she tells them they will never see land again; in others, she claims they are near shore, which they are wise enough to know means the same thing. Mermaids can also be a sign of approaching rough weather

The say that banshees scream when someone is about to die. Lydia has more than once screamed without the person dying. Mermaids can foretell disaster - Lydia does seem to be able to do both… And like calicokat-teenwolf points out - Lydia often seems to inadvertently cause the deaths she screams for. She’s alluring and her scream is heard by werewolves who come running (like derek and cora).

I urge you to read this meta by calicokat-teenwolf - it brings up a whole lot of parallels and interesting ideas surrounding banshees. 

And while we’re on the subject of banshees i’d like to rec this meta by anvh89 that explores how the banshee power might work, and it’s all based on Meredith’s date of birth. I love this show and it’s little easter eggs! 

mythology meme | [8] legendary creatures . banshee

The banshee is a female spirit in Irish mythology, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the underworld. In legend, a banshee is a fairy woman who begins to wail if someone is about to die. In Scottish Gaelic mythology, she is known as the bean sìth or bean nighe and is seen washing the bloodstained clothes or armour of those who are about to die. Alleged sightings of banshees have been reported as recently as 1948.

untilterminalfailure  asked:

Just out of curiosity, because I can't find much info, besides will-o-wisps, pookas, and ballybogs, do you know of any fae that live in bogs or swamps?

try shellycoats, kelpies and similar (glashtyn/water bulls, etc.), knuckers, peg powler/jenny greenteeth types, grindylows, kappas, and bean nighe (arguably). the nuckelavee is associated with seawater but it’s definitely worth a look.


In legend, a banshee is a fairy woman who begins to wail if someone is about to die. In Scottish mythology, she is known as the bean sìth or bean nighe and is seen washing the bloodstained clothes or armour of those who are about to die.

stydia au: when stiles is walking through the woods he hears a loud scream coming from a young lady. little did he know that her scream was foreshadowing his own death.

anonymous asked:

"Maybe we should closer at the hint given to us with the little mermaid link…" I'm intrigued cuz maybe Lydia has some mermaid blood in her, Mermaids or their cousins sirens: "were dangerous yet beautiful creatures, portrayed as femmes fatales who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island." which fits Lydia a bit

I got a similar ask a while back - but it was baked into a lot of other questions, so i’m just going to copy my answer to that one here - i’ve been thinking that most of the stuff the characters assume in TW seem to be wrong. So why not also Lydia’s label? Banshees predict death - but Lydia has several times screamed without anyone dying. Mermaids are often connected to disasters which might even fit her better. or perhaps she’s a cross between the two? Or JD is merging mythologies? what do i know.

Here are the ramblings from a few weeks back


Second, I was suddenly thinking about Lydia’s connection to The Little Mermaid, do you think it holds any significance? This was the “fairytale” season and although most people meta-d it as Sleeping Beauty it seems odd that Lydia placed such massive emphasis on TLM, could this be a nod to season five?

Several others have done great metas on the fairytale parallels especially in season 4, particuarly Sleeping beauty as you point out. And I agree with you, i think the link between Lydia and the Little Mermaid might be of significance. I’m betting there’re already amazing metas on this by someone far more qualified than me as well (please view this as an invitation to reblog with links and/or info:))

In TW 4x09:

Stiles: What did you read? 
Lydia: The Little Mermaid.
Stiles: You read that movie? 
Lydia: It was a book first. Hans Christian Andersen.

This little piece of dialogue tells me that it is important - and we’re supposed to look at the original fairytale by HC Andersen and not the Disney version. Why else give Stiles a very un-Stiles line? I mean “You read that movie?” is not something you’d expect from Stiles - he’s the one with the pop culture knowledge that rolls his eyes when others are ignorant - I find it hard to believe that he wouldn’t know that it was a book first. Or maybe i’m projecting my Norwegian-ness here? HC Andersen is Danish and it’s very well-known fairytales here, we learn about it as kids and in school. Maybe it’s different in the US?

No matter - these four lines of dialogue still manage to hammer away the message that we should look at the fairytale. Here’s a handy Wikipedia-link

Basically it’s about a Mermaid that resides in the sea but longs for the human world, and can only become part of it at great costs and if certain events pan out. Unlike Disney-tales they don’t live happily ever after. The mermaid is offered a chance to return to the sea by killing the prince she didn’t get, but can’t do it. Instead she throws herself into the waves and turns to sea foam. But instead of ceasing to exist which is normal, she’s turned into a spirit - a daugher of air.

The elements are clearly important in Teen Wolf - they tie into seasons and also into color theory. And to make it even more baffling most of the meanings are also turned around but that is JD for you - he’s fond of inverting things and tropes. The two elements in that fairytale are water and air. And according to the color theory that athenadark has been working on it looks something like this:

  • S1 - Fire = Red = Empowerment
  • S2 - Water = Blue = Damnation
  • S3 - Earth = Gold = revelation
  • S4 - Air = White/Grey = secrets
  • S5 - Void = Black = ?

Water and Air means damnation and secrets. The Martin family history seems to be bathed in secrets and Lydia’s own banshee powers are still mostly a mystery to her. Damnation certainly fits her grandmother as well who was killed and who also lost her true love - on the lake! Lydia’s lakehouse, lydia wears a lot of blue, Lydia had her first banshee-moment after Peter bit her in the shower. This certainly fits.

I’m mostly rambling right now. I don’t have a consistent theory to offer, but i’m positive that water is important in the show - like the Sheriff says to Deaton “I’m beginning to think there’s something in the water.” And i have a gut feeling Lydia’s family is somehow very closely connected to it.

I’m not so sure we should immediately jump Ariel = Lydia and expect the stories to fit, I think it more speaks to the Martin family and Lydia’s heritage, but that is just a hunch. There are some connections between banshees and water as well according to wikipedia. For instance in scottish mythology banshees are called the bean nighe (Scottish Gaelic for “washer woman”) and as the “Washer at the Ford” she wanders near deserted streams where she washes the blood from the grave-clothes of those who are about to die.

Also on wikipedia we find some banshee/mermaid “crossover”

Banshees are frequently described as dressed in white or grey, often having long, pale hair which they brush with a silver comb, a detail scholar Patricia Lysaght attributes to confusion with local mermaid myths. This comb detail is also related to the centuries-old traditional romantic Irish story that, if you ever see a comb lying on the ground in Ireland, you must never pick it up, or the banshees (or mermaids – stories vary), having placed it there to lure unsuspecting humans, will spirit such gullible humans away. Other stories portray banshees as dressed in green, red, or black with a grey cloak

This silver comb thing is mentioned in the bestiary that was given out at SDCC last summer… and isn’t it curious how the illustrations on the page is all about ships and water….. hmmmmmm :)

And all this actually makes me wonder - is Lydia another person mislabeled? It was Jennifer that said Lydia was a banshee - what if she’s mistaken. What if Lydia is actually part mermaid or a cross between the two?

Wiki link

The first stories appeared in ancient Assyria, in which the goddess Atargatistransformed herself into a mermaid out of shame for accidentally killing her human lover. Mermaids are sometimes associated with perilous events such as floods, storms, shipwrecks and drownings.

Grandma Martin’s lover Maddie died in a shipwreck. Lydia heard the voice of a young woman drowning her baby at the motel Glen Capri. Stiles knows a lot about how drowning feels like and he’s been extremely obsessed with Lydia for a long time - could it be a connection?

Mermaids appear in British folklore as unlucky omens, both foretelling disaster and provoking it.[15] Several variants of the ballad Sir Patrick Spens depict a mermaid speaking to the doomed ships. In some versions, she tells them they will never see land again; in others, she claims they are near shore, which they are wise enough to know means the same thing. Mermaids can also be a sign of approaching rough weather

The say that banshees scream when someone is about to die. Lydia has more than once screamed without the person dying. Mermaids can foretell disaster - Lydia does seem to be able to do both…

got-my-shit-together  asked:

Have you got any Scottish stories?

Hello fellow Celtic person! Yes I have lots of them and I am more than happy to make you a list. I will see if I can dig up anything else to add to it. 




Greyfriars Cemetery 

Bean Nighe 

The Ghost of the Sea Captain





Baobhan Sith 

Culloden Moor 

Glamis Castle 

Mary King’s Close 

Fairy Rings 

Fairy Paths 

Cat Sith  and Cu Sith

*This was a request, but I answered privately instead of posting, gah.*


Word count: 2,111. 

Description: The reader does some research for the Winchesters, which leads to some alone time with Dean.

Warnings:  fluff and a tiny bit of smut (but not a huge amount). 


The Bean Nighe: believed to be a Scottish fairy and an omen of death. She is usually seen sat beside a river, washing the bloody clothes of those who are about to die. These women are perceived to be those who have died in childbirth, destined to carry out this work for the rest of eternity. They can appear as beautiful young women, or can be cruel, dirty and evil. Some of these spirits are thought to be rebels, angry spirits over the loss of their child and their own life during birth, destined to wander the rivers for the rest of time, claiming victims before their actual predicted “time” of death.

You had been sifting through text books all day, desperately trying to find some information that would be useful to the two men that had requested your assistance the day before. You sighed, questioning whether any of this would be helpful to them, feeling self-doubt and worry creep into your head. The glasses you wore began to slowly slide down your nose as you were engrossed in the reading activity you were participating in, and you pushed them upwards with your finger so they would yet again sit comfortably on your face. You felt your eyelids begin to droop, your eyes begin to sting and a yawn creeping up your throat into your mouth. You rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses and glanced at the time… 02:48am. No wonder you felt exhausted.

The research would have to wait until tomorrow, your brain was completely flustered and all you could think about was climbing into your comfortable bed for a good nights sleep. You shut the book that lay in front of you, small particles of dust flying up at the action, and you coughed slightly. You stretched your back in the seat you were sat curled up in, allowing your muscles to expand. You sighed in relief. You’d known the Winchester boys for years, your dad used to be really close with Bobby. However, you were kept completely in the shadows about what their true occupations where until yesterday when they’d asked for your help. They had told you how they’d never come across a spirit like this, one who only claims victims that are walking along rivers, and are especially prone to claiming young children. You’d asked them why they had come to you, sharing all the evils that wandered the Earth, requesting your help. Sam had mentioned that they’d known you for years, and as a result they knew how smart and productive you were, and that they didn’t know anyone else who had so much general knowledge. You were flattered, until Dean had proceeded to call you a “bookworm”. Was that all they saw you as?  As you yawned, your brain suggested what they were hunting could potentially be a “Bean Nighe”, as perhaps they were seeking a child replacement for the one they’d lost during childbirth. You tried to shush your mind, telling yourself that the research was over tonight and that you needed to get a good night’s sleep.

The Winchester’s had insisted you stay with them at the bunker while you were helping them on this particular case, as they had said it was convenient. You thought that maybe part of it was that they wanted to keep an eye on you. Hearing that supernatural beings were real was something that anybody would freak out over, and seeming as you’d been a friend of the family for as long as you could remember, you’d hoped that not only had they wanted to use your exceptional knowledge to aid their case, but they also cared for your well-being and mental state.

You tidied up around you, and decided to grab a drink of water before heading off to your temporary bedroom. Walking towards the kitchen, you noticed how silent the bunker was. There wasn’t a sound. No ticking from a clock, no creaking of walls or floorboards, no snoring from the boys. Nothing. You breathed in and out, able to hear every motion your body was making. You weren’t sure whether to be relaxed by the silence, or on edge.

You opened the cupboard, pulling out a glass and filling it with water from the tap. Your eyes were hurting, you needed to sleep. You loved being here with Sam and Dean, they always knew how to make you feel comfortable, and even though you’d never been inside the bunker before, you felt more than welcome here. As you spun around, determined to get some sleep, you saw the image of a Mr. Dean Winchester walking into the kitchen to join you. You froze up, unsure as to how to react. Your cheeks flushed, as you became completely aware that you were wearing a top and short pajama bottoms. You felt uncomfortable with Dean seeing you like this. You and him were close, but you’d always had issues with your weight, feeling unconfident with your size. You looked at magazines and celebrities and you felt threatened, as though your body wasn’t good enough for societies current views on how the female body should be.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N). you’re still up?” Dean asked, rubbing his face, in what you could conceive was an attempt to wake himself up.

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry. Did I wake you up or something?” You asked, concerned you had disturbed him. He laughed. It was a deep, sleepy laugh, making your stomach flip. No matter how long you had known him for, you would always be attracted to Dean. He was too damn gorgeous.

“No. No, not at all. Just couldn’t sleep. So, any break through with the research on the case? I’m guessing that’s why you’re still up,” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched your posture stiffen around him.

“Actually, I think so.”

“Good, I’m glad. Thank you so much for helping us out here,” Dean said, placing his hand on your arm. He gave you a reassuring smile and you smiled back. You knew the only reason you were feeling so self-conscious was because it was the middle of the night, and your body was embarrassingly on show.

“I dunno if it’ll be right though, let’s just have a look at it in the morning,” you replied, wiggling out of his grip, and dashing out of the kitchen. You ended up steering yourself back into the library, landing on a sofa to relax yourself. You’d forgotten your phone, and you needed it to set an alarm for yourself in the morning. You took this opportunity to sit down and gather your bearings.

You loved reading, you loved learning, you loved writing. Hell, you loved silly trivial facts that normally, people wouldn’t really care about, but you did. You liked expanding your knowledge and reading fictional adventures, or even non-fiction books. You loved it all, but learning about the supernatural? You weren’t sure you were ready for it. On top of all of that, you were embarrassed about being around Dean. You knew he saw you as a geek and it was mortifying. He would never see you the way he sees the girls he picks up in bars, and all you wanted was him.

“(Y/N)? You okay?” Dean asked with a sigh as he entered the room. You weren’t anticipating him following you in here. You thought he’d just shrug it off and go back to bed. You rolled your eyes. Dean plonked himself on the sofa next to you, letting him arm fall along the sofa behind you. You could almost feel the warmth of his skin radiating onto you, and all you wanted was from him to wrap his arm around you. You rose your eyes to look up at Dean. He looked tired, then again considering what he did every day you were surprised he slept at all.

“Yeah, I’ve just got a lot of things to think about,” you replied, keeping your eyes fixed on his face. As soon as he began to look up at you, you averted your gaze away from him.

“I can imagine. I’m here if you wanna talk about anything, okay?” He said, moving his arm onto your shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, thanks Dean,” you said. Silence followed, something you’d grown accustomed to in the bunker.

Eventually, Dean broke the silence.

“Look, (Y/N), we really appreciate you helping us out. We’re just completely stumped. You’re so smart, you know,” Dean said, offering a compliment but you only felt embarrassed. He only saw you as a brain. You frowned. Dean lifted your chin with his hand, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing, no it’s nothing,” you replied, wanting to leave the conversation here and run away,

“(Y/N), stop stressing. Have some faith in yourself. You just need some cheering up. Come here,” Dean said, gesturing for you to lie against him for a cuddle. You did as he said, curling up to him on the sofa. His hand was on your arm, his thumb stroking up and down and in circles constantly. You could feel his chest expand with every breath he took, you could hear his heart beating in his chest. Dean lowered his arm a little bit to your waist, and repeated the stroking motions. You felt a tingle rush through your body and you squirmed to be out of his touch.
“Dean, that tickles!” You screeched, a laugh escaping your lips. Dean, who was at first confused by your sudden movements, allowed a smirk to spread across his face.

“That so, huh?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t you dare!” You threatened, pointing a finger up at Dean.

You instinctively swung your arm, punching Dean in the ribs to make sure the tickling would come to an end. Dean’s mouth dropped into an “O”.

“Oh, so that’s how you wanna play it?” Dean asked, laughing throughout the sentence. Dean lightly punched you on the shoulder, continuing to tickle your sides. You laid back on the sofa, kicking your legs up at him to get him to stop. Dean leant forward in an attempt to grab you by the waist and pull you back up, instead his actions ended up with the both of you rolling off the sofa and onto the floor.

“(Y/N)! Look what you’ve done now,” Dean said seriously, holding back a laugh.

“Dean, that was your fault,” you said, before realising that Dean was lying on top of you on the floor. You swallowed, staring deep into his eyes.

The silence of the bunker followed yet again, neither of you able to hear anything apart from the other one breathing. Dean remained silent, staring back at you.

You attempted to move, to get up, when Dean leant forward and placed his lips on yours. At first you were completely shocked, thinking it was a dream. You quickly responded, kissing him back, your arms wrapping around his neck. His hand cupped your face, gently and warmly.

“Dean, woah. I didn’t know you, um…” You said, pulling yourself away from the kiss.

“Eyy, I didn’t know you did either,” Dean said, his lips immediately on yours again. You smiled into the kiss, allowing yourself to relax as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt safe, happy and warm.

Dean took the opportunity of the conversation to begin using tongues, exploring your mouth. You reciprocated, desperate to feel him. You moaned, now realising how much you’d been missing out on. You pulled Dean’s shirt off, and he pulled away slightly to look at you.

“Here?” He asked, eyebrows shooting up. You nodded, and he smirked back at you. “Damn, (Y/N).”

Dean deepened the kiss, removing every item of your clothing, and you did the same for him. You felt relaxed, however you couldn’t help feeling self-conscious in front of a man who was absolutely gorgeous, and he stopped for a second to whisper in your ear, noticing you worrying, “(Y/N), you’re gorgeous. Just relax.”

“Dean, I um… I haven’t, I -,” You tried to find a way to explain what was niggling at you, but you couldn’t form the sentence.

“(Y/N), are you a virgin?” Dean asked. He got straight to the point, and you felt your cheeks flush. 

“Um, well… Yeah?” You responded, and you felt your face heat up.

“Godamn, could you be anymore perfect?!” Dean said, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss, and you smiled.

You and Dean fucked right there on the floor. You didn’t make love, you fucked hard. The bunker filled with the noises of your groans and your moans, your “Oh god!”’s and your “Fuck”’s. You blended together, him feeling every inch of your body until you were a quivering mess. He knew all the right places, all the right things to do, and you loved feeling his hands explore you. You came together, whispering each other’s names, and the bunker yet again, filled with silence. Dean continued to leave you with kisses and cuddles, urging you to sleep in his bed that night. And you did.