personification of the soul

Me: it’s cool if Ava and Odin don’t end up together. They still will be really good friends and have interesting story arcs. 

But  Also Me: Their demons were in love. Literally the character personifications of Ava and Odin were in immensely deep and passionate love. Soul mates. We have the literal soul mates trope here. Is this a red herring ? Am I just projecting ? Why are there all these cinematic parallels between Ava and Odin. Why do these two characters, out of the four primary hosts, have such difficult relationships with their demons. Why did Michelle include that Ava and Odin have the same love of day-dreaming and stargazing ? WHAT ARE ALL OF THESE ODD SONGS ON ODIN’S OFFICIAL SPOTIFY PLAYLIST. Why is Odin suddenly including Ava on his side of the mission ? Why out of everyone else he’s known for a day (including Maggie and Gil) is he breaking all the rules for Ava. God damn I need answers.

bastet · goddess of cats, fire and pregnant women

Bastet was the goddess of fire, cats, of the home and pregnant women. According to one myth, she was the personification of the soul of Isis. She was also called the “Lady of the East”. As such, her counterpart as “Lady of the West” was Sekhmet. The goddess Bastet was usually represented as a woman with the head of a domesticated cat. However, up until 1000 BC she was portrayed as a lioness. Bastet was the daughter of Re, the sun god. It may have been through him that she acquired her feline characteristics. When Re destroyed his enemy Apep, he was usually depicted as a cat. As portrayed as a cat, she was connected with the moon

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The Devil: Nobody invites me to their parties. Why do you think that is?

King Dice: Might be because you’re the anthropomorphic personification of evil. And all your parties involve someone losing their soul.

The Devil: I love that word.

King Dice: Which one?

The Devil: Might.

[Source: Superman/Batman #75 - “Joker & Lex”]

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@fyeahmyths summer myth event Day 8: Western or Southern European creature

Ortzadar —  Personification of the rainbow. | In Basque mythology when a person dies, the soul escapes the body and, using the rainbow as a ladder, reaches the Moon. From there, the soul is transformed into rain that will eventually fall on the land. Then, the soul will reincarnate.

so to the surprise of absolutely no one, i’m writing yet ANOTHER new fic. it’s wacky and ridiculous and i’m just so in love with the dynamics between the main characters that i had to draw a little something for it!!

ft. (left to right) the personification of Death junhui, shady dealer of human souls jihoon, cheerful dead childhood friend soonyoung, and the hero of the story wonwoo!

bonus: check out the speedpaint for it here!

skyrider134  asked:

So flug a demon, what kind of demon is he and does he have powers?

He’s an Eldritch, a young one though and therefore pretty weak, especially in comparison to someone like Blackhat. Mostly he’s immortal, his other powers won’t manifest until later. And fun enough, an Eldritch’s powers is baised on what they surround themselves with for the first 1,000 years of their lives, so Flug’sprobably to end up with tec/machine biased powers. He’d be the first.

There’s honestly no standard for an Eldritch, every single one is different than every other one- appearance, powers, tastes. Though they mostly share a origin story; Take Pure Evil, Manifest it in a Physical Form, and you’ve got an Eldritch. Flugs story is… a bit different. 

A cult, seeking to create one of these Horrors for themselves, attempted to sacrifice a brilliant young man. He died. But the Eldritch they created took on the young mans apprentice and personality. and therefore, his sense of Being Human. 

Flug likes to pretend he’s human.

Flug’s basically the personification of:

Demecia: So what do you wanna eat?
Flugs inner monologue: THE SOULS OF THE INNOCENT
Flug: A bagel

The Hyperbolic Consortium of Wizards: A cheat sheet

Avunctulus: Benign and wise with twinkling eyes, an affection for sherry, and the bad habit of reading your mind without permission, Avunctulus is one of the greatest wizards of the age, fond of the Elves, and only creepy by accident. 

Beneja: An Elf shaman of the royal line, Beneja has not been back to the Glimmering Lights in decades for reasons she doesn’t talk about (intellectual property theft and high treason, but who’s counting.) Handy with a curse but bad at aiming, she has a knack for espionage, accidentally turning her niece’s hair pink, and business ventures.

Buster Fings: One of the youngest consortium members in a century, Buster is precocious, preternaturally clever, and allergic to peanuts. He wishes there were more field trips, bag lunches, and shenanigans and slightly less bureaucracy in this gig.   

Croton Skull-Crusher: Everyone assumes he’s a barbarian chieftain, but really, his mom named him after her favorite plant. (Okay, the skullcrusher part comes from his more violent habits.) A quiet fellow who can talk to animals and control plants, he is basically Snow White with chest hair and a war hammer.

Her: It is easy to mistake Her for a child even younger than Buster, but in fact She is older than the hills and more deadly than plague. Try to discuss popular music with Her and She will look at you with dead eyes and croak, ‘Child, the last music I enjoyed was the wailing cries of the First Folk as they were devoured alive by the Dark Raveners of the Early Days.’ To which you say ‘omg what, okay’ and find something else to do asap. 

Nastje: With her cottage following her around on two hairy chicken legs and causing traffic jams in main thoroughfares, Nastje can control dreams and send nightmares. She lives primarily on blood sausage and 190-proof milk.

Pandor: A senior wizard, respected jurist, renowned scholar on the impact of magic on sentient organisms, Pandor is about as trustworthy as he is throwable (direct quote from his peers.)

Petunialia: A self-described and officially registered Fairy Godmother to thousands, Petunalia enjoys romance and riddles far more than actually, you know, being helpful. Don’t let the puffed sleeves distract you, she’s one of the most potent magicians this side of Peat. 

Thane: Nastje’s apprentice, Thane enjoys black cloaks, speaking with departed souls, and being mistaken for the personification of Death. #goals 

Serebethina: Well-known seductress, interior design terror, and mistress of evil, Serebethina is this year’s host of the consortium and also the co-host of the elementary school’s PTA bake sale.  


Lucy: Another youthful practitioner, Lucy first realized she had magic when she got a Gen 2 Smart Stone for her birthday and magnified its power 1000-fold to transmit signals across three continents. This nearly reignited the fifth Elf/Orc war because they each suspected the other of espionage before they realized it was Lucy trying to enthusiastically tell her friends about this new hair gel she had discovered. 

Mercantz: The Hyperbolic Consortium’s resident bad boy. From his magical prowess to his super chic clothing to his pet python, his poster is on tween walls across the kingdom. ‘Sometimes it’s tough being this hot,’ he tells Minarette Variety. ‘I just want my work with necrogenesis to be taken seriously, you know?’

Maxwell: Listen, he tries.

Umineko Ramblings: The Structure of The Umineko Universe

Since there’s a lot of confusion in this regard I’ve tried to come up with a graphic and an explaination on the Umineko universe. Note that there’s no clear explanation about it through all Umineko and that this is a fantasy world so, when Ryukishi created it, he made up its rules.

This is how I understand it. As usual I might be wrong so you’re free to reject my interpretation and make up your own.

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k-dot-li  asked:

I read a fic once where a major plot point was that a Nation's death could seriously impact that country's economic and military resources. Basically, it's really difficult to kill a Nation, but doing so could win wars; in the fic, Pershing sent America to kill Germany to end WW1. (Which makes That Scene w/ England and America in the Revolution a lot more interesting, because shooting America in the head would be a good way to quell a rebellion.) Anyway, does that fit into your headcanon at all?

that’s a really interesting angle to explore! for me, i kind of see it as the reverse; you have to harm their people to harm the personification. the way i conceptualise it, their soul and wellbeing is bound up in their people, that’s why. so, during say, WW2? america would have crazily good healing, even if someone tried to hurt him.

but in my headcanon, i do think there would definitely be people who wrongly thought hurting the personification would turn events in their favour. so they might try such things. it’s like capture flag, only worse.  i imagine that for rulers throughout history, the exact nature of the dirt children is always a bit mysterious. and let’s imagine many of them also saw them as semi-divine, almost like an avatar or talisman of sorts. kind of like a sacred statue of a deity, or y’know, the whole legend about how as long as there are ravens in the tower of london, england won’t fall? in that situation, allowing harm to come to the nation or having them captured and taken hostage would seem extremely humiliating and disastrous—even if in reality, you can’t kill or hurt the nation that way. 

Without a Mask: Oliver Queen and the Arrow

I blame @missmudpie for this. Wholly and unreservedly. 

She has this beautiful speculation theory about the proposal and what the real proposal should entail. It’s right Here

But this sentence stuck out to me 

I’ve always thought that the Arrow/Green Arrow persona doesn’t really take over until the hood is up.  When it’s down, even if the rest of the suit is on, he’s Oliver, perhaps the truest iteration of Oliver ….  This is why the hood is down when he saves Felicity from the Count

I want to go through the seasons and identify the times when Oliver was truly Oliver when interacting with Felicity,  the pure personification of his soul, Oliver Queen and the Arrow combined. 

Or when the suit was on but the hood was down.

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                    THE  SUN  SEES  YOUR  BODY,   THE  MOON  SEES  YOUR  SOUL

                                              Indie  personification  of  the  SOUL 
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How They Kiss: Nohr Family

So this popped up in my head at like 6 in the morning and I just had to write it down!! I wanted to give some of the ladies some of the love as well.  I might do a Hoshido version but I’m going to prioritize the NSFW headcanon requests first XD. Joker’s NSFW Headcanon will be coming probably tomorrow sooo look forward to that smut <3

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❤️ Marx is intense and hard, the way he pulls you into his strong arms, hoping to take you away from prying eyes, away from lustful men, away from the dangerous enemies he had. He wills himself to become your shield against the world. Pressing against you so that all you can sense is the feel of his hard muscles, heavy breathing and his distinct smell of polished leather and metal. Large hands grasp your body tightly almost to the point of bruising–he can’t let you go, what if you were to disappear from his side forever? He wouldn’t allow it.  As a practiced man of war, his kisses were battles that he was advantaged to win, making the first attack by penetrating your mouth with his tongue and slowly breaking down your defenses with how delicious he tasted–like the caramel candies he used to give you when you were a child. Yet you fight back–You are a warrior trained by the Crown Prince of Nohr, you can’t just give in!–pushing back against his lips, returning with your own attack of tongue and biting. Alas, you find yourself melting into his embrace, helpless against his practiced assault as you make sweet moans of mercy that becomes his rallying cry.

❤️ Camilia is dangerous with how her sweet honey gaze ensnares you into her seductive trap. You are her precious husband and you know you would kill to protect each her happiness. Yet when she comes for a kiss, she kills your resistance with her feminine allure. Pressing her generous bosom against your back, her womanly curves, sweet smells and soft touches envelope you in temptation. She never kisses first– oh no, she makes her prey come to her. She pets your hair, caresses your arms and whispers such wondrous filth into your ear that your imagination goes wild. There was no way your resolve could hold. You turn around to grasp her by her waist, pulling her in for a kiss. She purrs in delight as you nuzzle her neck, trailing kisses and bites up her throat before you finally delve deep. You embrace her mouth with eagerness to taste the rich chocolate that was her and she moans in appreciation. However, never mistake her for being a submissive woman. Once she has you by the tongue, she presses you against the wall, holding you there so you can’t escape. She ravages you mercilessly, giving no rest under the assault of her kiss. You can barely breathe or think of anything but of her pleasurable presence and you find that it suites you. She commands you, body and soul and you would not have it any other way. 

❤️ Leon is lethal in his execution of romance. He doesn’t flirt, no– he seduces. It starts off slow with a mischievous smile as he trails his methodical fingers across your waist, over your breasts and around your neck. He learned the weaknesses of your body ages ago, studying and worshiping your body diligently through the many nights in your marriage bed. He doesn’t stop caressing until you whimper, begging him for he pleasure that only he can give and he smirks at your submission. He catches your cheek and forces you to look into his eyes, wanting to see the arousal in your face before pulling you in. And he doesn’t just kiss, no– he devours. You are his–no one else, no one can ever make you feel this way, he won’t let you even try, you can’t escape him. He bites, marks and sucks your lips, neck and breasts, each lovebite is proof that you are his. He is a conquerer, demanding to spoil the riches of your body, marking it as his territory. He doesn’t stop until he reaches his limit, the breakpoint where if he didn’t stop, he might take you right there and then. Pulling back, leaving only a line of spit to connects you to him, he wipes his mouth before he places one last kiss on your forehead. Eyes still clouded with overwhelming desire, he strokes your cheek, “I hope you look forward to tonight, my wife.”

❤️ Elise is the personification of joy and warmth whose sight soothes the soul and body. When she sees you, her entire face lights up with such utter happiness that every hurt and sadness in the world melts away. She runs into you, hugging you tightly in hopes in expressing her feelings. Looking down at her, you see her smile with such joy that you can’t help but to lean down and place a soft kiss on her cheek. When you pull back, she huffs with childish impatience, “Only on the cheek? No, no, no!” She jumps up and pulls you down by the collar, pressing her lips onto yours. Catching you by surprise, you try to pull away but she holds you tightly in her embrace and slowly, you relax into her warm kiss. She tastes like warm sugar cookies and vanilla ice cream with chocolate chips. Feeling the warmth of her devotion, you wrap your hands around her, wanting to hold that precious love that only you possess. Whether it’s on the battlefield in the middle of a war or in the palace during peacetime, through her kiss you promise to yourself that you will always protect her innocent smile. As she lets go of your collar, she giggles at your blushing red face, proud that she was able to express her love to you. “I love you so much!” she declares loudly, unaware of the inappropriateness of the time and place but you can’t help but to smile at her adorable charm. 

Hellenistic Gold, Garnet and Emerald Butterfly Necklace, 2nd Century BC

The butterfly is by no means simply a decorative motif, but a symbol of eternal love. It represents Psyche, the personification of the soul, with whose beauty Eros himself fell in love. Psyche is usually represented as a young girl with small butterfly wings. This subject is known in late Hellenistic jewelry, and there are several necklaces that refer to it. The closest parallel is a butterfly necklace from the Olbia Treasure, now in the Walters Art Gallery, Baltimore. There are also other butterfly necklaces, one in the Kofler-Truninger Collection, allegedly from southern Russia; another from Chersonesus, in southern Russia; and a third in the British Museum, London, reportedly from Italy. Similar in composition and style are a necklace from Palaiocastro, Thessaly, in the National Museum, Athens and another from the Artjukhov Barrow in southern Russia.

“I’m Already Gone”

In the spirit of the upcoming Olicity wedding…uh, the real one, I re-watched episode 416, you know, to see how far Oliver and Felicity have come since they ripped each other’s hearts out a year a half ago.

 

Oliver stood motionless on the platform in the Bunker. In his left hand, closed in a fist, was the ring Felicity gave back to him; the second and possibly last time she would do so. Its weight felt like an anchor keeping him from breaking free from his frozen stasis and going after her. He would try to throw himself into the winds of her mercy, a part of Felicity that he felt so many times in her touch. But that would not be the right move, not this time. Throughout their long relationship, Oliver had been tempered by her forgiveness, by her compassion and ability to heal those parts of him that had festered in pain and loss. Now it was Felicity who needed to be healed and Oliver was the last person in her life that she would welcome such a balm from. In those years they were together, she was a mountainous region in the bleak landscape of his life.  She had taken him to such heights, lifting him above defeat and self-flagellation. He was not in line to get that from her anymore, if ever.

As these thoughts sang in his mind like an off-tune choir, Oliver also heard Felicity’s last words to him, their determination and conviction shattering his heart—‘I’m already gone.’ After she uttered them, like knife blades cutting into his heart, Felicity turned and left the Bunker. Oliver did not watch her leave—he could not.  But he felt her absence as if he was watching his life passing before his mind’s eye.

None of this was really Darkhe’s fault. Okay, he had ousted Oliver’s secret about William, but Felicity was devastated, not by an evil magician, but an old nemesis—Oliver’s inner darkness.  It crushed her under the killing weight of his lie, one he actively participated in for months, as if she was someone who had innocently gotten in the way of his momentum. He could still see the hope and the love in her eyes when she shared her disappointment with him after the physical therapy session with Paul; when she said how much she wanted to walk down the aisle with Oliver.

The emptiness of the Bunker was an apt conclusion for Oliver. It was palatable, like a heavy cloud of toxic remorse hanging over him like a plague. Clarity of his part in all this came too late for him, thoughts that seemed cruel and abusive as he continued standing still in the quicksand of his penance.  Oliver closed his fist tighter around Felicity’s ring and did not feel it cutting into his hand or notice his blood dropping to the floor like failure.

Oliver was surrounded by audacity as his thoughts took him deeper into dismay. Did he really believe that by not telling Felicity about William, he was actually keeping his son safe? She was the one person besides himself who would put her own life in danger to ensure William was kept out of harm’s way. Did he mistrust he so much, when her own trust in him was a shining example of what it is at the core of love, that he would risk both of their hearts?  Why did Oliver not tell the person he was going to spend the rest of his life with that William was just as much a part of her life as his? Was he afraid?  Was it because William represented that part of Oliver’s life that shamed him? The billionaire playboy who knew nothing of substance and depth of character. Was William the personification of Ollie? After the Gambit went down, Oliver had given his soul to eradicate that shallow person he was. Yet, it seems as though that purging was not completed. Oliver was still hurting people who did not deserve the brunt of his shortcomings.

Felicity was right when she told him no matter how much he loved her; he was always going to be the person he became on the island. After all the joyful world traveling they shared, after the domestic bliss of Ivy Town, after coming back to their vigilante roots as full partners—his lie to her was the real truth to Oliver. It made him feel false, as if he and Felicity’s life for the past four years was a charade.   And there was something else she said to him tonight that plunged Oliver even deeper into his shame—the thought of them having it all was as crazy as Cutter. Now that she was gone, Oliver believed it.

Was it possible that Felicity might have overreacted, that what he did to her did not warrant her leaving? No! It was completely warranted.

Again, these revelations found Oliver too late.  What made his actions so severe was that he knew Felicity’s background, one she had shared so trustingly with him. About how her father abandoned her and left behind a scared, confused little girl to find her own answers as to why she could not make him love her enough to stay. And years later, she took a chance with Cooper; questioning herself if it was possible she could love and be loved. The emotional devastation in the aftermath of those important men in her life; it was a delicate precipice she balanced herself on, until Oliver came into her cubicle, bringing his crusade with him. Little by little, Felicity understood there were people and passions and ideas worth fighting for. When Oliver betrayed that by lying to her, if felt like he was throwing salt into her wounds.

He deserved being put in the situation of having to let her go tonight. He deserved his loneliness and regret. He deserved his darkness. He told Felicity, as if in desperation, he didn’t want to let her go. Yet she was right—she was already gone. He felt the truth in that when she gave him back the ring.

Oliver finally found the will to move again. He felt an insane urge to leave the Bunker and start running. Until Felicity came into his heart and life, that was how Oliver had found release. Instead, he moved over to her computer station. He unclenched his fist and carefully removed the ring, bloodied by grief and self-loathing. He put it on the counter; an unclouded piece of beauty dulled by prevarication.

He began to think about going home, but that door was closed to him now. Maybe forever.

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Felicity brought exhaustion, physically and emotionally, back home to the Loft with her. It swept through her like an endurance test. When she walked through the front door, a part of her heart was still at the Bunker. She did not want to be alone, but she had to keep Oliver away from her or she might not ever get away. It was a conflict of desire in her, a trouble paradox in her mind; she wanted him near her and a thousand miles apart—both at the same time.

When she went to the Bunker earlier, Felicity did not expect to see Oliver. When they parted at the fake wedding, she began building her resolve against his obvious need to be with her. But she knew what was next for her. She could not waver as she almost did in the hall outside the venue. After Cutter was taken away, Oliver stood before Felicity and tried to coax her into having the talk he wanted them to have that day at the Loft just before she got out of her wheelchair and walked away. After listening to Oliver make his recording to William, he once again kept Felicity out of his decision to send his son away. Felicity felt that any talk they might have had would be just another lie. It still pissed her off thinking that Oliver thought she was less important than an impossible ultimatum from the boy’s mother. Oliver is, or should have been, stronger than that. Why would he decide to lie instead of trusting himself and her?

But the bigger question, as she removed her coat and put it on the back of the couch, was why did she still love Oliver? She told him that she did, and then immediately said that it did not apply to them.  What? And really? She knew she said it because she was heartbroken and angry. She also told him he would be fine without her, that Team Arrow would still function. The look on his face as those words drifted in the space between them; it tried to reach out and touch the parts of Felicity’s heart closing on him.

Felicity looked up to the bedroom she had shared with Oliver. She wondered if she would be able to climb the stairs and sleep in the bed without him. After the finality of tonight; perhaps in time she would. But damn it, Oliver had fought for and won her heart and her love. Why would he forfeit that by living such a hurtful lie? Still, if she did force herself to use their…uh, her bed, it would make Felicity feel as if she was stretched out in a vast desert. She would be content tonight by sleeping on the couch.

But she did need to go up there, to change her clothes and maybe take a shower. There were going to be some alterations in her life now that she has chosen to live alone again. Felicity began to subconsciously turn her ring in circles on her finger. Each time she did it, she was reminding herself of the life ahead of her and Oliver. But her finger was bare now and she could feel that happiness drain from her life like a slow disconnection in her heart. The ring’s absent weight was the heaviest loss she had ever felt.

Felicity began to climb the stairs. They took her further away from Oliver and up to the new challenges waiting for her.

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razzle-dazzle-dandy  asked:

Do you have any headcanons for Okuyasu's s/o who likes to talk to/spend time with The Hand? If that makes sense? Please and thank you! 💐

- Okuyasu thinks it’s really cute that his s/o wants to spend time with his stand! After all, his stand is a personification of his soul, so it’s kind of like his s/o just really wants to spend Extra time with him, right?
- He’ll be glad too that his s/o doesn’t think The Hand is goofy or scary looking! He knows that it doesn’t look like Crazy Diamond or Star Platinum, who even Okuyasu can admit are kinda hot, and it can’t talk or anything like Echoes can, but it’s his stand and he’s pretty fond of it and he’s happy that his s/o thinks that it’s cool too!
- He will be a little bit worried about his s/o at first, though. He’d never hurt his s/o on purpose, but his stand does have a pretty terrifying power and he would never be able to forgive himself if something happened to them and it was his stand’s fault. 
- The Hand can’t speak, but his s/o chatters away excitedly to it anyway, which makes Okuyasu’s heart pretty much melt in his chest. Occasionally his stand is even nodding - usually the Hand is pretty stern and stoic, so this is a big thing for Okuyasu! Secretly he’s always been a little jealous of Koichi’s ability to actually seemingly interact and speak to his stand - The Hand having a little more personality around his s/o is definitely something he can get behind!
- He gets more jealous than he’d like to admit if his s/o is spending too much time with the Hand, though - yeah, it’s cute that they’re cuddling, but OKUYASU WANTS TO CUDDLE THEM RIGHT NOW HAND ‘EM OVER. 

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Charon, the ferryman of Hades,

he was the son of Nyx (the personification of night) alone, sometimes of Nyx and her brother Erebos (the personification of darkness). It was Charon’s duty to ship the souls of the newly deceased over the rivers Stxy (and Acheron), that divide the world of the living and the world of the dead. His wage was an obolus, a coin, that was placed in the mouth or on the eyes of the deceased. Souls, who could not pay the fee, or those whose bodies were left unburied, had to wander the shores for one hundred years

[Over the Garden Wall Theory] The Unknown and The Beast

Anyone who has not read the TV Tropes page, it is a very good read (I read it after finishing this post).

The Unknown and The Dark Forest

The Unknown is a strange part of the afterlife, where people exist. They “live”, making families and friends. The Dark Forest is a section of the unknown, with a few unique characteristics. 

Finding Things in The Dark Forest:

If you lose your way in The Dark Forest, you will turn into a Edelwood tree.

It seems like The Dark Forest also works in a mysterious way. In The Unknown (Episode 10), Beatrice was able to find Gregory in The Dark Forest. In the same episode, Wirt was also able to find Gregory. Gregory was also able to find spider web on a stick and a golden honey comb. So perhaps, if you search for something in The Dark Forest, you will find it. This becomes an important mechanic in this theory.

The Beast (No way this entire section is complete)

The Beast is a monster whose soul is inside the Dark Lantern, which he keeps lit with the souls of children lost in The Dark Forest.

Further Explanation of The Beast

He lurks out there in The Unknown
seeking those who are far from home
hoping never to let you return
ooooh better beware
ooooh the beast is out there
ooooh better be wise
and don’t believe his lies
for once your will begins to spoil
he’ll turn you to a tree of oil
and use you in his lantern for to burn

Tavern Keeper
Songs of the Dark Lantern, Episode 4

It’s well-known that Edelwood trees used to be souls, everyone in the Tavern probably knows, judging by their reaction to Wirt’s mentioning of The Beast.

The beast knows your presence, ready to claim you! As part as his Dark Forest.
Only if you give up… Keep high in both body and spirit and you shall be safe from him
fall ill or lose hope and your life shall pass into his crooked hands

Woodsman
The Ringing of the Bell, Episode 7

I can’t explain why The Woodsman claims he didn’t know that “this was where the Edelwood trees came from” (The Unknown, Episode 10).

In The Unknown (Episode 10), The Beast says,
You see, Woodsmen? All who perish here will become trees for the lantern

The Beast
The Unknown, Episode 10

Any lost souls who has lost their will, they will become trees. It’s a subject where the songs, the Woodsman, and The Beast all agree. However, with these sources, never does it mention children being the sole source of Edelwood trees. So, anyone can become an Edelwood tree once their “will begins to spoil” in The Dark Forest, not just children.

Who is The Beast?

You just have some weird obsession with keeping this lantern lit. It’s almost like… Your soul is in this lantern

Wirt to The Beast
The Unknown, Episode 10

[Gregory] will burn nicely in the lantern…

The Beast
The Unknown, Episode 10

There’s currently 3 lost humans in The Dark Forest: Wirt, Gregory, and the Woodsman’s Daughter. He needs lost humans to light his lantern. They must perish.

But what of the lost who have kept their will?

You can always find things easily within the forest, but maybe The Beast is the personification of those lost within the forest. Those who don’t have a purpose in life. Those who are weak-willed.

But why does The Beast want the Woodsman to light the lantern? There’s 2 explanations:

  1. The Beast is plotting
  2. The Beast cannot touch the lantern (My friend thought of this, I’ll go into evidence of this at the end)

We’re gonna stick with #1 for now, #2 makes no sense yet.

The Beast’s Plot

What is The Beast’s plot? The Woodsman’s daughter becomes lost in the forest and The Beast gains strength. When The Beast fights the Woodsman, he loses (I think he loses legitimately). But he tricks the Woodsman into thinking his daughter’s soul is in The Dark Lantern (Technically true if The Beast personifies the lost in The Dark Forest). The Woodsman thinks he has found his daughter. He stops looking for her and keeps The Dark Lantern lit.

Woodsman: Begone, Beast! I fought you for the lantern before and I’ll fight you again.
The Beast: No need for violence, Woodsman, but be sure to keep [The Dark Lantern] lit or your daughter’s flame will go out.. Forever.

Dialogue between the Woodsman to The Beast
Songs of the Dark Lantern, Episode 4

The Beast needs to keep the Woodsman busy to stop him from looking for his daughter. So he can gain strength and take The Dark Lantern.

This day comes when Wirt and Gregory enter The Dark Forest. Is The Beast strong enough to defeat the Woodsman through the series? Probably yes. The Beast’s power has just grown 3-fold.

In The Unknown (Episode 10), The Beast fights the Woodsman. The Beast defeats the Woodsman as a result of more lost humans. Then he offers Wirt the opportunity to bear The Dark Lantern. Why? (Again, 1. Plotting and 2. The Beast cannot touch the lantern)

But what if Wirt takes The Dark Lantern? The Beast gains strength from Wirt as a lost child and Wirt keeps The Dark Lantern lit. Gregory is also a lost child, so The Beast gains enormous strength, while keeping The Dark Lantern lit.

It’s in The Beast’s best interest for Wirt to keep The Dark Lantern lit.

But what actually happened?

This is the strongest evidence of The Beast being the personification of lost souls…

The Woodsman: Stop! You’ll never see your daughter again, Woodsman! Are you ready to go back to that empty house? No! Woodsman!
Wirt: Goodbye, Beatrice…
Beatrice: Goodbye, Wirt…

Last moments of the brothers in The Unknown
The Unknown, Episode 10

When he died, those lost were returned. The Woodsman’s daughter has returned, then Wirt and Gregory were sent back.

Here’s a counter theories:

1. I read a theory where the Woodsman’s daughter returned, but the Woodsman did not. In effect, the Woodsman was lost in the forest, keeping the lantern lit, and his daughter was home safe! But, the chimney of the house was not lit and it appears she had just recently returned.
2. Wouldn’t his daughter want to “Find” home, so she wouldn’t be lost anymore?

This is a bit of a stretch, but the Woodsman stopped The Beast from claiming the brothers. Without the Woodsman stopping him, The Beast may have quickly claimed the lost Woodsman’s daughter. Otherwise, maybe you can only find people and things, not places in The Dark Forest. It’s a bit farfetched and it’s one of the only things I can’t explain.

Now what?
The Beast is the personification of lost souls and the souls have been returned, what does it mean? It means that with another passing lost soul, The Dark Lantern may become relit. I mean, someone needs to chop the Edelwood Trees in The Dark Forest, right?

Other Theories:

The Beast is not tangible:
There’s a lot of evidence to support this.

The Beast is the result of the forest’s night air. Throughout the series, we rarely see The Beast touch anything. It’s entirely possible that The Beast is The Dark Lantern corrupting those who see its light. Through the show, we see The Beast reaching for The Dark Lantern, but never touching it. Even in the hands of the Woodsman, about to blow it out, he tries to corrupt the Woodsman instead of taking it away.

During the fight with the Woodsman, we never see The Beast attacking the Woodsman. We merely see The Beast avoiding the Woodsman’s every strike. In fact, he mostly sings in an operatic voice while getting others to do his deeds.

I do as he commands, the voice of the night, the beast of eternal darkness

Adelaide
Lullaby in Frogland, Episode 6

Even to Adelaide, The Beast is merely a voice of the night.

What are you doing? Ahh, the night air is poisonous!

Adelaide
Lullaby in Frogland, Episode 6

So if this is true, he likely cannot fill his lantern and he needs the Woodsman to fill his lantern for him since Adelaide (his servant) cannot go outside. 

So yes, this theory is this: The Beast is a spirit of the night’s air of whom Adelaide is sensitive to sensing. In this theory, The Beast is truly evil. Don’t believe his lies and Adelaide cannot be trusted.

In fact, The Beast doesn’t touch anything until he gives Gregory a cup at the end. Even then, he doesn’t hand the China Cup to Gregory. He drops it on the floor. Curious.

That’s all for now. I also have theories about Death and Gregory, next time!