who are half deer

anonymous asked:

What is your favorite Finnish's myth/folk lore story ?

It’s a bit sad the original Finnish mythologies and folklores aren’t written down anywhere except for the national epoch Kalevala. I have only small, general hint-like information of this deity or that spiritual creature in Finnish mythology. Add there the fact no one here believes in old spiritual creatures, we have no “don’t go there, there are spirits!”-places or “don’t do this, it upsets spirits”-thing here and here we go. Nothing is left from old traditions. Lehto ry does work for keeping the traditional Finnish religion alive. There are some pagans who follow traditional Finnish religion.

Here are some of my faves

Liekkiö (from liekki, flame) and Ihtiriekko were spirits of deceased children, often killed at birth. While Liekkiö was harmless, appearing often as a shape of flame, and mostly bothered traveling people with crying and whimpering, Ihtiriekko tried to point out their killer and get peace for their soul. Whether people believed in Liekkiö or Ihtiriekko, it depended of the area. 

Hiidenhirvi (Hiisi Moose) was a big moose, which bothered people and caused havoc. It was from Hiitola, which in some cases means the land of dead. In one story forest spirits Hiisis created Hiidenhirvi from natural materials. Hiisi was another annoying spirit, evil one, and you wanted to avoid it. If Hiisi caught you in the forest, it took you to its home Hiitola, where you served as Hiisi family’s slave till you died. Vesihiisi (Water Hiisi) was a special type of Hiisi living in lakes and bonds.

Vetehinen (roughly translated as Waterly) was evil male water spirit, kind of like a merman. Like all evil spirits, it was the best to avoid Vetehinen. It was possible, however, to bribe Vetehinen to help you. A story goes how Vetehinen tried to turn over fisherman’s small boat (because Vetehinen is a little shit) but the fisherman cut Vetehinen’s arm off with his sword and it fell in the boat. Defeated, Vetehinen asked to get his arm back but the fisherman said he’d return the arm only if Vetehinen helped him to get some fish. Muttering and utterly pissed off, Vetehinen had no other option than help the man. The man got a boat full of fish hunted down with the help of Vetehinen, and Vetehinen himself got his arm back.

Vetehinen’s female counterpart is Näkki. While Vetehinen lived in lakes and bonds, Näkki lived in all type of waters (for what I know). Kids were warned not to go near water because Näkki can take them and drown them. This phrase is still used here; even I got told as a kid not to go alone near water because Näkki can catch me. Nowadays it serves more as a thing to scare kids so that they don’t accidentally drown themselves than a real belief of Näkki. It’s same as the phrase we use for kids who are naughty, that “If you don’t behave, Mörökölli comes and kidnaps you”. Mörökölli is considered a furry, goblin like creature.

By the way, we call seashells as Näkinkenkä, Näkki’s shoes.

Ancient Greece had Cerberus guarding the pathway to land of death; we’ve got a giant snake with multiple heads. There runs a river between the living and death near the entrance of the land of death (Manala or Tuoni), called Tuonen virta (River of Death). In Tuonen virta swims gracefully a white Tuonen joutsen, a Swan of Death.

Ajattara was a beautiful female spirit who made men get lost in the forest and then killed them. We have got a band here in Finland named Ajattara and they write and sing their songs in ancient Finnish spell casting form. FInland was definitely the land of spell casting and the spells were always sung. 

We also have got a badass female deity, Louhi. Louhi ruled the land of Pohjola (Northland, as north was considered the direction of evil) and acts as the antagonist in our national epoch Kalevala. Louhi was an old witch with a great army and she basically ruled all the lands and the men there. She had multiple beautiful daughters and also a husband, who got killed later in her front yard. Louhi is capable of changing her appearance and summon forth men for a fight. She’s very powerful at spell casting. 

Sami people up North in Lapland are better in this folklore stuff and they still have holy places which can’t be disturbed. From Sami folklore I love the belief that dead people can be summoned back to Earth in forms of bears and wolves. The latest incident, where a shaman was asked to deliver these “Lifted” (Nostettu) spirits, who caused damages in a form of wandering wolves, was held in Lapland in 1921. The shaman had been angry about it, saying that “Nowadays anyone can lift spirits, but then they have no idea how to send them back”.

EDIT: Oh and I forgot! Kola Samish people believe they are descendants of a Deerman, who was half-deer, half-man (deertaur basically). A human woman, who slept with the Deerman, gave birth to Kola Samish people from this union. The folklore tells that Deerman’s mother was a powerful witch, who could take a form of a deer. Kola Samish people have also folklores of raven and seal, who both marry a human woman. Where the Deerman taught the humanity how to hunt and thus represented forest, Raven was the symbol of air and Seal the symbol of water.  

I Don’t Like Being Forgotten

I don’t like being forgotten.

The moment you forget about me will be the moment my value for our relationship starts to deteriorate. It will be a slow burn, a knife to the stomach wherein your digestive acids will betray you and make your organs disintegrate one by one. We will no longer be a functional being, no longer thunder and lighting that torture the weak yet comfort the strong; no longer fire and ice that belong to different dimensions yet burn through the skin’s sensitivity as if baptised by the sun. We will no longer be Tom and Jerry that hold knives to each other’s throats yet fight for each other when the highway to hell snatches either of us from under our feet.

Instead of all these things, we will be meadows planted with wildflowers from end to end, our favourite kinds stealing the centre of attention, we will be Yin and Yang and the philosophy of the human race’s death once harmony is lost, we will be every sunset of every day, kissing the horizon endlessly because sometimes the most painful goodbyes are the most beautiful.

The day you forget about me will be the day I  won’t be able to see any stars in the sky anymore, I will forget what hope means because you promised me that once. Hope will keep us going, hope will keep us afloat but hope doesn’t answer my calls when the monsters are getting desperate to rip my wrists open, when the voices in my head overpower my own and I find myself face to face with the bottom end of a toilet bowl waiting to be stained with the regret that has begun digesting in my stomach. Simple hope doesn’t reassure me that I still matter, I am not annoying you, I am still important to you… that you haven’t replaced me with anyone better. You say it’ll be my light in the dark but I am standing in a hurricane and that light has long been extinguished the day you said “Nothing’s going to change”

At the age of 12 I knew how to be alone, I accepted it, I lived it, I wore it on my forehead down that fucking catwalk and got a standing ovation with every step I took. Lonely became a part of the hazel glaze that tries to make my dead facial features look alive; becoming a paradox in itself of whether or not I still want to wake up tomorrow.

You tied a string around my finger in case of emergencies, said I only need to make a fist and you’ll come rushing to save me. Thing is, my hand turned into a fist the moment you turned around and you knew it. Now, my nails have dug into my palms and I’m bleeding from enclosed stab wounds, I am not sure if I will ever heal.

I used to wait every morning to see that star dust smile, memorising the freckled constellations on your cheeks that the moon forbade me to see every night but you were just as breathtaking as any lie. You told me everything I needed to hear; from how I am always so beautiful to how you could never imagine your life without me.

Now this burn is not so slow and it’s not so subtle anymore, it’s more like a 3,000 degree kelvin fire and your skin burns just from looking me in the eyes. You can’t tell the truth. You can’t give me the truth because it singes your palms the way you kissed my wounds better, gently but painfully and I should’ve known something was wrong when I noticed the salt on your tongue but I still let your venom sink into my skin.

When you’re in the middle of a non-urban nowhere first aid for a snake bite is to cut a line from one puncture to the other and then suck the venom out of the blood stream. I told people you were poison, I said I needed saving. But the person who killed you cannot be the one to revive you, the one who broke your heart cannot be the one who fixes it.

I don’t like being forgotten like a half eaten, decapitated deer that the Lions were too full to finish.

I don’t like

being forgotten.

Dates edited


Aug 26, 27, 30

Sept 4, 9, 10, 14, 19, 20, 21

Oct 1


Oct 9

Holy shit.

So, I just walked by some kids on my walk? You guys know the whole, queer is a slur debat?

Well. Here comes a lesson on fucking context.

LGBT+ people can call themselves queer. If we want to makes signs calling ourselves that at pride parades? We can do that.

But holy shit I just had to tell out a group of elementary and middle schoolers who were chanting “smeer the queer” in my own damn neighborhood. See that? That’s when it becomes a damn slur. And you bet I heard them start laughing as they walked away.

I’m of half a mind to go down to one of those kid’s houses tomorrow, ask for their parents, and explain what the hell just happened. Those kids learned it from somewhere, and they better unlearn it.

They tried to fucking convince me, after listening and watching dumbstruck from across the street a full half minute, they were saying DEER.

Who THE FUCK got this started? Who do I need to go to? I’m mad I didn’t ask them that before I walked off. There is no way they were dumb as they were playing themselves off as.

I’ve met the women who lives in the house they were playing in the yard of. Nice women with an adorable dog. I’m pretty sure she was the mom of at least one of those kids.

Holy shit. I’m pissed.

“The oldest mythological stories of world’s birth in Scandinavia often contain a folklore, where a nation/tribe has an animal ancestors – most often a bear or a moose. Kola Samish people believe they are descendants of a Deerman, who was half-deer, half-man. A human woman, who slept with the Deerman, gave birth to Kola Samish people from this union. The folklore tells that Deerman’s mother was a powerful witch, who could take a form of a deer. Kola Samish people have also folklores of raven and seal, who both marry a human woman. Where the Deerman taught the humanity how to hunt and thus represented forest, Raven was the symbol of air and Seal the symbol of water.  

Kolta Samish people believe that they are descendants of bear; on a one cold winter night, a young Samish girl had found a shelter from a bear’s nest, slept with the bear and gave later birth to Kolta Samish folk.

Samish have multiple folklores, where a human transforms into a bear, either by their own will or as a result of being cursed by a witch. Witches could summon a bear to attack someone, and such bears were called Lifted. 

“…The bear of Kurtakko and Kallojärvi (Skull Lake) was Lifted, it was one of those bewitched bears
Otherwise it wouldn’t have hurt anyone. When the bear had been slayed
they found a belt with a knife underneath its skin. It had been a cursed human…”

- Story told to Samuli Paulaharju, in 1920

Wolf was an animal living in packs, so a witch could use their summoning skills to summon a punch of dead people back to Earth in forms of wolves. This kind of story was told in Utsjoki in the beginning of 1900. There was a wolf pack tormenting the area, so a priest was called to help people. He couldn’t help, so a sage called Kovven was called next. He was able to send the restless spirits back. Kovven had, after sending the spirits back, muttered angrily that “Seems that anyone can nowadays summon dead spirits to wander in form of wolves, but then they have no idea how to tame and send them back.”


happy birthday to exo’s manly baby deer, luhan!

my beautiful baby luhan i love you so incredibly much. ♡ you are so so so amazing. you are so beautiful. your heart is so full of love. do you know how much love your heart has? your heart has so much love. you can make mines swell with love and you can make my eyes swell with tears. i have never doubted you an angel. our little luhan, our little baby, our little deer, our dearest. you are no doubt an angel sent from heaven here to make earth just that much more beautiful. because luhan, you are so flawless and i love each and every single part of you. i love your eyes and your heart. all the colors of your voice and when you smile. how you tell us fans you love us with the utmost genuine heart. when you make your blank faces and how you always 110% no matter what. the heart of gold that forces an incredible amount of love anywhere. the way you hold a note until your breath runs out and how your voice quivers in songs. how i can plug my headphones in to listen to your voice late at night and feel so at peace and have every single feeling i’ve ever felt come charging at me and hitting me like a thousand knives stabbing me. how easily i can fall asleep to your voice as sweet as honey. how youthful you are even though you are the second oldest and how athletic you are. your love for soccer and your love for those close and dear in your heart. your determination for the goals you set for yourself and how you’ve achieved so many of them. the way you keep pushing to improve, to get better. how you help and donate to those who need all the love your heart has to offer.

when i can’t whether you are a human, or the most unparalleled, exceptional, miraculous being i have had the most pleasure of getting to know in this universe, and all the universes we are together in.

happy birthday, luhan! things are tough in the world right now, but hopefully, they’ll get better. i’ll be praying. i’ll also pray for you to always be safe and healthy, and so happy you’ll need to tao’s powers to slow the time down so that you can take a breather. i hope you can spend more time with your family and your loved ones. i hope i can meet you one day luhan, my our beautiful manly angel deer who is now half 50 years old like xiumin lol. i love you. ♡

我的小鹿啊~ 我的宝贝生日快乐!我不知道世界现在为什么要伤心,我真的对不起对是伤心的人,希望可以很快没事。但是,我都希望你可以有很开心的生日!鹿晗,我的汉语真的不好,写汉字也不识很多,可是,我爱你。我真的很爱你。我真的很开心我也是一个中国人,可以一起跟你说一样的话。可以有一样的家。我希望可以有一天看见你。可以跟你说我爱你。我爱你啊鹿晗!生日快乐!♡