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I finally remembered the email and login for this account!!! :’) I’m so sorry for the stupid hiatus!!
Darkness won, and for once, it was okay.
Pien Pouwels  (via peacable)
RUSALKA
[noun]
Slavic mythology: (plural: rusalki or rusalky) a female ghost, water nymph, succubus, or mermaid-like demon that dwelt in a waterway. According to most traditions, the rusalki were fish-women, who lived at the bottom of rivers. In the middle of the night, they would walk out to the bank and dance in meadows. If they saw handsome men, they would fascinate them with songs and dancing, mesmerise them, then lead them away to the river floor to their death.
[Tobias Kwan]
I’ll kill you if you cross me; I might kill you anyway.
-Cesare Borgia, Horrible Histories (via spoopatory)
Frozen by Jack-Nobre
"He won’t be returning. He never should. I took care of it."
Meaning that she vanquished him to Hell quite a time ago. That’s not to say he wasn’t manipulative enough to find his way back… but should he try, she would be ready for him. No matter what.
"What are the conditions?"
From what he had seen and taken as truth, demons were notoriously hard to destroy let alone get rid of. His head tilts to the side, appraising her, noting the skill she must possess if she had indeed 'taken care of it'. "All I require is to know the true measure of your character."
"If you walk with me in TĂr na Nog, the scent of my realm will reap the smell of your past— at least that is what could happen. If not and if you prove yourself... one other option is that upon your death I shall be the one to collect you and keep your soul safe."
OH SHIT. OH NO NO NO. UNSEELIE FEY DO NOT DO WELL WHEN DISRESPECTED.
mythology meme | locations [1/3]
TĂr na nĂ“g was considered a place beyond the edges of the map, located on an island far to the west. It could be reached by either an arduous voyage or an invitation from one of its fairy residents. The isle was visited by various Irish heroes and monks in the echtrae and immram tales popular during the Middle Ages. Contrary to popular assumption, TĂr na nĂ“g was not an afterlife for deceased heroes, but instead, a type of earthly paradise populated by supernatural beings, which a few sailors and adventurers were fortunate enough to happen upon during their journeys. This otherworld was a place where sickness and death did not exist. It was a place of eternal youth and beauty. Here, music, strength, life, and all pleasurable pursuits came together in a single place. Here happiness lasted forever; no one wanted for food or drink. It is roughly similar to the Greek Elysium, or the Valhalla of the Norse, though with notable, distinct and important differences. (x)
The mutants eyes were locked on the the head as it spoke to her mind. It was still a little odd and made her curious. She’d heard stories from Cian and Lucas about something like this in their folklore. They always made it out that one day they’d be greeted and taken away by the creature. “Dullahan..” The girl was running through her memories before the word fell out of her mouth.
Looking towards the berries, delicately taking them from his hand. Adi wondered what they tasted like, their texture and scent tantalizing her senses. But something felt a little off about them at the same time. She nodded to him as small thank you before putting them in her jacket pocket.
“I.. Thank you, mist’ah,” she whispered in response to him, rather sure that he was just in her eyes. Adi wasn’t sure why only she could see him, but he didn’t seem like a terrible man. Though, she could be terribly wrong.Â
She said it. In her tiny little voice like a wisp of silk over freshly fallen snow she said it. Three simple syllables in a foreign tongue. His eyes focused on her face, a sudden halt in all movement, but the smile only seemed to grow. He watched as the berries were pocketed. A smart human this one was. Perhaps one worthy of his respect, the same he gave to the undertakers and the morticians of her realm. This wisdom did not often come out of thin air, no; she must have been taught from those from the land of Erie. "Tell me, child," the two tones reverberated so delicately, "do you know of the story of  OisĂn and Niamh?"
TĂr na nĂ“g, or. TĂr na hĂ“ige. Land of the Young, or Land of Youth. The Irish Otherworld. Interesting. Not—entirely—unexpected. Or audible, for that matter. Telepath.Â
"Rest assured, fairy. I want nothing from you but your name.”
Such defiant eyes for a mortal; the boy was young and foolish no matter the level of intelligence he flaunted. The Dullahan's lips tugged upwards, but he was suppressing an ear-to-ear grin that would give a him to what exactly he was.
"Is that so, lad?" His amusement came out in a soft mental snort of derision. "A name is an awful powerful thing to us fey— such information does not come freely. What are you willing to give for hearing even a fraction of it? Better yet, what do you have that might interest me?"
Like most unseelie/dark fey, Cillian doesn't really get along with light/seelie fey, but he has learned to respect those above him in rank (so he doesn't bring shame to his court). He's also met certain figures from Celtic Mythology such as: Tam Lin, Niamh, and The Morrigan. I have come to learn that he pretty much hates Tam Lin though haha.
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"Artemis Fowl... I have been warned of you, child, but do not expect the same treatment as those fool fey that you have seen met before."
"I am pledged to the dark court of the TĂr na nĂ“g and I promise you we are not as... kind."
    “—a home?”
     “—though I’m not sure any portion       of Earth can truly be owned.”
"Very clever for one of your kind..." He made no move to approach her and continued to to stand among the Thestrals. "Especially one quite young."