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"The trolls lived in a type of world that was parallel to the human [world], and more or less had the same chores as [the humans]. People hung out with [the trolls] and [the two groups] exchanged services. Male trolls were good blacksmiths and female trolls were good at spinning. Sometimes there were even marriages between troll and human, which doesn't seem to have caused any problems. During jul, the trolls arranged their own jul parties out in nature, but one had to be careful not to be lured to [take part in] them, as [doing so] rarely ended well.
Since it could be hard to know if the person in front of you was a human or a troll, it was important to listen carefully to the talk of strangers, as there were certain words that the supernatural avoided because of magical reasons. A person who said 'storhund' ('big dog') instead of 'björn' (bear) was suspect, just like a person who referred to a 'sax' (scissors) as a 'tvestjärt' (lit. 'two tails', but is also the Swedish word for earwig). And if you sat down to dinner and someone didn't say grace, it was a clear sign: the supernatural carefully avoided everything that was associated with Christendom."
- Ebbe Schön, Älvor, troll och talande träd
Finished my journal with painted scratchadoodle. It feels odd to end one journal before starting new one. Somehow wistful but I'm eager start with the new 💖
In Songs of Heimurinn Trolls are not mere beasts, they are sophisticated creatures with a rich and ancient culture, they are similar to elves in the sense that their motivations are often mysterious, one can predict what a Troll might do, but one can never know why they do it. Though unlike elves, who enjoy luring mortals into their forest home Trolls do not like uninvited guests, their mountain halls are either well hidden or their great doors barred to travellers, Trollen prefer to bring their mischief to us, often in a raiding party or warband, sometimes they simply steal beer and peoples shoes, sometimes they raise a town to the ground… and sometimes they will run to the aid of people overwhelmed by superior forces, even if it kills them all, one can never know which it will be as they come charging down the mountains laughing and singing in their great deep voices.
Norway troll awakening
[Sorry for my bad English, I’m French. I do my best]
It was the day of my first awakening.
My very first trip to Norway…
I was 12 years old but I remember it like it was yesterday.
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I was in this boat in the direction of Norway. The gigantic mountains formed an immense hollow where the boat could dock. The weather was humid, slightly rainy and terribly foggy. We took a boat to throw ink on this green island.
It was good, the sky gave off a pleasant smell of damp earth, the weather was mild.
It’s the first time I’ve felt so… wild. I was sniffing the fresh lawn. A real breath of fresh air.
I dare say it: I felt at home.
Once in stopover, I returned during the entire excursion, I felt like a humanoid animal. I walked on tiptoe breathing in around me. It was brand new as a feeling. I was alive, incredibly alive. I felt a long feline tail and loose ears. At least I imagined it with all my heart.
Our travel guide told us about local legends, elves and gnomes. She sang to us in her mother tongue, she made me live these tales. Daydream. I was hanging from her lips.
She explained to us that their land was populated by tiny, medium and giant clever trolls. You didn't have to pick up pebbles because they were rock trolls at dawn… just during the day.
(Listening only to my gut, I picked up a few stones and hid them in my rain boots. To my great despair, they won't turn into trolls after dark.)
This trip was transforming me, I had discovered a new side in me, something ... animal. The feeling of non-humanity had already been there for a long time ... But something was born that day.
I even surprised myself to look at myself in the mirror, my nose raised to examine if fangs were pushing me. Also see if my eyes were changing color. Young and naive otherkin on the alert that I was. I thought there were surely others like me, with invisible ears and tail. Was I, perhaps, too, a troll?
I bought a little troll plush at a market. She looks like a human except for her haircut, elf ears and lion tail. She looks like me in a way. It was different from all my other stuffed animals.
So I started to take an interest in myths, vampires, werewolves, elves ...
This is how my first research started as a otherkin.
Troll sketches while watching Treasure Planet 🪐 + Poirot solving a murder 🗡
Sketches of my troll couple Kivi and Sipuli 🧡 it has been a while, I tried to bring their personalities in my drawings. Gonna wrote some idea's up.
Kivi is more quiet type who loves forest and animals. They are big,strong and like to take of their house, make food, picking berries or mushrooms and wandering in woods. His feelings are as big as himself and isn't afraid to show them.
Sipuli likes building and fixing things. He doesn't care for animals, bugs and such sinxe he doesn't understand their logic. He likes pretty things, reading and being comfy. He loves being on top of things and considers himself as an expert of...something (nobody truly knows)!
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