#weregoats

[gothicseverance]

Shadows do not accompany the bodies that should throw them; faces have no reflection; the phases of the moon may transfer a man into a wolf or a bat.

—Gothic Histories

Art by @snottiesnot 🖤

[hot-takes-and-random-things]

S12 E18 “The Memory Remains” thanks to @kitkatwinchester​ for her patience this episode was brought to you by technical difficulties WISCONSIN!!!! GO PACKERS!! stop... *whispers* hammer time goat head, totally normal

Hiii Cas’ voicemail! Taxidermy.  Totally normal. The kid won’t talk to the police, so why would he ever talk to the Winchesters?  What makes them special? I have never heard this legend before. WHAT OTHER KIND OF GOAT IS THERE, DEAN?? Why isn’t there a Supernatural bingo of subjects for gifs? Lay off, dude, quit being so harsh on the kid. GOAT IN THE MIRROR HOLY SHIT Have I ever mentioned that I am scared of goats? This scene is Dean Winchester in one scene: food, sex, and his brother. TO ANYONE READING THIS: DON’T TAKE THAT THE WRONG WAY. The underhandedness of this “health inspection” is just😡😡 me: is it like a Scooby-Doo epsiode? kitkatwinchester: No. me: ...Pestilence? kitkatwinchester: NO!  IT’S NOT PESTILENCE! HE’S RIGHT THERE!!!!! This meat locker is spooky. It looks like the thing from Pan’s Labyrinth. GOOD THING I DON’T EAT CATSUP Why is Mick (secretly Ketch) called Frodo? FUCK YOU KETCH FUCK THE BMOLS Here we go, investigating a totally not-creepy house, looking down a not-creepy basement. Dean: Hello? Goat dude? THEY’RE WERE-GOATS. Sheriff: Blood. me: Come again? Sheriff: Human blood. me: COME AGAIN? SAM, NOOOO I DON’T LIKE THIS HOW DID IT GET OUT OH MY GOD JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I HATE GOATS GET OUT OF THE BUNKER YOU DAMN BMOLS GET OUT OF DEAN’S PORN STASH Cellophane is actually pretty ingenious, but it can be gotten out of. Pete: Hunting people. Killing things. The family business. 😂😂 Yeah Dean, time to hurry. HURRY UP, SAM YES! COLT! SAM! ...ew, Moloch squish omg kitkat😂 DEAN! DON’T RUIN THE TABLE! SAM! NOT YOU TOO!

Flew back to London? Okay fuck you Ketch.

[thenixkat]

“In the Périgord, the were-wolf is called louléerou. Certain men, especially bastards, are obliged at each full moon to transform themselves into these diabolic beasts.

It is always at night that the fit comes on. The lycanthropist dashes out of a window, springs into a well, and, after having struggled in the water for a few moments, rises from it, dripping, and invested with a goatskin which the devil has given him. In this condition, the louléerous run upon four legs, pass the night in ranging over the country, and in biting and devouring all the dogs they meet. At break of day they lay aside their goatskins and return home. Often they are ill in consequence of having eaten tough old hounds, and they vomit up their undigested paws. One great nuisance to them is the fact that they may be wounded or killed in their louléerou state. With the first effusion of blood their diabolic covering vanishes, and they are recognized, to the disgrace of their families.“

https://www.sacred-texts.com/goth/bow/bow09.htm

[esteliel]

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Les peaux de chèvres de chagrin (16296 words) by Anonymous Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Les Chouans - Honoré de Balzac, La Comédie Humaine - Honoré de Balzac Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Corentin/OMCs Characters: Corentin, OMCs - Original Male Chouans Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Captivity, Weregoats, Randy Weregoats, Inhumanly deep anal penetration, Inhumanly Brief Refractory Period, Ravaged by Livestock, Class Differences, Chouannerie, Forced to Huddle for Warmth with Rapist Summary:

When Corentin is captured by the Chouans, he quickly discovers that the enigmatic Breton peasants have been guarding deeper secrets than royalism.

Being held for a doomed hostage exchange may turn out to be the least of his problems.

Nonconathon had reveals and I got the Balzac fic of my wildest dreams by some mysterious author who knows me far too well. 😍 This is incredible and has everything I could have possibly wanted - it’s beautifully in character, rich with historical detail, has amazing character voice and all the delicious kidnapping/captivity/huddling tropeyness, plus amazing Chouan OCs and, ahem, the weregoat noncon Balzac forgot to tell us about.

And while I realize that Chouans fandom is basically a fandom of two you should absolutely give this a try if you like bratty spies out of their depth, 19th century Brittany, goatskins or, well... weregoat noncon. 🐐❤ I still cannot believe that there’s truly 16k of incredible fic for my poor underappreciated fave now!

[awed-frog]

was michelangelo a goat?

To paraphrase a famous poem by Catullus, Nam hominem esse decet pium poetam / ipsum, magnos pictores nihil necesse est: ‘to be human may be proper for a devout poet, but in no way is it necessary for skilled painters’. And indeed, because of a lamentable scarcity of reliable optic devices until the late 19th century, one cannot be too careful when considering the question of the great men (and women) in history and their genetic identity (see for instance Kessler, David, Fur, Feather and Fins: a Comprehensive Guide). It is often expected that any person who made a valuable contribution to History, Science or the Arts must have been what we generally define as ‘human’ (for how the term has come to be seen as discriminatory, see for instance Yuval Noah Harari), but as Sophie Jenkins has conclusively demonstrated with her seminal work, the therianthropic community numbers many illustrious  and influential personalities (to name just a few: Oscar Wilde, Virgina Woolf, popes Celestine III, Nicholas III, and Benedict XIII of the Orsini family and - though this claim is disputed by some - Lev Tolstoy). In this sense, the Italian Renaissance is perhaps the ideal time period for ambitious researchers to break new ground: the determined and at times aggressive revolt against the strictest dogmas of the Catholic Church means many therianthropic individuals lived their condition quite openly, and because of the abudance of archaeological evidence we no longer need to speculate and trust literary sources to provide us with a definite answer. On the contrary: it should be noted that DNA analysis for the purpose of isolating therianthropic genes is becoming more and more common (it remains illegal, however, and rightly so, on individuals -alive or deceased- who were born after 1918; and this to avoid the possibility of discrimination or persecution). In fact, an Italian research team was recently granted permission to carry out a thorough examination of Michelangelo’s bones, in an effort to verify the absence or presence of any therianthropic genes. In this essay I will

[betabites]

Monster-A-Day 20: Gwyllion

From a treatise on shapeshifters, natural, infected and taught, by an anonymous swanmay.

Gwyllions (from the Connish term for them; we Dhars call them varbock) are mountain spirits that take the forms of goats or goatherds. Or they did, before the Iron Lord very efficiently crippled their favored tactic.

This is why, throughout the known world, goatherds are known as inveterate liars. Even though gwyllions are all but extinct, the tradition continues.

You see, the gwyllion are completely unable to speak a lie. However, they are still capable of deception, by means of misdirection, omission, or similar schemes. This is how they would engage in their favorite - and only - plot - to waylay a goatherd, devour them, and return home, to devour the goatherd's family.

Before the Iron Lord's rhyme became common lore, many mountain villages were completely wiped out by gwyllions, as their numbers swelled, and they began working in concert. You see, every gwyllion has two brothers. Each gwyllion carried three eggs in their throat. When they have grown large enough, they disgorge these eggs, surround them with food, and go on their way. Gwyllions grow to full maturity in a week, given sufficient food.

You can see how this sort of population growth could get out of hand for mortals. In fact, gwyllions were actually a component in early breeds of goblins, trying to replicate their fecundity.

As a side effect, the gwyllions at their apex almost wiped out bridge trolls. These two sorts of mountain fey have an ancient animosity, some blood feud carried long past the point of sensibility. Gwyllions also have a related feud with mountain trolls, which is why those sorts of fey fear goat horn.

In any event, Gwllions have three forms - first, that of a large billy-goat, with spiraling horns and a luxuriant beard. Second, more variable, the appearance of any goatherd they've slain. Lastly, a humanoid medley of goat and human, with reversed knees, horns, and a hirsute appearance. They require no token or incantation to shift form, nor do they require any external magical trigger.

Regardless of form, gwyllions have great strength, are given to crudity in many forms, and display a natural ability with instruments. They greatly enjoy games of chance, and it is with these that the few remaining gwyllions survive.

They have been noted to approach lone goatherds or travelers and offer them a bet. If the gwyllion loses, they will do a service for their opponent, or offer them a treasure of some sort. If the gwyllion wins, however, their opponent must do them a service, or offer them a treasure. The stakes can increase quite precipitously, which is how the warlord Nar found himself in command of a gwyllion army at one point.