#Finvarra

[plasmagrrl]

Finvarra

[joemerl]

Writer's Month 2024, Day 19: "Chess"

Original fiction, specifically "the Fairy/Changeling WIP" Word count: 402 Author's notes: Gotta start this vignette at an awkward spot to avoid spoilers.

Terrance stood panting after his screaming fit. Dorothy glanced at Finvarra, terrified that he would strike her brother dead with a flick of his little finger. But the fairy king watched him calmly, his lips slightly pursed. Which automatically made him nicer than a lot of other fairies whom she'd met.

"What you're asking for," he said slowly, "is a boon. A boon which my queen would not like me to give you."

"I don't care! Are you going to help, or not?"

Finvarra's face remained impassive. Finally, he sat down at the table with the ornate chess set, motioning for Terrance to take the seat across from him.

"How about this? I'll grant your boon, if you can beat me in a game of chess."

Terrance sputtered, his voice rising into high-pitched hysteria. "I'm not here to play games!"

"I can hardly give you what you want, my boy. Oona would never forgive me. But if I can say that you forced me to..."

The edges of his mouth twitched the smallest bit. Terrance glared, then dropped into the chair.

"What happens if I lose?"

"Yes, what? It simply cannot be done, offering something so valuable for nothing in return." Finvarra considered for a moment, then leaned forward. "How about, if I win...you give me your soul?"

Dorothy sucked in a breath. Terrance, his face red from anger, blanched back to his usual pallor.

Finvarra threw back his head and gave a booming laugh.

"Kidding! Ha ha, your face, my boy!" He winked. "After all, what would I want your soul for? No offense, but I'm sure I could find better."

Terrance's face turned red again, and he pounded a hand on the table, causing the jeweled chess pieces to jump.

"I'm not kidding around!"

Finvarra held up a hand. "Alright. Then how about...a hair?"

"A hair?!"

"Yes, why not? One hair from your head for every match that I win. That way, if you lose the first time, you can try again."

His not-quite-smile had returned. Terrance, still glaring, snarled "Fine."

"Terrance," said Dorothy. "Do you even know how to play chess?"

He growled through gritted teeth. "I'll figure it out."

Finvarra smiled properly now, waving his hand over the jeweled board. "White moves first."

Within an hour, Terrance was grinding his teeth, while Finvarra had a small pile of black hairs on his side of the table.

[bluesettes]

As we near the end of Autumn, I wanted to share some of my best dragons for the season.

Meet Bett (#72527896) and Buckwheat (#81582270)!

Bett is the beloved firstborne of Princess Baize and while he's easy go lucky, his resemblance to his grandfather Finvarra (#45404647), the Autumn Monarch, means much is expected of him. Much further down the line of inheritance, Buckwheat still has plenty of attitude to spare. He enjoys freedom and has a complicated relationship with figures of authority. His own mother got a fair share of his rebellion, though her equally feisty personality quickly put him in his place. Now that he has left the nest, his hunger for doing whatever he wants knows no bounds.

His great grandmother, Princess Baize, has caught wind of his ambition and invited him to her side to learn the inner workings of court politics.

[lumiinousbeingsold]

tag drop - celtic lore

[bite-sized-writing]

How Do Authors Start Their Story?

You finally have your outline or plot ready. You want to begin writing your story but you have no idea how you want it to start.

That's my problem right now, so I put down a few examples of the beginning of books as inspiration!

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Finvarra's Circus by Monica Sanz

Leanna Weston looked down at the age worn ticket in her hands and abandoned all prior belief that there was nothing worse than a broken heart. Her heart, however, was not one ruined by the unrequited affections of a boy, nor failure to secure a husband. It, in fact, had little to do with love at all. No, Leanna learned long ago that no man would ever want the sister with a damaged heart, not when there were two other healthy, lively ones in the stable.

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Voice of The Blood by Jemiah Jefferson

All the best tales begin with rain. In reality, this is the end of the story I am about to relate to you, but I begin here, because I'm sitting waiting in the pitch-dark parlor of my old house, bare feet with their long nightmare toes peeking out from beneath an appropriately literary white eyelet nightgown. The rain is picking up outside from a sleepy waltz to a tarantella, and often when it rains like this, my lover John returns to me for the night. My lover—the unfortunately feral and tragically beautiful—may join me here, for he hates being out in the rain in the mulchy graveyards and unwholesome underpasses where he ordinarily stays.

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The Yada Yada Prayer Group Gets Real by Neta Jackson

The call of nature—Willie Wonka's, not mine—got me out of bed at the bleary hour of seven thirty, even though the New Year's Eve party upstairs had kept me awake till after three. Three a.m.! But Willie Wonka's bladder was on dog-time—old dog time at that—making sleeping in on holidays a moot point. Stuffing my feet into my scuffs and pulling Denny's big terry robe around me, I stumbled out of our bedroom mumbling thinly disguised threats at our chocolate Lab as he led me out the back door.

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Rosehead by Ksenia Anske

Lilith Bloom had a peculiar feeling that the rose garden wanted to eat her. She surveyed it through the open car window, unable to look away. The garden seemed to survey her back. It was enormous. Its red blanket surrounded a solitary mansion at the end of Rose Street, Rosenstrasse in German. No other houses stood in sight, only a distant forest. Apart from tires grating on the gravel, it was eerily quiet, too quiet for a hot summer afternoon.

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Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones

My grandfather used to tell me he was a werewolf. He’d rope my aunt Libby and uncle Darren in, try to get them to nod about him twenty years ago, halfway up a windmill, slashing at the rain with his claws. Him dropping down to all fours to race the train on the downhill out of Booneville, and beating it. Him running ahead of a countryside full of Arkansas villagers, a live chicken flapping between his jaws, his eyes wet with the thrill of it all. The moon was always full in his stories, and right behind him like a spotlight.

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Appointment In Jerusalem by Derek Prince

The last glow of the setting sun had faded from the sky behind me, leaving the streets of Jerusalem dark and empty. The silence was broken only by the scuff of my shoes against the stones. The damp, wintry air felt raw against my cheek. Instinctively, I clutched closer to me the bundle that I carried.

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Below by Laurel Hightower

It came out of nowhere.

Addy’s hands shook, the band of her grandmother’s wedding ring tapping an erratic rhythm on the edge of the chipped porcelain mug she held so tight. The coffee within had long gone cold, but she couldn’t make herself let go.

It came out of nowhere.

She clutched the cup harder, knuckles whitening as they had around her steering wheel when the dark blue van appeared in the middle of the road, facing the wrong direction. Her fingers were stiff: she’d had to pry them from the wheel once she’d pulled into the truck stop parking lot. Her heart raced, her breathing erratic, stopping every so often until her burning lungs reminded her that no, she hadn’t died, so she still needed air.

[cielomist]

laszlo / finvarra

it / its

fire emblem / kingdom hearts / final fantasy / digital devil saga / etc

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cielomist.bsky.social

the owainigo brainrot has returned i am so normal about these two men ↓

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Sometimes You Grow Into Your Books

I was objectively too young when I picked up this book at like, ten or eleven, having just read Terri Windling and Ellen Steiber's The Raven Queen and wanting more faeries with some edge to them, and read my way through four novels about magic and fairies in Canada and Ireland. On that first read, solidly 80% of it went straight over my head, and I couldn't figure out why. (Reader, the reason is because I was a tiny human who was still at a middle grade level and this book is pretty firmly YA but literally nobody ever told me no where books were concerned--and thank you to everyone who supported my reading from a young age!) That said, there was something about the book that wouldn't stop worrying at the back of my mind, so over the next three years, I kept reading and rereading, and slowly the stories took shape in my head and I learned why the books stayed with me. I spent a long time with this book, so let's talk The Golden Book of Faerie.

This is a spoilery post, so be aware if this book is for some reason on your TBR!

A word I didn't know when I decided I wanted to read this book is omnibus, but that's what this book is--an omnibus edition of four OR Melling novels.

The Hunter's Moon is the first of the four books, and it really sets up the complex relationship between family and faerie that will permeate the rest of the books. It follows Gwen and Findabhair's (fin-ah-veer's) reunion in Ireland after a while apart, and Findabhair's entanglement with Finvarra, a faerie king. Finvarra either falls in love with/selects for the Hunter's Moon sacrifice Findabhair, and Findabhair decides she is in love enough to go through with it. Gwen basically decides that no, this is not acceptable, and finds help fron Dara, cute guy and folkloric king of Ireland; Granny (Grania Harte, not Granny Weatherwax) who is a fairy doctress; Katie Quirke, who is a farmer with big dreams; and Mattie O'Shea, a middle-aged Managing Director of a firm who is also a married new dad. I would be absolutely remiss to point out the resemblances to Lord of the Rings here, because Gwen quite literally pulls together a fellowship to try to save Findabhair and faerie.

The fellowship faces down Crom Cruac, the Great Worm. It...does not go great. I wasn't kidding when I made the LotR comparison, there is no great, glorious, heroic battle at the climax of this book. They are overpowered and beaten to a pulp, and Findabhair gets Laterose-ed into the ground, and suddenly the company's reason for fighting lies dying. Finvarra chooses a heroic sacrifice, and the rest of the company takes itself home to recover. A year and a day later, the Company of Seven gather again to mark to day, and Finvarra--a notably human Finvarra--returns.

The overarching mood of this story is of how love and grief intertwine, and it is really truly well done.

The Summer King shifts protagonists to focus on Laurel and Honor Blackburn, a pair of twin sisters violently separated by what seems, on the surface, to be a hang-glider accident. We find later that it was, in truth, a faery attack, but for the long year between Honor's death and Laurel's introduction to Faery, all Laurel knows is that her sister is dead. And the kicker for the family--although this is implied rather than stated explicitly on page--is that they didn't even have a body to bury because Honor crashed into water, and the glider took her too far down to be recovered.

Along for the ride with Laurel is Ian Gray, troubled young pastor's son and the new--and EXTREMELY reluctant--Summer King. He and Ian more share a body and mind than are the same person, so poor Ian is fighting a massive battle and Laurel is still so wounded by Honor's death. The pair bond a bit on Grace O'Malley's ship, and even when it is revealed that Honor was a casualty of the Summer King's violence, Laurel and Ian still work together to light the midsummer pyre and keep the human and faerie worlds together.

Dead is dead in the human world still, so Honor cannot return to her life. But thanks to Laurel, she can live on in Faerie. And Laurel also grows enough to pull Ian back from the edge as well.

So as the eldest of three girls, literally the worst thing I can imagine is losing a sister, so this book made me SOB. But the compassion required for forgiveness and healing stuck, and the book expands the theme of the intertwining of love and grief while giving it some nuance and complexity by weaving in compassion and forgiveness.

The Light-Bearer's Daughter is possibly the closest thing to a traditional "fairy tale" in this book, because Dana is all of eleven in this book, far younger than the teen protagonists of the last two. That is why when Dana stumbles ass-backwards into the woods and is handed a mission by the Summer Queen--none other than Honor Blackburn, for those of you playing along at home--she ends up terrifying her single dad by bailing on him right before a move from Ireland to Toronto to complete her mission.

This book is very much a fairy tale because it's Dana learning, growing, getting square with the fae mother who left her and her father, and then accepting the move to Canada. This is possibly my least favorite of the three novels, but it's important background for Dana for the next book.

The Book of Dreams takes Dana as its protagonist again, but now she is a troubled thirteen who has not adjusted to life in Toronto. It also weaves in the major players from the three previous books, because whether Dana is ready or not, something big enough to threaten the existence of faerie is coming, and Laurel and Gwen need to make sure that this teenager survives to battle this.

The best part of this book is how the mythology and lore expands. We get the Irish/English faerie lore that we've been accustomed to in three previous books, but thanks to the multiculturalness of Toronto, we also get First Nations and Indian (that's as in India, not as in Native American) lore as well, and the three work together beautifully. This was the first time I had ever seen Irish and North American Indigenous mythologies together, but CE Murphy does a version of it in the Walker Papers, and these two seem to work together really well.

I also love the way the different threads of this book weave together, although we are never free of the balance between love and grief and the costs of having a foot in both the mortal and faerie worlds.

Overall, despite being objectively too young for this book when I first picked it up, it was foundational in shaping what I prefer in faerie stories (and actually probably explains part of why how the fae in the Dresden Files are handled pisses me off) and it really helped show me that there was nothing that was too hard for me to read. It might take spending some time with a text and rereading and reflection to parse my responses, but this book really was my first experience with a challenging text that I had to work to really get through, understand, and appreciate.

It's the combination of the lesson on how to approach challenging texts and the vibes that I learned to appreciate that really made this book stick with me, and I adore The Hunter's Moon unreasonably.

[bobcorrigan]

A little world-building from Meribel

Violet sloshed through melting snow to the coffee place on the corner of Astor and Brooklawn. She took in the room as she waited in line, inspecting every table, every face, looking for the best table, one that would give her privacy and a view of the door. It was an old habit she missed. But opening orders from the Captain required a certain amount of care, especially if another Guard was paying attention.

The table she wanted had a middle-aged hipster reading the Racing News at it. One look up at her – six feet four of muscle in a long ivory Irish sweater – and he scuttled away. She made a point to say thank you, but he was long gone by then.

Inside the Captain's black order envelope was a blank sheet of flimsy, off-white tissue paper. Violet tore it up and sprinkled the pieces into her coffee mug, transforming it into a dark, viscous sludge. Faint whispers rose from the cup, as usual. But then that single voice became three, each one slightly out of phase, and a teardrop of pure silver appeared on the surface of the coffee.

Oh shit.

Under a sky of painted stars the tears of the Goddess will appear

Let none who live consume their light lest a brother’s sword unsheathed draw near.

She pushed the coffee cup away and leaned the back in her chair until the top of her head rested against the frosted window. The Captain had never not once sent someone else's message in his envelope. It would have taken an order, and there was only one person alive who could give the Captain of the Guards an order.

And that sure as shit wasn't the Morrigan.

Unpacking the message wasn't hard. Tears of the Goddess was a reference to the Tears of Danu. The problem was it wasn't real. The children's story of a potion that would allow one of the Eldest to travel from anywhere in creation to Danu’s throne was just that – a children's story, and a ridiculous one at that. Why would the Morrigan bother to get the King to assign the Guards to investigate one of her garbage prophecies? 

Violet sat forward and poked the now-solidified coffee with her index finger. But what if the Tears of Danu wasn't fake? What if someone had figured out how to craft it? That must be what the final line meant. A brother's sword unsheathed would be the King's dead brother Finvarra, who he'd killed to take the throne.

The King was worried Finvarra's daughter Meribel would consume the Tears of Danu.

It didn't take much for the possibilities to spiral out from there. Everyone knew Meribel had spent centuries looking for a way out of exile and a weapon powerful enough to kill the man who murdered her father. With both of thise in hand she could unify all of the exiles trapped here. She could raise an army.

Violet managed a smile. Raising an army is what a thoughtful rebel leader would do, so of course Meribel would do no such thing. It was much more likely the Princess Meribel would use the Tears to pop back Inside, murder Lugh, and then dance over his body out of spite. Once a pirate, always a pirate.

Losing power was what Lugh feared most, so being the clever court creature that she has always been, that's what the Morrigan prophecised.

It was all starting to make sense. Everyone knew the Morrigan liked to get Lugh worked up, no one more than the Captain. He agreed to assign Violet to the case because he knew Violet would work it correctly, even though they both knew the Tears of Danu was a myth and that Meribel was the same useless piece of shit she'd always been.

All it would take was going through the motions, and the case would close itself.

So how did the Captain get the King to agree to the extravagant reward? Violet never expected to get a case worthy of cancelling out her own sad debt, but here it was, and even that was par for the course with the Captain: he only offered extravagant rewards when a task merited it. If the King wanted the Captain's best, the Captain would exact appropriate payment in exchange. It was exactly the sort of cleverness Violet had come to expect from the Captain over their centuries of service together.

She left the coffee shop feeling better about life than she had in ages.

[sillylilfairy]

Just a cropped version of the Itaku banner I'm working on with my Webcomic's OCs. Finvarra and a tiny Jacqueline in the middle, an Ellen Trechend on the right and Balor's hand reaching down for princess Eileen (Jacqueline's mother) and the Dagda's harp.

[cry4nne]

Finvarra, Fairy King

[joemerl]

Faebruary/Februfairy 2024: "Presents"

Queen Una looked pensive, then asked, "Would you like to hear the story of how I fell in love with Finvarra?

"When I first came from Elfame, he showered me with gifts. Every day he presented me with jewelry or treasures, beautifully wrought or enchanted. He declared his love for me, and pleaded for my hand. It was overwhelming, and to be honest, I wasn't sure if I could trust him. He had offered me asylum in my time of need, but how much of that, or of his suit, came from kindness? Perhaps it was my rank and position that drew his ardor.

"In those days, he often left Tir na nOg to visit the mortal world. After a time, I began to follow him unseen. He had many human friends, great lords and poets, and gave them magical boons whenever he visited their homes. At other times, he would disguise himself and wander among the mortals. That's when I first began to love him—watching him laugh with peasants and play with their children, all of whom thought him nothing more than a common human soldier.

"Finally, I decided to try my own deception. I disguised myself as a beggar-woman, and hid my power so well that even he could not sense who I was. I knelt by the side of the road, dressed in rags, and as he passed, grabbed the hem of his cloak, pleading for a scrap of bread. Of course, he carried a whole feast in his magical satchel. He took out a loaf that could have been dinner for a whole family—one far too large to fit in that small bag—and told me to be at this same spot tomorrow if I needed more."

She smiled fondly. "He always was a show-off. But never mind. I told him that I would rather feast with him back in Tir na nOg, and revealed myself. Then I told him that that loaf of bread meant more to me than all the treasures that he had ever given me. And with that, we were wed within a year."

[7serendipities]

Fairy Witching Update!

A couple of months ago, I wrote a post titled “The Less Mystical Side of Fairy Witching” , and I thought today I’d offer an update!

I did, in fact, find a tree and get it planted — well ahead of schedule. I went with a variety of crabapple that is considered “edible” (technically most crabapples are “edible”, they’re just not very tasty or nutritious) and should grow crabapples the approximate size of a golf ball. I’m told they make good jelly! And I’m sure the critters will love them. It had a couple of flowers on it the day it got planted, and then bloomed vigorously for about a week, and is now setting fruit! So, mission complete.

I think my local Fairy Queen is satisfied, too, because her rosebush is blooming up a storm! I call her the Rosegay Queen, and when we first moved in and I was examining the property, it became apparent very quickly that the strange little rosebush (which was barely more than a forked stick then) had an Otherworldly quality to it. I have put offerings near it since then, and that seems to be her preferred location for omens, as well — I once found a strange little antique watch face nearby. Once the crabapple started setting fruit, the rosebush started blooming, which in itself is not very significant because the timing is following the weather, but I have never seen it bloom this much before, and we’ve been here three years now, and this spring we were under drought conditions. I have not watered, fertilized, pruned, or done anything to encourage this rose to bloom, and I’ve watched my grandfather take care of roses my whole life, and they seem to take a lot of particular care, much of the time. I've never seen this one have more than two or maybe three blooms at a time, before. But this rosebush is currently blooming in abundance, and there’s a sense of satisfaction permeating it that I believe is coming from the Rosegay Queen.

I started calling her that after I first spoke to her and she suggested it. I tend to ask for a name I can use and share freely when I begin relationships with the Fair Folk I encounter, and those names are very often drawn from the landmarks or flora of their territory. When I had earlier explored her territory, which follows a nearby stream, I had found that the streambanks are overgrown in many places with wild roses, which seem to be her particular emblem. She claims to be Daoine Sidhe, which hail from Ireland, though she did not explain how or how long ago she came to be here — and I have not asked. I do tend to ask those I encounter what kind of fairy they are, with the intention of better understanding how to interact with them. I cannot be sure that the folkloric understanding of types of fairies actually matches their own experiences of themselves at all, but I try to communicate my reasons, and most of the beings I’ve encountered can at least take a couple of the terms in my head and mash them together or give me qualifiers for a sort of ballpark framework. The Rosegay Queen was very clear on being Daoine Sidhe, though, and claims a connection to Una and Finvarra, whom I have since begun to get to know better.

[fairyencyclopedia]

Primate Fairies Master List Part 2:

Primate fairies encompass humanoids, giants and apelike beings.

Europe:

Äbädä

Adrasteia (nymph)

Aengus Óg/ Óengus (Tuatha de Danaan)

Aetna (Sicilian nymph)

Adgilis Deda (Georgian)

Afonya/ Afanasii

Agrius (Gigantes)

Áine (Tuatha de Danaan)

Airmed (Tuatha de Danaan)

Akhsar (Nart)

Akhsartag (Nart)

Akola (Nart)

Albina

Albina’s sisters

Alcyoneus (Gigantes)

Alcyonides

Alektos (Giant)

Alfar

Alimbeg (Narts saga)

Alimbeg’s daughter (Narts saga)

Almas/ Almasty/ Abnauayu/ Adam-Ayu/ Adam-Dzhapais/ Adlekhe-titin/ Agatch-kishi/ Bnahua/ Kaptar/ Kiyik Adam/ Tskhiss Katsi (Georgian)

Agunda (Nart)

Alvaldi (jötunn)

Amadan Dubh

Am Fear Liath Mòr/ Dundonald Creature/ Ferla Mohr

Ana (Queen of the Keshali- Romani)

Angrboða (jötunn)

Antero Vipunen

Aoede (Muse)

Aos-sí/ Aos-sídhe/ Sìdhichean

Anu (Irish goddess)

Arawn

Arimaspi

Aristaeus (giant)

Asterius (giant)

Auloniad

Aurboða (jötunn)

Azovka

Baba Cloanța

Baba Hârca

Badb (Tuatha de danann)

Banba (Tuatha de danann)

Baugi (jötunn)

Basajaun/ Basajarau

Batraz

Béḃinn (Tuatha de danann)

Bé Chuille (Tuatha de danann)

Becuma of the White Skin

Befana

Beli (jötunn)

Belsnickel/ Bell Sniggle/ Belschnickel/ Belznickel/ Belznickle/ Pelznickel/ Pelznikel

Berchtold

Bergatrollet

Bergelmir (jötunn)

Bergfolk

Bergsrå

Bestla (jötunn)

Beuteusell

Bibyts (Narts)

Blunderboar/ Blunderbore/ Blunderbus/ Blunderbuss/ Thunderbore

Boann (Tuatha de danann)

Bodach (Gaelic)

Bodb Derg (Tuatha de danann)

Bolam Beast

Bölþorn (jötunn)

Božić Bata

Brân the Blessed

Bres (Tuatha de danann)

Brian (Tuatha de danaan)

Brigid/ Brìde/ Bríg/ Brigit

Buggane

Bugul Noz

Buka the Boogeyman

Bukavac (Slavic)

Bunadh na gcnoc/ Cuid na gcnoc/ Dream na gcnoc

Býleistr (jötunn)

Callichore (muse)

Calliope (Muse)

Cailleach/ Beira, Queen of Winter/ Cailleach Bheur 

Carystus (mythology)

Celsclan (Etruscan)

Cermait (Tuatha de danaan)

Changeling

Chariclo

Chleunik (Belarus)

Chuchuna/ Gyona Pel/ Mulen/ Zemlemer

Cian (Tuatha de danann)

Circe

Clio (Muse)

Cloan ny moyrn/ Adhene

Clytius (giant)

Connla

Cormelian

Cormoran (giant)

Creidhne (Tuatha de danann)

Cú Chulainn

Custennin

Cyclops

Dactyls (Greek)

Dagda/ Eochaid Ollathair (Tuatha de danann)

Dame Rampson (Hungarian)

Dame Vénétur

Damysus

Dana/ Danu (Tuatha de danann)

Danand (Tuatha de danann)

Daoine Sidhe/ Daoine Eile/ Daoine Uaisle/ Na Uaisle

Daoine Maithe

Deiopea (nymph)

Dian Cécht (Tuatha de danann)

Divji Moz

Doamna Chiralina (Romanian)

Dökkálfar

Dzerassae

E Bukura e Dheut (Albanian)

Ecne (Tuatha de danann)

Echo (Oread)

Eggþér (jötunn)

El Apalpador

Elegast/Elbegast

Elf

Enceladus (giant)

Endeïs

Ephialtes (giant)

Erato (Muse)

Ériu (Tuatha de danann)

Ernmas (Tuatha de danann)

Etain (Tuatha de danann)

Ethniu (Tuatha de danann)

Ettin

Euryte (Greek)

Euterpe (Muse)

Euryalus (giant)

Eurydice (Auloniad)

Eurymedon (giant)

Eurytus (giant)

Fae/ Fada- Catalan)/ Faerie/ Faery/ Fairy/ Fee/ Fey/ Doñas de fuera/ Gente Menuda/ Sidheóg/ Slua Sí/ Túathgeinte

Fairy godmother

Fairy of Sweet Milk Lake (Mogarzea and his Son)

Fárbauti (jötunn)

Father Christmas

Fenodyree

Ferrishyn/ Sleih beggey

Fiacha mac Delbaíth (Tuatha de danann)

Finnish Bigfoot

Finvarra

Fjölvar (jötunn)

Flidais

Fódla (Tuatha de danann)

Fornjót (jötunn)

Frost Giant (Swiss)

Fuamnach (Tuatha de danann)

Galligantus

Gangr (jötunn)

Gargantua (Swiss)

Geirröðr (jötunn)

Gerðr (jötunn)

Germakoçi

Geryon (Greek)

Giant

Gigante

Gillingr (jötunn)

Gjálp (jötunn)

Gogmagog (giant)

Goibniu (Tuatha de danann)

Golden Hair

Goreu fab Custennin

Gration (giant)

Greip (jötunn)

Gríðr (jötunn)

Gruagach

Gruvrået

Gunnlöð (jötunn)

Gwendol Wrekin ap Shenkin ap Mynyddmawr

Gwyn ap Nudd

Gymir (father of Gerðr)

Gyre-carling

Habetrot

Haemyts

Hafgan

Hajnjeri (Albanian)

Hajotki

Hajun (Belarus)

Harðgreipr (jötunn)

Blemmyes/ Acephali/ Sternophthalmoi

Hecate

Hecaterides (Greek)

Hecaterus (Greek)

Hedley Kow

Hekaerge (Nymphai Hyperboreioi)

Helblindi (jötunn)

Helga (The Horse Gullfaxi and the Sword Gunnfoder)

Helga’s Father (The Horse Gullfaxi and the Sword Gunnfoder)

Helreginn (jötunn)

Herne The Hunter (Phantom Hunter- The Witch of Fife)

Hiid (Estonian)

Hippolytus (giant)

Hljod (jötunn)

Hopladamas (giant)

Hræsvelgr

Hrímgerðr (jötunn)

Hrímgrímnir (jötunn)

Hrímnir (jötunn)

Hrimthurs

Hroðr (jötunn)

Hrungnir (jötunn)

Hrymr (jötunn)

Hymir (jötunn)

Hyrrokkin (jötunn)

Huldufólk

Hvítálfar

Iði (jötunn)

Ileana Cosânzeana

Ingiborg (The Horse Gullfaxi and the Sword Gunnfoder)

Ingiborg’s Sisters (The Horse Gullfaxi and the Sword Gunnfoder)

Ím (jötunn)

Iynx (Greek/ Etruscan)

Ispolin (Bulgarian)

Ithome (Greek)

Iuchar (Son of Tuireann)

Iucharba (Son of Tuireann)

Jack-in-Irons

Járnsaxa (jötunn)

Jätte (jötunn)

Jatulit

Jentilak

Joulupukki

Joulumuori

Jötunn

Kalev/ Kalevin/ Kalevine/ Kalevine Poisikine/ Kalevipoiss

Katallani/ Syqenhenjeri (Albanian)

Keiju/ Keijukainen (Finnish)

Keshali (Romani)

Khmish (Nart)

Kizmida (Nart)

Korybantes

Koshera (Narts)

Krivapeta

La Fada Morgana (Catalan)

Laufey (jötunn)

Lauma/ Laumė (Lithuanian)

Leiger (Estonian)

Leikn (jötunn)

Lén (Tuatha de danann)

Leppalúði

Leshy

Liczyrzepa

Litr (jötunn)

Ljósálfar

Logi

Loki

Lord Halewijn

Luchtaine (Tuatha de danann)

Lugh (Tuatha de danann)

Mab/ Maeve/Medb/ Medb Lethderg 

Mac Cecht (Tuatha de danann)

Mac Cuill (Tuatha de danann)

Mac Gréine (Tuatha de danann)

Macha

Maltese Giants

British Man- Monkey 

Margot Fairies

Māte

Matuyá (Romani)

Melch Dick/ Melsh Dick

Melete (Muse)

Melpomene (Muse)

Mendeis (Greek)

Russian Menk

Menodice (Greek)

Merlin

Mese (Greek)

Meshe Adam/ Ağac Kişi (Azerbaijani)

Methone (Greek)

Miach (Tuatha de danann)

Midir (Tuatha de danann)

Mimas (giant)

Russian Mirygdy/ Mecheny

Mneme (Muse)

Mogarzea (Mogarzea and his Son)

Mögþrasir (jötunn)

Monopod/ Sciapod/ Skiapod/ Skiapode

Mouros

Morgan le Fay

Mukara (Nart)

Mukara’s wife (Nart)

Muses

Nagurashkho (Narts)

Napaeae (Greek nymph)

Narfi/ Nari

Narfi (father of Nótt)

Nart (Circassian)

Neit (Tuatha de danann)

Niamh

Nicnevin

Nuada Airgetlám

Nymph

Ogma

Ojáncanu

Olentzero

Olláparo

Olwen

Onagh

Ouph/ Ouphe

Orcolat

Oread

Óriások (Hungarian)

Pallas (giant)

Psabida (Nart)

Pataricu

Peikko (Finnish)

Pelzebock

Père Fouettard

Père Noël/ Papá Noel

Periboea (daughter of the Giant Eurymedon)

Perria (Albanian)

Picolous (giant)

Þjazi (jötunn)

Pkharmat

Plant Annwn

Polevoy

Pólnica

Poludnitsa

Polybotes (giant)

Polyhymnia (Muse)

Polyphemus

Porphyrion (giant)

Þrívaldi (jötunn)

Pronoe (nymph mother of the Trojan Lassus)

Þrúðgelmir (jötunn)

Þrymr (jötunn)

Pula Arena Fairies

Qaydukh (Nart)

Quayda (Nart)

Queen of the Dell- https://www.worldoftales.com/European_folktales/Welsh_folktale_12.html#gsc.tab=0 

Qulyabanı

Rebecks (giant)

Rhaion (giant)

Rhiannon

Rindr

Ruadán

Rübezahl

Saarevaht (Estonian)

Sadhbh, the Mother of Oisín

Saint Christopher

Samodiva

Sansuna (giantess)

Santa Claus

Sânziană

Satanaya/ Setenaya/Shatana (Nart)

Sebile

Seelie

Semystra (Greek)

Shauwai (Nart)

Sidhe

Sister (Elvehøj)

Skadi (jötunn)

Sökkmímir (jötunn)

Sosruko/ Soslan

Stallo (Sámi)

Stolemë / Stolemy

Sumarr

Šumske dekle

Suttungr

Suur Tõll (Estonian)

Syrdon

Tante Arie

Tanyushka

Tartalo

Tegid Foel

Télapó

Terpsichore (Muse)

T’Haghadlej (Nart)

Thalia (Muse)

The Beast of Tunbridge Wells

The Bella Mbriana (Italian)

The Carl of the Drab Coat

The Fairies of the Dell- https://www.worldoftales.com/European_folktales/Welsh_folktale_12.html#gsc.tab=0 

The Green Children

The Green Knight

The Good Neighbors

The King of Elfland (Childe Roland)

The Nameless Son (Nart)

The Mistress of the Copper Mountain/ The Malachite Maid

The Old People (Beloved Name Azovka)

The People of Peace

The People of Mag Mell (The Voyage of Bran)

The Phantom Hunters (Herne The Hunter, The Witch of Fife)

The Red Ettin

The Troll

The Troll's Daughter

The Yule Lads

Thoas (giant)

Thökk/ Þökk (jötunn)

Thunderdell/ Taranau (Welsh name)/ Thunderbore/ Thunderdale/ Thunderdel/ Thunderel/ Thundrel

Thurse

Three-Headed Giant (The Witch in the Stone Boat)

Tirgus Māte (Lithuanian)

Titania

Tlepsh

Tom Hickathrift/ Jack Hickathrift

Tuatha de Danaan (compare to Patupaiarehe/ Tūrehu/ Pakepakehā, Menehune, Mimis)

Tughuzhipsh (Narts)

Tündér/ Tündérek (Hungarian)

Tündér Ilona (Hungarian)

Tündér Maros

Tryamour

Tylwyth Teg

Uaisle na gcnoc

Ulfrún

Uon (Nart)

Urania (Muse)

Uriaș

Urisk/ Ùruisg

Uryzmaeg

Útgarða-Loki/ Utgard-Loki/ Utgardsloki/ Skrýmir

Vadleány

Vafþrúðnir

Ved (Croatian)

Veela/ Vila

Vegoia (Etruscan)

Víðblindi (jötunn)

Vilež

Vörnir (jötunn)

Vörsa (Komi)

Vosud (jötunn)

Warkhag (Nart)

Washtirji (Nart)

Wild Man/ Om Pelòs/ Om Salvàrech/ Òmm Selvadech/ Woodwose/ Zan De Rame

Wrnach the Giant

Ymir

Ysbaddaden

Zana/ Zana e malit

Zână

Zâna Zânelor (Romanian)

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Fairy Bloodlines: Do You Descend from a Celtic Fairy Queen?

posted by : kitty fields

While researching a customer’s ancestral goddess, I came across something intriguing. There was an Irish sept, the Corcu Loigde, that claimed descent from a Fairy Queen named Cliodhna. It turns out, my Irish ancestors were part of the sept and I am able to claim fairy blood! What’s even more amazing is that MOST people of Irish descent can claim a legendary hero, fairy, god, or goddess as their ancestor. In this article, I’m providing you a look at my research of the Irish clans and their descent from Fairy Queens. Check if YOUR Irish or Scottish ancestors’ names are on this list and find out if YOU were born in a fairy bloodline!

(Check out this article and compare your Irish surnames against a list of clans who claim gods and goddesses as ancestors!)

READ THIS FIRST: Check the variations of each of your surnames and compare to what I have listed here. You can Google your surnames and find the variations. Why is this important? There are multiple versions of most Irish surnames. For example, my ancestors’ last name was McNally. Variations of McNally include: MacNally, MacNall, and MacAnally, etc. This is not an all-inclusive list as there are thousands of Irish surnames that could literally take up a book.

1. Cliodhna: Celtic Fairy Queen and Goddess of Cork

I have to put Cliodhna at the top, as she’s been the inspiration and voice behind this project. If you have any of the following Irish surnames in your ancestry AND your ancestors came from Cork, Ireland, they are part of an ancient sept called the Corcu Loigde. And it means YOU are a grandchild of Cliodhna the Fairy Queen! Cliodhna is an ancient sovereignty goddess of what is now Cork, Ireland. She is a goddess of beauty, love, healing, dreams, music, and the Celtic Otherworld. She is also considered a fairy queen, witch and mermaid. Read all about Cliodhna and how to work with her here.

Do you have any of these Irish surnames from Cork in your ancestry? If so, you descend from Cliodhna!

Coffey

Flynn

O’Donovan

O’Driscoll

O’Leary

2. The Fairy Bloodlines of Queen Medb

Queen Medb is the queen of Conacht in the Ulster Cycle of Irish mythology. She started the infamous Cattle Raid of Cooley in her attempts to capture the kingdom of Ulster’s prized bull. Scholars believe she is a variation of a sovereignty goddess and may even be the war goddess The Morrigan. In later centuries, she became a Celtic Fairy Queen. This may be because of Shakespeare’s fairy Queen Mab character. To many modern pagans, Queen Medb is more than a mythical figure or queen, she is a warrior goddess and an ancestor to the following Irish clans.

Do you have any of these surnames in your Irish heritage? Then you descend from Queen Medb!

Ainnsin

Beglin

Calbrain

Ciaracan

Connick

Cronan

Curnin

Doonan

Dunnan

Finn

Finnigan

Foaley

Geoffrey

Herry

Jeffries

Kearon

Keegan

MacCogan

MacConkeel

MacEnhill

MacLeavy

MacMurrow

MacShaffrey

MacShane

Moraine

Moran

Morey

Mulhooley

Mullock

Murray

Murrow

O’Quinn

Sharry

Sullihan

Tarmey

Tormey

Woods

3. Fairy Bloodlines of Queen Una (Oonagh)

Another goddess of the Tuatha De Dannan who was demoted to Fairy Queen over the centuries is Una (sometimes spelled Oonagh or Oona). She’s a fairy queen of Munster and is a goddess of music, love, and fidelity. And she protects young animals and children. Queen Una lives under Knockshegowna in County Tipperary (also called the Fairy Mound of Una). She is the last queen of the Daoine Sidhe and the wife to the High Fairy King Finvarra.

Do your Irish ancestors have this name? If so, you’re a descendant of Una and part of an ancient fairy bloodline:

O’Carroll

4. Aine: Midsummer Fairy Queen and Ancestor

Aine is a Celtic Irish goddess of summer, sovereignty, animals, crops, fertility, Midsummer and the sun. She resides in County Limerick, where her sacred hill Knockaine is located. Yet her memory is preserved in many place-names throughout Ireland. Aine rides an otherworldly red mare and sometimes shifts forms and becomes the red mare. In some myths, Aine is married to or was impregnated by the King of Munster Ailil Aulom, and his descendants the septs of the Eoganachta, claim Aine as their ancestor. The Eoganachta was a dynasty originating in Southern Ireland, in the kingdom of Munster in Medieval Times.

These are the clans of the Eoganachta. Do You Have Irish ancestors with any of these clan names? If they originate in Southern Ireland, you have an even higher chance they delineate from the Eoganachta septs. Which means Aine is your Fairy Queen ancestor and you have fairy blood!

Connelly

Lynch

MacAnliffe

MacCarthy

MacGillycuddy

Morgan

O’Bogue

O’Cahalane

O’Callaghan

O’Cannifree

O’Connell

O’Cronin

O’Dennehy

O’Donnell

O’Donoghue

O’Dwyer

O’Feehan

O’Flahiffe

O’Flynn

O’Hea

O’Keefe

O’Kirby

O’Leary

O’Mahoney

O’Moriarty

O’Quirke

O’Sullivan

The Fairy Bridge of the MacLeod Clan – Isle of Skye

The MacLeod Scottish Clan’s Fairy Bloodline

The MacLeod clan from the Isle of Skye, Scotland, claims they have fairy blood. The story comes from a centuries-old relic the family still has in their possession – the Fairy Flag. Legend says the flag was given to the MacLeod clan by a fairy woman who had married a MacLeod chief. She was married to him for twenty years and was forced to leave him and return to the Otherworld. The fairy woman said goodbye to the chief on the fairy bridge and gave him the flag. She told him to wave the flag whenever they were in dire need of help and it would be granted three times.

If you have the MacLeod last name or it’s in your family tree, you can claim fairy blood. Unfortunately, we don’t know enough about this fairy woman to provide a name or anything else. But the clan claims they descend from her. Learn more about the fairy flag of Dunvegan here.

You Have Fairy Blood…Now What?

Maybe you realized you’re part of a fairy bloodline. But now you’re wondering what to do with this information? It’s up to you what you do with the information. I’m not saying anyone is necessarily a fairy or that your ancestor was a fairy, I’m saying that these clans claimed it. This is similar to how the Egyptian pharaohs claimed to be gods or descend from the gods. It gave people status and probably fueled their religious rites and beliefs. Aside from telling people your ancestor was a fairy, consider working with your ancestor in your spiritual or magical practice. Research and study their lore and history. Set up an altar space. Provide offerings. Ask your ancestor to send you messages in your dreams and life. Immerse yourself in Irish Celtic culture.

Why Are There Only Irish and Scottish Surnames Here?

Unfortunately, if you don’t have Irish or Scottish ancestors, you might be wondering where the other names are. I wish I could find the same information for ALL cultures and heritages, but it doesn’t exist at this magnitude. Ireland had a Renaissance right before the Viking Age in which their clergy (who could read and write) began documenting Irish folklore, mythology, and history. Geneaology including names and locations of septs and clans was recorded, and we are lucky to have this information still today. While I can’t supply you with other European fairy bloodlines, I can help you find out more about your magical and pagan ancestors. Read the links below to learn more!

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Muses

Biblical and Mythical

Asherah 

Michael

Lucifer

Raphael

Haniel

Amitiel

Abaddon

Remiel

Paimon

Phenex

Solas

Gemory

Seire

Vepar

Vínea 

Rosier

Aphrodite

Hebe

Hestia

Persephone

Makaria

Harmonia

Khione

Apollo

Hermes

Arachne

Lupa

Laverna

Finvarra

Clíodhna

Aoibheall

Fantasy

Daenerys Targaryen

Rhaella Targaryen

Cersei Lannister

Genna Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Arianne Martell

Jeyne Westerling

Melisandre

Elaena Perzonys

Wynafryd Manderly

Dacey Mormont

Darlessa Tully

Lyanna Stark

Gwenys Snow

Ravenna Bolton

Argella Baratheon (Durrandon)

Maris Baratheon

Thalassa Blackfyre

Bellegere Otherys

Baela Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Laena Velaryon

Laerissa Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

Alys Rivers

Barba Bolton

Saera Targaryen

Alysanne Targaryen

Rohanne Webber

Isabela of Rivain

Morrigan of the Wilds

Supernatural Genre

Dara Winchester

Emma Winchester

Meg Masters

Claire Novak

Rowena Macleod

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hope Mikaelson

Josie Saltzman

Davina Claire

Rosalie Hale

Esme Cullen

Edythe Masen

Rose Hathaway

Sydney Sage

Defne Mazur

Kate Fuller

Santanico Pandemonium

Winnie St. Hollow

Annis Hope

Daci Ambrose

Bella Dawn Franklin

Hana Pierce

Mona Hayes Jensen

Nari Rhee

Stefania Corsetti

Xiomara Luna-Corsetti

Vylnessa

Libby Morgenstern

Rhea Stellamaris

Sylva

Sci-Fi

Leia Organa

Nyssa Skywalker

Brielle Fenmar

Syren

Jade Caxis

Rayali Coursti

Fairytale-esque

Evie Grimhilde

Maren Hook

Audrey Rose

Allegra Rose

Léonie Legume

Gabrielle de Bourbon

Nafesa al Kubra

Lumi Dwergaz

Calla Stahlbaum

Thea Mousai

Clara Stahlbaum

Comics

Kara Kent

Diana Prince

Harley Quinn

Artemis Crock

M'gann M'orzz

Lena Luthor

Mazikeen

Darmaris Morningstar

Stella Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Becca Barnes-Romanoff

Pepper Potts

Shuri Udaku

Medea Harkness

The God Tempest

Layla El Faouly

Allison Hargreeves

Sloane Hargreeves

Lien Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Andromache the Scythian

Horror

Theo Crain | Canon ; Kate Siegel ; 36 in the show, currently 42 ; Lesbian ; Cis Woman, She/Her | Middle sibling in the Crain clan, Theo was always... more sensitive to certain things than her siblings were, and that sensitivity only heightened during their stay at Hill House in the summer of 1992, where she and her four siblings were left traumatized by the sudden death of their mother Olivia. As an adult, Theo obtained her phD with royalties from her brother Steven's books, and now works with children.

Nell Crain | Canon-ish ; Victoria Pedretti ; 32 in the show, currently 38 in aus ; Bisexual ; Cis Woman, She/Her | Youngest of the Crain clan, Nell had been a happy child until that fateful summer of '92, plagued thereafter of dreams of a Bent-Neck Lady, not knowing until it was too late who she was.

Jennifer Check | Canon Divergent ; Shay Mitchell ; 16 in the movie, 31 currently ; Bisexual with a fem lean ; Cis Woman, She/Her | Satanic sacrifice by your favorite boy band is sooo not a good way to die, but luckily Jennifer lied about being a virgin when Nikolai Wolf asked. Not so luckily, the ritual used turns any non virgins sacrificed into demons, feeding off of fear and flesh to maintain their vitality, much like a twisted succubus. After boys began to go missing, Jennifer’s best friend researched what could have happened to her that fateful night, eventually taking action against her. Somehow, Jennifer survived Needy’s attempt, and fled Devil’s Kettle, where she opted to find more… deserving prey.

Love Quinn

Elysia Campos

Crime

Jessica Whitly

Ainsley Whitly

Odalys Capello

Aston Capello

Ronnie Teller-Morrow