#gnome king kyrië

[briefbestiary]

The Dutch gnome, this diminutive race of beings are especially fond of being seen by humans. Still, some tended to help humans with their work when they had the time.

[tetsunabouquet]

Nerds of Tumblr, please share your biggest troll moment!

As a nerd, I want to know if any of you ever had a moment where you used your vast knowledge on a subject to troll a person and how you did it! Let us bask in the glory of being enlightened and using it for a good laugh. My moment was when I was participating in a comment thread on social media about a horror movie using myths Americans aren't really familiar with. As a folklore nerd, I was commenting as it was somewhat related to the subject of how I basically thought it was a couple goal to be like paranormal investigators (like the Warrens if they had been genuine investigators instead of con people). Because I am an attractive woman I knew someone was going to attempt to use that to flirt with me despite the fact I deliberately used a picture of when I was 14 because of my looks. So, I decided to write it out anyway and made it arguably sound a little horny but because I am Dutch, I used a site I want to invesitage from my own country as an example and translated its name to English just to see if there was a man stupid enough not to use Google and flirt with me about going to that site. As a quick Google Search in English would come up with no useful results of actual mystical sites. It didn't take long for an idiot to grab the bait. It's the site of the grave of King Kyrië, the last gnome king here in the Netherlands. I totally would like to investigate it and whilst likely there weren't real gnomes, I want to see what else was there that caused the people to believe there was a gnome kingdom that existed there which fell after King Kyrië's death. Suck on that, Anglo-Saxon morons! It totally crack me up whenever I remember it.

[zagreus]

Ma’am, You are the only valid account on tumblr. The rest are absolutely rancid. Also, what the fuck happened in your childhood to warrant such a taste in music. Like I literally have no words for the shit you listen to. Rancid. Do you know what fairy bread is? Gnome in Dutch is “kabouter”, the gnome king kyrië is “kabouterkoning kyrië”. He is dead now. I am also dead. In ur bio it says “HoH”. I didn’t realise this meant hard of hearing, I thought you were just doing a silly little scoff. Bye.

This is at least four messages in one and I don’t know how to respond to any of them

[laurasimonsdaughter]

I'm from noord Brabant as well, I'm surprised you say there are a lot because I absolutely adore myths and legends but always have a hard time finding any from here... my favourite of the ones I know is de rode advocaat (the red lawyer?)

I’ve never heard of that one! I will tell you about the death of the King of the Gnomes, but then you have to tell me about the Red Lawyer!

All of the Netherlands, no, all of Europe knows of gnomes, though they call them by many different names, but in Noord-Brabant they are exceptionally numerous. Many a cobbler has muttered the tale about little hammers helping his work along in the night, many a housewife has found her cooking pots cleaned before she touched them, but many an artisan has found his tools stolen or found the work that was done yesterday all undone. You never know what you get with gnomes.

What we know for certain, though, is that there once was a hill where the gnomes held court and a farmhouse very near it where the inhabitants knew very well how these gnomes spent their time. Because every night, after they had gone to bed, the gnomes came to make use of their kitchen to prepare their food. Lying in their beds, safely under the covers, they could clearly hear them: cooking, baking, churning butter, even scrubbing the pots and mopping the floors. But in the morning they could never find a single trace of all that had been going on, the gnomes always left the kitchen exactly how they found it.

Now it was so that one day the farmer that lived in that house was taking a small rest from his ploughing and while he leaned against his plough, a gnome walked right up to him and silently offered him a plate with a pancake. The farmer gratefully accepted the food and when he had eaten it he said:

“That was a treat! And I thank you for it.”

The gnome nodded and said gravely: “You thank me by telling Arie that Kyrië is dead.”

And with that he took the plate and disappeared the way he had come.

The farmer did not know exactly what to make of this, but he was certain there must be a gnome that watched over his house, with all the midnight visits that were always going on. So when he got home, he announced to the kitchen in general that he was tasked to inform that Kyrië was dead.

No sooner had he said this or the gnome, who had been hiding invisibly under the table, cried out: “Oh woe! Is Kyrië dead?!”

From that moment on, for days on end, the farmer and his family saw sad, mourning gnomes walk slowly to and from their hill, sighing and crying that Kyrië, their leader and noblest of the gnomes, had died.

Soon after this they left their hill and to this day they have never returned.

[roseblings-moved]

Hi i think your Shrub art piece is really good i love the design you gave her!

THANK YOOUUU i wasnt sure how to feel about it this helps :heart: the design is actually inspired by another shrub design i saw where his hair covered his eyes and scandinavian gnome models, where theyre sometimes depicted as having hats that cover their face. the idea of him having a cape comes from a figure from dutch folklore, the gnome king kyrië ^.^

[recursive-occlusion]

[I just finished the book Among the Gnomes: An Occult Tale of Adventure in the Untersberg (1895) by Franz Hartmann, which has radically altered my conception of Gnomes. I'll still be incorporating aspects of the previous Gnomes I've drawn into other classes and types of Gnomes though.]

Gnomes are spirits of rocks and the Earth first discovered by Paracelsus. There are several classes of Gnomes, the highest being the Sagani.

"There were also the Sagani, and they were the cleverest of all. They were tall and well-formed, resembling the human shape in stature and form whenever they assumed a body. They were from three to five feet high, but they had the power to elongate themselves from the normal size up to a length of twenty-five feet and more. Their principal occupation was to construct the astral models of plants after a certain type for each species, which they did by the power of their imagination (I have no other suitable word); and here I beg to add in parenthesis that, according to my observation among the gnomes, every plant, stone, or tree upon the Untersberg, has its "Leffas," as it is called by the gnomes, or astral type within the astral body of that mountain; each being in some way I am unable to explain, connected to the physical part of the corresponding organism; so that the physical and (to us) visible product was always the exact image and corporeal representation of its ethereal progenitor and counterpart that is invisible to us but visible to the gnomes.

All the gnomes could at all times and at their own pleasure live in their ethereal states without any definite form, comparable to air or clouds or mists; or they could by an effort of will assume material and corporeal forms, each one according to his or her innate qualities. In their ethereal shape they could travel at the velocity of a thought, and could penetrate through solid rocks like current of electricity passing through a bar of iron; but in their corporeal state their locomotion was comparatively slow, and the atmospheric air, not being their own element, caused great obstacles to their locomotion. For the purposes of passing through air, they had to employ cutting and blasting and other methods methods similar to those which we use for tunneling rocks.

It is believed by some people that when our bodies are asleep, our spirits are free to roam consciously through space, and experience things which we do not remember when we awake, but which appear to us at best as a dream. Something similar was the case with the gnomes. In their ethereal states they were individual powers, as distinct from each other as electricity from light, or heat from sound, and as such were in possession of consciousness and perception of a spiritual kind, and capable of remembering all they had experienced which condensed into a corporeal form. But whenever they assumed corporeal bodies, they had no distinct recollection of what they had been doing while in a state of dissolution, and this was explained to me by the fact that while in their ethereal state their brains were not solidified enough to register and retain the impressions which they received, but the higher impressions which they received while in their corporeal forms they remembered also in their ethereal state, and whenever a gnome entered into the ethereal state he knew all that he had been doing in the state before. Moreover, there was a state in which they lived in a semi-corporeal and semi-ethereal condition, and this was when they had not fully dissolved their forms, but merely assumed the shape of a globe of light.

From all this it will appear that it is as difficult for a gnome to penetrate into our world as it is for us to penetrate into theirs, and even, as it often may happen, a gnome, while in his incorporeal form, visits mankind, he will not remember anything about it when he returns, or it will appear to him like a dream, and this may be the reason that our world has gained the reputation among the gnomes as being a dreamland, and nothing more. It may be a dreamland to them as theirs is to us. But they appear to me to live and exist within their own sphere as much as we do in ours. As to the rest, they were born, ate, drank, slept, married, and evaporated after death.

Each family and each tribe of gnomes had its own head and leaders, whom they implicitly obeyed, without even knowing the possibility of disobedience, because they were not given to arguing, and all were ruled by Bimbam I. The administration of the kingdom was very simple; there were no taxes to pay, and everyone had what he wanted, because nobody wanted more than he had. The king took whatever he needed, and never more than he cared to have. Custom-house duties, monopolies, privileges, and corporation nuisances were entirely unknown, and there was no newspaper to disseminate gossip, cause dissensions  and ruin characters for the sake of getting up a sensation. There were no shams. The nobility consisted of gnomes that were truly noble, and not merely pretended to be so; the doctors actually knew something, and did not merely make believe that they were in possession of knowledge  the goodness of the good could be estimated by the amount of light that radiated from their stars, and their character was indicated by the colour of the star. Consequently each individual sphere of light slowly changed when a new emotion or virtue grew in a gnome. Anger made them red, love blue, intelligence yellow, sensuality green, wisdom violet, and so forth."

Their glow emanates from the jewel or "star" on their foreheads, and it wraps around them, illuminating all directions around them. However, their glow can become dull and even put out if they become too contaminated with human values of logic and reason. This can also warp and deform their features. This is presumably what happened the the "Nomes" of Oz.

Bimbam I., mentioned in the passage above, was merely the ruler of the Gnomes of the Untersberg mountain range. Other Gnome rulers -  living or dead - are Pypo, Kyrië, Ghob, and the unnamed Nome King of Oz. They have strongholds all over the Earth, including the Huthleth Mountains in the Lands of Romance.

Female Gnomes are known as Gnomides, Gnomids, or Gnomesses.

[bigenderteruki]

Actually its 5 messages

Ma’am, You are the only valid account on tumblr. The rest are absolutely rancid.

Also, what the fuck happened in your childhood to warrant such a taste in music. Like I literally have no words for the shit you listen to. Rancid.

Do you know what fairy bread is?

Gnome in Dutch is “kabouter”, the gnome king kyrië is “kabouterkoning kyrië”. He is dead now. I am also dead.

In ur bio it says “HoH”. I didn’t realise this meant hard of hearing, I thought you were just doing a silly little scoff. Bye.

Ma’am, You are the only valid account on tumblr. The rest are absolutely rancid. Also, what the fuck happened in your childhood to warrant such a taste in music. Like I literally have no words for the shit you listen to. Rancid. Do you know what fairy bread is? Gnome in Dutch is “kabouter”, the gnome king kyrië is “kabouterkoning kyrië”. He is dead now. I am also dead. In ur bio it says “HoH”. I didn’t realise this meant hard of hearing, I thought you were just doing a silly little scoff. Bye.

This is at least four messages in one and I don’t know how to respond to any of them