#green the flyt

[mal-ruben]

RAHHHH GREEN LOOKS DUMB BECAUSE I HEADCANON HER AS LOOKIN DUMB AND TOTS NOT BECAUSE I CANT DRAW DINOS

[tinydefector]

Klik Away pt 2

Did I just binge write this before bed yes I did, becuase I may slowly Turning into a prowl simp.

Prowl x human reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: forced proximity, swearing.

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 Small eyes slowly flicker open in the large, minimalists room. The deep purr resonating from prowls chassis in low rumbles that shutters their whole body. They gaze meets with Prowl's chassis, slowly look around in the quiet room only to shout as the flyt chirps beside their head, leaning down to get a look at them. It makes the human panic and try to bolt from Prowl's side. 

Prowl onlines with an irritated rumble as the human bolted upright shrieking, panicked flailing waking him at the uncontrolled movement. Optics flashing in annoyance, Prowl sat up quickly to swat the flyt away with a massive servo.

"Cease that infuriating racket," he snarled, engine growling. Green buzzed around them, chittering unhelpfully, making thrilling noises as the flyt knocks things off a bench before landing up on one of the window ledges where Green makes a Shrieking noise. Prowl swatted at the flyt. "Silence, you insufferable pest! i'm rechargeing, now cease your squawking."

His field pulsed in agitation, systems still booting up as he comes around to consciousness fully. Prowl glared down at the thrashing human, servo unyielding despite fragile construction. 

"Settle," he ordered gruffly. Recharge-added processor lacked patience for hysterics this early in the cycle. As Green finally subsided, Prowl watches the human, his optics focus in on their breathing. 

"What is that thing?" they whisper while pressing closer to his hull, back pressed against him as they pull the cloth closer, their eyes linger on the flyt that glares down at them. 

Prowl cycled an irritated ventilation at the pathetic display, engine rumbling low. "That 'thing' is my pet, Green," he replied curtly, optics lingering on the flyt as he grumbles in annoyance. His optics move from Green to meet the trembling organic pressed against his plating. 

"She is not harmful, merely curious." Why did he allow the human to curl closer, relying on his frame for security against a mere flyt, Yet...he found no compelling reason to move, systems adjusting to the softer form pressed against him, Prowl found that he didn't quite mind it but would never admit that. 

Green lets out another collection of nosies, but gentler this time. Prowl shot the flyt a glare. “Green Out” he snaps and the flyt does as he's told. Prowl's engine idled in a deepened rumble. 

"It's not going to eat me?" They ask slightly worried, over the flyt. Prowl rumbles in slight amusement. A reluctant chuckle rumbled from Prowl's engine housing at the absurd suggestion. "No she won't, she enjoys her food enough" he clarified, a hint of condescension entering his tone. 

“She mainly eats skitter or larger bugs she's no threat. Less you irritate me" His field pulsed contently. armor clamping unconsciously protectively around the tiny form. Green flys back over, alighting delicately on Prowl's extended arm to chirp inquisitively at the human.

Prowl made a derisive noise. "Yes I know they are in your spot, you will have to deal with it" he rumbles softly to his pet who seems rather disgruntled over her spot being taken. 

It seemed Cybertronians cared for little aliens. Yet this one relied on him, and Prowl had Green for a while now. His engine rumbled ponderously as Green nuzzled tiny plating.

Green takes off again scuttling thought the apartment knocking over something else which makes Prowl growl out at her again. 

The two lay there stifle beside each other before Prowl decides it's time to get up. His joints creak and pop as he moves off the berth. Leaving the human there curled up as he goes about the apartment.

Prowl's joints ache in protest as he rose from the berth.

The human remained curled amid his mesh cloth, Leaving them be, Prowl proceeded through his habitual morning defrag and systems checks, Green buzzing around him before she returns to his berth. 

The flyt chips and goos at the human in her spot before she decides they would make a rather comfortable pillow. Curling around them, her wings flutter out as she settles against them. 

Small hands come up to scratch the dragon like pet, a small smile crosses their lips as they begin patting her like she was an oversized dog. “Who's a good girl, yes you are you are” they coo at Green as she preens in delight at the attention given to her. 

His hab suite gleamed pristine as ever despite this unwelcome guest marring perfection. Prowl did not understand the strange fluctuations plaguing his routines since acquiring the human.

Prowl moves into what could be called a kitchen, grabbing a cube of energon, he tops up Green's food which has the flyt scurring out for fresh food. 

He makes his way over to his data pad as he starts typing away on more reports when his optics catch a glimpse of them, they are standing in the hallway, how they got there he has no clue, but he watches them as they look around curiously. The mesh cloth is wrapped around them, bare feet pad across the metal floor. 

Prowl's fingers froze in mid-report, sensors drawn inexplicably to movement in his hab suite entrance. "Do not touch anything in my hab," he called out evenly, they turned toward him with large eyes, an alien visage stirring strange sensations in Prowl's processors. 

" without asking," he continued, tone measured where before frustration leaked through. "Your tiny servos could damage equipment, and I will not suffer disruption." His words held no heat, merely statements of fact. 

“you think i can damage stuff, you have a mini dragon who throws things” they shoot back. Prowl shoots them a glare before continuing his reports. 

Illogical. Alien. Intrusive little thing. 

They do as they are told not touching anything, they pull the cloth they had now claimed as their blanket around their form more as they slowly make their way towards him. "Can you lift me onto the table?" The ask softly.

Prowl stared down at the tiny human swathed in fibre mesh, the polishing cloth he had left on the table. “Very well," he agreed after a klik, modulating his field to soothe as massive servos carefully encircled them. Their fearlessness intrigued Prowl to no end as he lifted and deposited it gently atop his workspace.

"Remain still. I would not endanger you through haste or inattention," Prowl rumbled, settling back into analysis of security updates while one digit lazily spun circles around the tiny human, as captivated by its presence as it was by observing him.

Green makes her way over to the human flooping down on them as she cuddles into them, it nearly makes Prowl jealous seeing his pet taking to the human. “Traitor” he mumbles under his breath. 

They sit there watching him type away despite not knowing anything on the data pad. "What are you doing?" They ask this time, their hands scratch over Green's scales as the flyt rolls around enjoying the scratches. 

Prowl cycled a ventilation, reining in irritation at the interruption as he explained patiently, "I am reviewing security protocols and updating patrol schedules in the wake of recent events" He spoke more slowly than normal, modulating semantics for organic linguistic comprehension. "My task is to track down the traffickers, you werent the only illicit ‘goods’ they were smuggling and trying to sell, so now i need to review records" Prowl continued, turning the datapad to display glyphs, colors and schematics meaningless to the tiny being. 

"Can you understand any of this." His tone held not unkindness, the human shakes their head. Still, patience remained, digits type as Prowl sorts throught files, enjoying strange sensations of teaching another. For now, differences faded behind growing fascination with all things alien.

They shoot him a look. "So your like an alien space robo cop or something?" They ask as they continue watching him.

A surprised chuckle rumbled in Prowl's chassis at the creative interpretation. "In essence, yes," he replied, doorwings twitching amusement that such a primitive mind could comprehend his function, however crudely. 

"I spearhead security and enforcement for this district." His optics gleamed fondly down at both the human and Green. "In your terms, I suppose 'space robo cop' adequately translates my designation, despite lacking nuance." Amusement continued lacing his rumble, bemused by bizarre scenarios that brought an alien under his guard. 

 "So that's why your such a stuck up prick when grumpy, you need to drink some coffee" they giggle and it earns them a glare from him, he can tell they are trying to make him bite back but he's not going to fall for the bait this time.

Prowl cycled an irritated ventilation at the organic's impudent remarks, frame bristling with restrained offence. His engine revved a growl on the verge of rebuking tongue before biting it back harshly.

"Watch it petro-rabbit," he retorted icily, digits flicking them lightly. reflexively before easing at the tiny form's lack of fear. He pulls them closer to his chassis so he knows where they are, Green follows suit wanting cuddles from the human. 

"I require no 'coffee' to perform my duties with utmost skill and precision," Prowl continued, modulating the field carefully despite provoked ire. “christ Copbot chill out it was a joke” they state before settling back into watching him work. 

Prowl is rather content right in that moment, perhaps.. just perhaps he would let the human stick around, only because Green liked their company. 

[beemochi-art]

Omg prow has his lil Flyt in your au I’m so happy!!!

(I don’t know what a Flyt is…. BUT IMMA ASSUME U ARE TALKING ABOUT GREEN.)

YES! In forte-verse he does! Green gets away with most things. Just not eating Prowl’s husband.

[wyrm-with-a-why]

for requests, if you still want them, maybe Prowl with Green?

I am so obsessed over prowl having a pet pterodactyl and naming her green because she’s fucking green. I was so happy to draw this I love prowl and his pet flyt so much thank you for requesting :33333

Love getting requests🩷🩷

[transingthoseformers]

I'm not the anon who does the Prowl is unicron's spawn verse but may I add a suggestion that Green the flyt as Prowl's summon or familiar he accidentally conjured one day. Like he didn't know he conjured her, it's just all of sudden he feels tired and there's this flyt that keeps following him around until he adopts her.

Green is spicy towards anyone not Prowl and she's basically a cat that can fly. Possibly organic as cybertronians have phobias of organics. She create so much chaos unless Prowl is around and all of a sudden she is a perfect little angel who doesn't do anything wrong.

Mechs are crying since their paint jobs are scratched to hell and something organic and squishy is stuck between their seams. Green is humming a little happy tune in the background because the mechs were idiots who couldn't follow instructions even if Primus himself said jump.

in general green is adorable, this is adorable

[drakternfl2]

Quarterback Aaron Rodgers tar en stor avgjørelse

De to mest klassiske nr. 12-NFL Drakter i NFL har forsvunnet. Dette nummeret inneholder troen til for mange fans. Siden quarterback Tom Brady forlot New England Patriots, har ikke lagets rekord de siste årene vært god. Nå har quarterback Aaron Rodgers tatt den største avgjørelsen i karrieren, ved å velge å bli med New York Jets.

Green Bay Packers-fans så nyheten om quarterbackens flytting til New York Jets igjen. Første gang så de rapporter om quarterback Brett Favre som flyttet til New York Jets, og andre gang så de rapporter om quarterback Aaron Rodgers som flyttet til New York Jets. I videoen rapportert av media, hadde quarterback Aaron Rodgers allerede skiftet New York Jets Drakter, og så tok han på seg en hatt med samme lagnavn. Dette er slutten på de største overgangsnyhetene fra NFL offseason, og den er fortsatt fullført før draften. Mange fans ville trodd at den legendariske quarterbacken Tom Brady ville kunngjøre sin pensjonisttilværelse med New England Patriots, men det vil ikke skje etter overgangen til Tampa Bay Buccaneers i 2020. Til slutt kunngjorde Tom Brady at han sluttet med Tampa Bay Buccaneers. , og han oppfylte ikke ønsket om å trekke seg tilbake med New England Patriots.

Quarterback Aaron Rodgers kunne heller ikke komme til Green Bay Packers for å kunngjøre at han sluttet, han vil spille for New York Jets neste sesong. Green Bay Packers' signeringer i offseason oppfylte fortsatt ikke Aaron Rodgers' krav, så han gikk med på å bli byttet av laget. Overføringen av Aaron Rodgers ga Green Bay Packers endelig verdi, og han og hans tidligere lag har vært rivaler siden den gang. Og Aaron Rodgers valgte nr. 8 for å starte igjen i New York Jets. Han takket også lagstjernen for å ha godtatt hans vilje til å bruke nr. 12.

[pomelicco]

Merry Christmas!

[artsy-hobbitses]

Looky, Prowl is smiling!! Maybe you can give us another smiling Prowl? If not, it's all good! Your artwork is just delicious af to consume

He still a while away from open-mouth smiles, but he does know how to smile these days! They’re mostly reserved for Jazz and their furkid Esmeralda/’Esme’ though (Her name is a callback to Prowl’s pet Flyt ‘Green’ in IDW 2019. He did want to call her Green initially because of her eye colour, and Jazz didn’t brush off the suggestion as unimaginative, but offered some different names that also meant green, since it was the first time he saw Prowl interested in something outside of missions/paperwork). 

His watch is a gift from Jazz and is pretty much the first thing has—-which is not considered ‘essential’ ie workclothes, toiletries, etc—- that is truly his. 

[dirtydragonthoughts]

Rise of the Decepticons: Swindle's (IDW2 Issue 20 Review)

Pitch: If you're looking for something in Cybertron's black market, your best bet is almost inevitably Swindle's, an illegal den of contraband energon, skitter racing, and more. It's great for those looking for a way to get their hands on weapons and supplies, and greater still for the Security Operatives who know what's going on and are about to start a raid...

Review

Last issue I was hoping for something a little more character-focused. This issue sort of gave us that, by pretty much sticking with happenings occurring around Prowl for the whole story. I really did appreciate that, and it felt like a much more cohesive issue than the last one.

Also, there was a lot of action, so that helped a ton!

The issue starts with Prowl bemoaning all of Security's (and his own) failures to prevent people from getting hurt or killed. To that end, he and Nightbeat take steps to secure a Rise member for questioning. Of course, the Risers aren't going to go quietly, so there is a lot of action in this issue!

This issue also presented a bit of a controversy when it came out, specifically because of Prowl's interrogation tactics (mirroring police brutality that was in the news when this issue came out) and because of some of the signs in a crowd scene. TFWiki has a rundown of the responses from Ruckley, Malkova, and Mariotte, but basically: no direct parallels to George Floyd's murder were intended in the writing or art, and the issue had been ready for print months before the protests happened.

That aside, I think it was a good, focused issue that gave us a beginning, middle and end. This is something that I think has been missing from lots of the mainline issues.

There's a ton of world building stuff in this issue, so let's get started!

Favourite Panel

Prowl chilling, watching TV with his pet on his shoulder, was everything I needed.

Culture

Cybertron has its own version of tabloid journalism in the form of Andromeda. I could practically hear her fast-patter voice when I read her dialogue.

When Prowl greets Nightbeat we get another palm-press. I love this detail and I will continue to point it out.

In a great page halfway through the issue, we get a full view of Swindle's skitter-racing track, which seems to be a lot like dog racing. Skitters (little rodent-y creatures) are released to race along a track, and people can bet on which one will win. There's an implication that this isn't completely legal.

Definitely described as not legal are the "sealed multiworld" simulations. (We see an example of one in another issue, but it's basically your own personal virtual reality game.)

Again, we see lots of examples of graffiti, both on city walls (where it's political statements) and inside Swindle's (where it's things like 'Vortex Rulez.')

Planet

Green (Prowl has absolutely zero imagination when it comes to naming pets) the flyt was hatched from an egg that was hanging from Leviathan. Apparently that's a regular thing.

Also, the fact that Prowl paid for a pet tickles me. He's not all hardened meanness.

Physiology

Intoxicants mentioned in this issue include engex, k-juice, syk, and nucleon. It's interesting that nucleon was also the fuel that will end up mode-locking you if you consume too much of it.

Just like Road Rage, Bumper isn't a fan of using internal comms. In fact, as soon as things start happening he switches to speaking out loud, which might be what gives him away to the Rise.

Prowl explains Mindwipe's mind control ability as "data-loaded pan-spectral light pulses." Interesting! All you have to do is look into his eyes and he can make you do things. Swindle must be aware of this, because he's very careful not to look directly at Mindwipe.

Politics and History

Prowl and Nightbeat were colleagues in Praxus before coming to Iacon.

Hound is incredibly dismissive of Sideswipe's wish to be part of his team. It's been established that Hound was a solider in the War for the Threefold Spark, while Sideswipe was forged after the war. Hound's point of "the ones who go chasing for the hottest part of the fight aren't always the ones who do best when they do find it" will prove to be prophetic. (Yes, spoilers.)

Final Thoughts

I liked the focus on one story line in this issue; I really wish we'd seen more of that through the series. A series of flashbacks showed other things that were happening around Cybertron, and gave a sense to the escalating tensions. There is a lot going on, but using that technique let you see the escalation without having to be there for every single incident.

Overall, a solid issue!

👍

[tinydefector]

Klik Away 4

Prowl x human

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing

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Sorry for such a long break between updates was meant to edit this then had meetings that got postponed along of phone calls and now energy, alot of updates will be slow until probably mid June due to so much happening in real life atm.

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 "What's in there?" They inquire while watching Prowl with a large boxes of who knows what. Prowl glances at them with an expression of mild annoyance, his optics narrowing slightly. He continues to open the crates.  "That, is none of your concern," he replies curtly, his voice laced with a cold and snarky tone. He carefully unpacks various items from the crates, strategically placing them around the room. 

Their eyebrow remain raised. Prowl meets their gaze briefly before returning his attention to his task. "Gess God you're a prick today, and I thought we were becoming friends, I see you can't wait to get rid of me" they huff out. "At least green likes me, don't you girl, you're the best flyt aren't you" they coo to the flyt.

"Friendship is not a priority," Prowl states matter of factly, his voice still carrying a hint of snark. He turns to watch as they play with his pet. "Then what is your priority? One moment you're taking me out to the markets and then you're snarling at me for standing on the bench, The bench you placed me on!" They state back frustrated at him. 

Prowl goes to snarl back but holds himself from arguing, he knows he's become even more foul but he found it easier than dealing with his own feelings at that moment. “if you don't like it then get down” he states, not even looking at them. 

"Why are you such a fuckin asshole" They hiss before turning their back to him.  If he wanted to be an ass they were going to give him the silent treatment. 

Prowl doesn't know how to put his feelings into words, he doesn't want to let them go but he can't get anymore attached to them they couldn't stay with him forever, and in his processor it was easier to push them away than trying to talk things out. They yelp as he grabs them by the waist holding their smaller form, His optics meet theirs, a mix of conflict and longing evident within them. For a moment, Prowl's stoic facade cracks, his cold and snarky demeanour momentarily forgotten. He presses his helm gently against their forehead, cupping the side of their face, allowing his actions to speak volumes where words fail him.

They blink slowly as they lean into the touch. "What are you doing?" They ask, eyes lingering on his pretty optics, they don't understand the gesture but still lean into it. But as quickly as the moment arrives, Prowl's walls resurface, his grip on the human loosening. He pulls back, his expression once again returning to its usual stoicism.

“Forget about it” he says as he goes to put them back down on the bench. 

Prowl's optics flicker with a mix of frustration and longing as he realises that they don't understand the significance of his gesture."Just forgot about it, it was stupid" he says, his voice distant and guarded. His attempt at initiation courtship, a rare vulnerability for him, seems to have gone unnoticed. causing him to pull away and maintain his distance. "It seems I have misinterpreted the situation." He grumbles to himself as he moves to walk away and retreat. 

"Prowl wait!" They call out trying to grab onto any part of him they can. Prowl hesitates at the sound of their voice, his steps faltering slightly. He turns his helm to glance back at them, his optics searing into them. Reluctantly, he pauses, his posture tense as he waits for them to speak. 

"What is it?" he asks, his tone guarded but softened ever so slightly. His optics linger on their eyes.

"You do remember I'm human right, did you take a moment to think I might not know what you did?" they state while motioning between them both. They cross their arms over their chest as they watch him. “So please explain, instead of sulking and becoming even grumpier, communicate please!”. It makes Prowl stiffen and his optics go wide for a moment. 

"I... apologise," Prowl admits, his voice softer than before. He takes a step closer, his posture less rigid. Prowl takes a moment to collect his thoughts, his optics focused on them. He slowly wraps his servos around them again pulling them back up to face level. His thumb comes back up to their face. His optics hold an almost sad light to them and in that moment they have a decent enough idea to understand what's going on. 

“Prowl, look, we are going to have to work on this because each time you get grumpy and angry for no reason isn't going to work" they state while gripping his thumb as they lean into it. “please talk to me” he stays silent and it makes them sigh. 

"Prowl, is the forehead thing like an intimate act for you?" they ask ever so softly,  Prowl's optics widen slightly, he nods feeling as if it's too hard to talk at that moment. They lean up more, bringing their hand to his face and slowly press a kiss to his lips. 

Prowl's optics widen as their lips meet his, the sensation is both foreign and intriguing. 

As they pull back, their eyes meeting his optics, Prowl finds himself captivated by their gaze. “I like you Prowl, but we are going to have to have a long talk about your communication skills and issues.” they state while holding his face. Prowl's stoic demeanour cracks as he leans into their hand as the soft rumble resonates from his chest almost like a purr. “I don't want you to leave” he says just above a whisper. 

 "you have been counting down the day" they reply softly back. 

“I have been, at first I wanted you gone, now. Now I don't think I can let you go. But you have to go home” He wants to deny it, to assure them that their departure is inconsequential, but he can't bring himself to lie. The truth is that their departure weighs heavily on his mind, stirring up a mixture of fear, longing, and a sense of impending loss.

"I have become attached to you, more than I anticipated," Prowl confesses, his voice laden with a mixture of regret and longing. "

"Is that why you have been an ass, you were trying to push me away?" There isn't any accusation in their voice but they can guess it's the reason he had become so hostile towards them. Hoping it would make it easier to separate.

"Yes," Prowl admits, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and vulnerability. 

His gaze softens, his optics locking with theirs as he continues to speak.

The day comes sooner than either of them wanted it to. They had tried coming up with other ideas to stay, to sneak off ship and stay with Prowl but at this point they didn't know if others would intervene. They both stand anxiously waiting for the ship to land. They are pressed closely against Prowl's chassis as their eyes linger on the sky waiting for the ship, despite the fact of how much they didn't wish to go now.

Prowl stands tall, his frame tense. He can feel their presence pressed closely against his chassis, their shared anxiety bouncing off each other. 

As the ship descends, Prowl's optics remain fixed on the horizon, a bittersweet ache in his spark. Their journey is about to take them apart. His grip on them tightens ever so slightly, 

Prowl's optics narrow in a mix of disbelief and anger as the Lost Light comes into view. His fuel lines run cold with a surge of frustration, realising that his Human was to be sent with them.

"No, absolutely not!" Prowl exclaims vehemently, his voice laced with a combination of concern and protectiveness. "There's no way I'm allowing you to board that ship, and I won't let you be put in harm's way."

Their eyes flicker up to his. "What?, what's wrong?" They ask not understanding. 

 Prowl takes a moment to collect himself, his anger and frustration momentarily overshadowed by their genuine confusion. 

His voice is almost a cold snarl as his optics narrow in on the ship. "There are... certain individuals on that ship, that refuse to have you near for your own safety"

When the ship lands, it's Rodimus who walks out. "YOUR CAPTAIN HAS ARRIVED!" Prowl's grip on his Human tightens as Rodimus emerges from the ship, his voice booming with an air of self importance. The sight of the Autobot captain only serves to further stoke the flames of Prowl's simmering anger and frustration.

“There is no Way in the slashing Universe they are going on that ship, go frag yourself Prime” Prowl yells, as he storms away from Optimus and the unfolding situation. His Human clings onto him tightly, 

But then, unexpectedly, a fit of laughter escapes from them once they are far enough away. Prowl's optics flicker down to them, his anger momentarily forgotten as the sound of their laughter fills the air. Confusion clouds his expression as he looks down at them, unable to comprehend the sudden shift.

"What...?" Prowl begins, his voice trailing off as he tries to make sense of their laughter. His gaze searches their face, seeking an explanation. Their laughter continues, filling the air. Slowly, a smile tugs at the corners of Prowl's mouth, mirroring the joy that radiates from his Human.

And then, he joins them.

The laughter spills from Prowl's vocalizer, a release of the pent-up tension and frustration that had consumed him moments ago. It's a mix of relief, amusement, 

Prowl's grip on them tightens, he brings them closer pressing his helm to their forehead as the soft purr echoes from his chassis. "So I guess I get to stay?" They ask eyes staring into his optics. They wait with bated breath for his answer, one hand pressed against his face plate."Yes," Prowl replies, his voice filled with an undeniable tenderness. "You get to stay. With me. You are not going anywhere. You are mine, and I am yours."

"Then you owe me a proper Date" they begin making a list of things that they wanted. "If I'm staying your taking me on a proper date, and helping set stuff up for me to live with you, if I'm not going back to earth, I still need things" Prowl's optics widen slightly at their request, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. The corners of his mouth twitch as he tries to suppress a smile, finding their boldness and determination endearing.

"I... suppose I do owe you a proper date," Prowl responds, his voice holding a mix of amusement and sincerity. 

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The Bone Mother

Nicnevin, The Gyre-Carling, Habondia, Argante, Diana, Herodias,Titania, Mab, Proserpina, Oonagh, Habetrot, The Cailleach, Hekate…The Queen of Elphame has been linked with many different names and aspects. There are many fairy queens, with many roles. She wears just as many masks as the Devil, if not more. It’s up to you to determine which one you seek, or if they’re all the same being, or who might be seeking you. If you’re looking for the Queen of Elphame, you must seek her out. It’s not an easy task, and she doesn’t make it so. Be prepared, and be persistent. And of course, it does depend on which Queen you go looking for.

“Then a clear Companie came soon after closs, Nicneven with her Nymphs, in number anew, With Charms from Caitness and Chanrie in Ross, Whose Cunning consists in casting a Clew…”

- The Flytting betwixt Montgomerie and Polwart

First and foremost, I am no expert and I can only speak to my own relationship with her. Because my family descends from Scotland, for me she is Nicnevin, the Elphame Queen of Scottish folklore and that is who I will be discussing here. Depending on your view of things - whether you see all of these as separate entities, each a fairy queen in their own right, or different names or aspects for one greater being - it seems impossible to ever truly know exactly who the Queen of Elphame is. And of course, Nicnevin herself is a bit of a mystery - is she a spirit or historical person? The Historie and Life of King James the Sext details a trip to “Sanctandrois where a notable sorceress callit Nic Neville, was condammit to the death and brynt…”

Whatever or whoever she originally was, Nicnevin has seemingly passed beyond being a folkloric spirit or a mortal sorceress who met her end in 1569 and somehow made the leap to the Queen of Elphame and acting as a sort of tutelary witchmother in the here and now. I can’t say for sure what the true origins of Nicnevin are, and it bears a resemblance to the mythic lore of Leland’s Aradia, Gospel of the Witches - a woman who taught witchcraft and became something of a folk legend long afterwards. An excellent article that expands on the possible history and lore of Nicnevin is available at Cailleach’s Herbarium (website address included below).

“It was from the same source also, in all probability, that additional legends were obtained of a gigantic and malignant female, the Hecate of this mythology, who rode on the storm and marshalled the rambling host of wanderers under her grim banner. This hag (in all respects the reverse of the Mab or Titania of the Celtic creed) was called Nicneven in that later system which blended the faith of the Celts and of the Goths on this subject.”

-Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft, Sir Walter Scott

For myself, I catch glimpses of her through time and shadow, at her choosing. She’s elusive and she can and does hide behind her many masks and guises. She comes to me in dreams and the moments just before, whispering poetry in my ear. She has taught me to look not by sight, but by sound - I’ve come to learn the sound of her voice through the scratching of my pen. She stirs the dead with her hand of bone and spurs them on, leading the ravenous hunt across the night sky beside the snow-white Stag.

“In the hinder-end of harvest, on All Hallows even, When our Good Neighbours doe ryd, gif I read right, Some buckled on a bunewand [ragwort], and some on a been, Ay trottand in trupes from the twilight; Some sadleand a she-ape, all graithed in green, Some hobland on ane hempstalk, hovrand [ascending] to the height; The King of Pharie and his court, with the Elfe Queen, With many elfish Incubus was rydand that night.”

-The Flytting betwixt Montgomerie and Polwart

Look for her in old witchcraft trials, in historical folklore, in the transcripts of Isobel Gowdie and the interrogation of Andro Man. While Isobel’s confessions focused more on the Devil, she does mention that the the Queen of Elphame was a finely dressed woman who gave her all the food she could want. Andro Man said that the Queen “had the grip of all the craft” and he enjoyed a sexual relationship with her; supposedly having many children with her. She reportedly came to Bessie Dunlop during labor and asked for a drink. Because of Bessie’s hospitality during great hardship, the Fairy Queen gave her prophecy that came to pass, and sent the spirit of Tom Reid to be her familiar. Bessie’s description of the Queen of Elphame also dismisses notions of a dainty creature made of gossamer, this Queen is a stout woman with a forthright nature.

“Ane carling of the Quene of Phaeris, That ewill win geir to elphyne careis. Through all Braid Abane scho hes bene On horsback, on Hallow ewin;”

This passage appears as part of a satirical poem written against Patrick Adamson, Bishop of St. Andrews. The piece accused him of cavorting with Alison Pearson, who was said to have cured him of a serious illness. The poem describes Alison Pearson riding on horseback with the Queen of Fairies to Elphame. Because of her (unfortunate) relationship with the fair folk, Pearson was determined to be a witch and burned in 1588. Pearson’s relationship with the Queen and her court are rather unique, she was taught remedies by the fair folk (similar to Bessie Dunlop) and she also spoke of being highly regarded by the fair folk. Pearson also recounted long stretches of fallow times when she had fallen out of favor with the Queen of Elphame. During this time, she said that she had not seen the Queen for seven years.

While these are only a few examples of how she weaves her way through witch lore, the Fairy Queen is a figure of interest in several documented witchcraft trials - not only solidifying her presence in fairy folklore, but establishing her role as a tutelary and initiating Witchmother.

“One in the reign of Charles I pretended he had a call, ‘Oh Micol, Micol regina Pigmeorum veni’, which would evoke the queen of the fairies. When practised at Horst woody a gentle murmuring wind came first, then a whirwind, and last a hurricane, when the queen appeared in most illustrious glory.”

-The Darker Superstitions of Scotland, John Graham Dalyell

She’s hard to grasp, because much has been made of her consort - The Man in Black. He’s a gateway, he’s the path that leads to her and yet he himself is so much more. He is fire to her frost, she is the stretching of barren trees and fierce stinging winds. To belong to her is to accept all of her, light and shadow and blood and bloom. There is no other way - she will not be reduced to simplified pieces of herself for your own selfish comfort. You may want a Witchmother, but she’s a Queen in her own right and a lot more besides. And as with all the fair folk, she can eat you up and spit you out and think nothing of it.

“Now, ye maun go wi me,” she said, “True Thomas, ye maun go wi me, And ye maun serve me seven years, Thro weal or woe, as may chance to be.”

-Thomas the Rhymer and the Queen of Elfland

While The Ballad of Tam Lin is very specific about the folk belief of the fair folk paying a tithe to Hell, both Thomas Rhymer and Tam Lin are very specific about the servitude of seven years. This period of time, though for opposite purpose, agrees with Alison Pearson’s seven year silence, when she had been exiled from the Queen and her court. Seven years seems to be an important number for the Elphame Queen and the humans she engages with. She does seem to be rather selective with the process - the Queen of Elphame has an eye for beauty and cleverness, and she takes that which she desires and turns it to her own purposes.

At the end of seven years She pays a tithe to Hell I so fair and full of flesh I fear it be myself

-The Ballad of Tam Lin

The Queen of Elphame may come to you in disguise, and ask a favor of you. If you pass her test and meet her with hospitality and respect, she may grant you a gift (or several). So light a candle on these cold nights and pour out a glass of whiskey or wine for the Winter Queen. Invoke her name. Seek her out.

And as with all things, a warning: To call upon any god or ungod, including the Bone Mother, is to welcome them into your life - for better or worse. If you haven’t thought it through, if you’re not absolutely sure, if you’re not capable of sending away that which you called, then it’s best to not make any hasty decisions.

References:

A Wild Witch Chase: https://cailleachs-herbarium.com/2015/10/a-wild-witch-chase-scottish-hecate-nicneven/

Nicnevin: http://sarahannelawless.com/2009/06/19/nicnevin/

Polwart and Montgomerie’s Flytting: https://quod.lib.umich.edu/e/eebo/A03840.0001.001/1:3?rgn=div1;view=fulltext

Elf Queens and Holy Friars - Richard Firth Green

The Darker Superstitions of Scotland - John Graham Dalyell

The Ballad of Tam Lin

Thomas the Rhymer and the Queen of Elfland

Sir Walter Scott’s Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Vol. 2

The Mingling of Fairy and Witch Beliefs in Sixteenth and Seventeenth Century Scotland - J. A. MacCulloch

Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft - Sir Walter Scott (available at sacred-texts.com)

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Tilbake i tjenesten

I Juni 2019 kom vi til Norge etter å ha tilbragt tilsammen 11 år i øst-Afrika etter jeg første gang begynte som MAF pilot i Tanzania i 2006. Den siste perioden var preget av mye flytting, usikkerhet og en del hendelser som gjorde at vi i 2019 bestemte oss for å flytte til USA, et av Nadia`s hjemland, for å finne oss et stabilt hjem og en plass som var vår. De to små jentene våre ga forskjellig svar hver gang de ble spurt hvor de kom fra. Men ting gikk veldig fort ikke som planlagt, søknader og dokumenter ble forsinket og vi befant oss plutselig boende på Jæren, sør for Stavanger. Jentene har vært omstillingsdyktige og fant seg fort venner, og Nadia hadde også fort hendene fulle med vår minstegutt Netanel som ble født i Juli 2019. I optimistisk påvente av mitt Green Card, som ifølge våre beregninger var like rundt hjørnet, tenkte vi at vi snart var på vei avgårde igjen og jeg fikk meg midlertidig jobb som industrimekaniker i en lokal bedrift mens jentene begynte i skole og barnehage. Minstejenta Anava kunne nesten ikke et ord norsk da vi landet her, men etter kort tid snakket hun kav jærsk.

«Skomaker, bli ved din lest...»

...er en setning jeg har sagt til meg selv noen ganger de siste to årene. Etterhvert som det midlertidige oppholdet tok en mer og mer permanent fasong innså jeg at jeg fremdeles hadde mer å bidra med som misjonspilot. Jeg savnet tjenesten fra dagen vi dro og høsten 2019 og våren 2020 var jeg i Uganda på kortere opphold for å hjelpe til med flyging så de andre flygerne kunne avvikle ferie. I Oktober 2019 fikk jeg og fly et MAF fly på promoteringstur fra Sverige til Finland. Så jeg ble liksom ikke helt ferdig med MAF selv om vi var i Norge, og jeg ønsket jo ikke det heller. Og når ting tok en ganske annen vending, blandt annet på grunn av covid-pandemien, kontaktet jeg MAF igjen for å høre om det var bruk for kortidspersonell på en mer permanent basis. Kanskje jeg fremdeles kunne være til tjeneste selv om vi nå bodde i Norge? Jeg fikk ganske snart svar at det var det, og med min erfaring og mange sertifikater i Tanzania, Kenya, Sør-Sudan og Uganda kunne jeg trå til flere plasser ved behov. MAF Norge og Misjonssambandet var veldig positive og ble enige om en delt ordning der jeg er ansatt av begge organisasjonene. Fire ganger i året, èn måned hver gang, skal jeg fly for MAF der det måtte være behov, og resten av tiden skal jeg besøke foreninger og forsamlinger for å formidle og inspirere til misjon og forkynne. Jeg er utrolig glad for denne muligheten og jeg gleder meg stort til både og ute- og hjemmedelen av jobben. Jeg brenner for misjon og nå får jeg være med på frontlinjen, og når jeg ikke er der får jeg være med å engasjere og inspirere andre her i Norge. Uten støtten her hjemme stopper arbeidet ute opp.

En fot i hvert land...

Vi kommer til å ha base i Norge en stund framover og det betyr at jeg kommer til å være en del borte fra Nadia og barna. Jeg ser ikke fram til akkurat det, men med Guds hjelp og nåde er vi trygge på at det skal gå bra. Vi har et fantastisk godt nettverk rundt oss av venner og kjente, både fra barnas skole, Jærtun, og forsamlingene vi hører til på Nærbø og Vigrestad. Vi har funnet oss godt til rette på en gård rett nord for Nærbø. Nylig hadde vi stor bursdagsfeiring med flere familier i hagen her for Netanel som blir to år mens jeg er bortreist. Det var en god påminner på hvor velsignet vi er med gode mennesker rundt oss.

 Jeg ankom Tanzania Mandag 21. Juni og den første uken går med til legesjekk, teorieksamen for luftfartsmyndighetene samt oppfriskningsflyging med MAF sin sjefspilot i Tanzania. Det blir en travel første uke med mye å sette seg inn i igjen og dersom sertifikatet blir klart i tide skal jeg fly klinikkflygninger for Kilimatinde Hospital allerede uken etter. Den tredje uken blir det evangelist-flyginger i Malambo i Serengeti og den siste uken klinikkflygninger for Haydom Hospital før jeg flyr tilbake til Norge igjen Lørdag 17. Juli.

Men hvordan kan de påkalle en de ikke tror på? Hvordan kan de tro på en de ikke har hørt om? Og hvordan kan de høre uten at noen forkynner? 15 Og hvordan kan de forkynne hvis de ikke er utsendt? Det står jo skrevet: Hvor vakre de er, føttene til dem som bringer godt budskap! Romerne 10, 14-15

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De stille tårenes land

by CRINA BOROŞ, Investigate Europe | Aftenbladet, 28 September 2017

JOBBENE VÅRE: Millioner av rumenere må utenlands for å finne arbeid å leve av. Prisen er slit, smertestillende og stress. Samt barnas tårer. 

- I jordbærsesongen ser du ikke snurten av en kvinne i denne landsbyen! Det sier Costel Butnaru. Han er en av mange ektemenn i landsbyen Liteni i nordøst-Romania med kone som jobber utenlands for å kunne betale regninger hjemme. Mor som jobber i Spania. Mor og far som jobber i Italia. Mor som jobber i Italia, far som er død. Far som jobber i Tyskland. Mor som jobber i Tyskland, far som jobber på Kypros. På skolen i Liteni har 115 av de 350 elevene minst én forelder som har arbeid i utlandet.

Photo: Denisa er elev ved skolen i Liteni, der rektor George Moga har ansvar for 350 barn. 115 av dem har minst én av foreldrene i utlandet. By Johnny Green, July 2017, Liteni village, Iaşi, Romania

De speiler store nasjonale tall: Over 95.000 barn har foreldre som tjener til livets opphold i andre land. Trenden peker oppover.

Tallene er altfor lave, fastslår Alex Gulei, leder i den frivillige organisasjonen Alternative Sociale. En studie de gjorde med Unicef i 2008, fant 350.000 barn med foreldre som var økonomiske migranter – mens det offisielle tallet var 85.000. Forskjellen var at de offisielle tallene bare viser barn som har fått formell verge mens foreldrene er borte. Den andre rapporten bygde på tall hentet inn på skoler.

Utbrente barn

Arbeidsutvandringen setter dype spor i mange barn, ifølge George Moga, rektor ved skolen i Liteni.

- Vi har hatt tilfeller med utbrente barn, sier han.

Photo:  Halvparten av sjetteklassingene som gikk ut av skolen i Liteni i sommer, hadde minst én av foreldrene i utlandet. By Crina Boroş, July 2017, Iaşi, Romania

Halvparten av sjetteklassingene som gikk ut av skolen i Liteni i sommer, hadde minst én av foreldrene i utlandet. CRINA BOROS

- Foreldrene sier til barna at de gjør dette for deres skyld. Imens er ungenes plikt å gjøre det så godt de kan på skolen. Barn som må takle hverdagen helt uten hjelp eller oppfølging fra foreldre, drukner seg i lekser og andre krav. Vi ser deprimerte unger som ikke klare å smile, sier Moga. Han anslår at et av ti barn som har foreldre som jobber utenlands, dropper ut av skolen.

- Vi fordømmer ikke foreldre som drar ut for å forsørge familien. Men de må forberede barna sine og holde kontakten med dem, sier Niculina Karacsony. Hun leder barnevernet i Iasi.

Barnevernslederen sier hun ser stadig flere barn med foreldre i utlandet som er seksuelt misbrukt, oftest av familiemedlemmer. Dette, mener Karacsony, er en følge av at mange mødre har reist.

Bestemor oppdrar de små

På trammen til Costel Butnaru forteller en storfamilie om sine migrasjonserfaringer.

Photo: Rodica Grecu og Elena Asaftie kjenner den vonde siden av arbeidsvandringen. Rodica dro fra tre små sønner for sesongarbeid i spansk landbruk, Elena sier hun snart ikke orker å vinke farvel til sønner og døtre flere ganger mens barna deres står gråtende igjen. By Johnny Green, July 2017, Liteni village, Iaşi, Romania

- Jeg har to foreldreløse her. Ingen mor, ingen far, sier en bestemor. Hun er i ferd med å bli verge for barnebarnet Bogdan på tre og et halvt og hans like unge fetter, og vil være anonym.

Bogdans foreldre har skilt seg. Faren er kokk i Tyskland. Moren er også «et sted i utlandet», sier bestemor. Som verge får hun en viss offentlig støtte. På toppen av penger som guttenes foreldre sender hjem, skal hun klare å ta seg av de to små med dette.

Photo: Barn leker ved en innsjø i landsbyen Liteni i Romania, der 115 av skolens 350 elever har minst én av foreldrene i utlandet. By JOHNNY GREEN, July 2017, Liteni village, Iaşi, Romania

13 år og savner mor

Gabi Butnaru har gått ut sjette klasse. Hun har greid seg uten moren Mihaela i et halvt år. Mihaela kom nettopp hjem fra en gård i Lucena i Spania. Der har hun plukket jordbær og bringebær. Hun forlot datteren dagen etter morsdagen. - Mamma pleide å hjelpe meg med leksene, sier Gabi.

Uten moren var livet helt annerledes. Når faren var ute og jobbet, måtte Gabi lage mat, gjøre reint og mate dyra før hun kunne gjøre lekser. - Det var vanskelig, sier 13-åringen lavt mens øynene fylles av tårer. - Det var vanskelig å klare å gjøre alt, å gjøre det skikkelig.

Tårene siler. Det gjør de også på Mihaela, som sitter ved siden av henne.

Gabi gråt mye på telefonen også, og tagg moren om å komme hjem igjen.

Vil hun la Mihaela reise en gang til? - Nei! smeller det fra 13-åringen, som tørker tårene. - Jeg vil bare at vi skal være sammen, hele familien, hjemme.

Faren til Gabi heter Petre. Han brakk foten da hun var baby og kan ikke bøye den. Petre tar småjobber; han pløyer, sveiser og reparerer hestesko. - Han tjener nok til å kjøpe brød og en flaske olje, sier Mihaela. Hun må til pers for å få det til å gå rundt. Og siden det knapt fins arbeid lokalt som er til å leve av, er løsningen å dra utenlands. På gården i Spania delte hun rom med fire andre kvinner mellom skiftene. Men hun hadde ikke mye tid på brakka. - Jeg var utkjørt. Vi ante ikke hvilken ukedag det var, for vi hadde ikke søndagsfri, sier hun.

Photo: Lavinia Tihulca er 13 år og vet hvordan det er når mor jobber i et annet land. By JOHNNY GREEN, July 2017, Liteni village, Iaşi, Romania

Petre viser fram listen over piller kona hadde med seg: Ketonal, et sterkt smertestillende, mot ryggvondt. Valerian mot uro. Aspirin for blodomløpet. Paracet mot tannverk.

Både familien og hun selv har det vondt når hun er borte. Men Mihaela lar ikke følelsene ta overhånd. - Vi har ikke noe valg. Vi trenger pengene, sier hun.

Fri flyt – ond sirkel?

Fri flyt av kapital, varer, tjenester og mennesker er selve mantraet i EUs indre marked. Det skal tjene alle, i hvert fall på sikt.

For enkeltmennesker – og for EU-prosjektet – har arbeidsvandring fra Sentral- og Øst-Europa gitt positive utslag, fastslo Det internasjonale valutafondet IMF i en «discussion note» i fjor. Dessuten har mottakerlandene i vest og nord trolig tjent på at faglærte og høyt utdannede øst-europeere har tilbudt kompetansen sin hos dem, mener økonomene. 3,4 millioner rumenere har reist fra Romania, der nesten halvparten av befolkningen lever på landsbygda. Hver sjette som utvandret, hadde høy utdanning, ifølge Verdensbanken. Tyskland, som har sterkt behov for leger, har rekruttert flest utenlandske medisinere fra Romania, viser tall fra den tyske legeforeningen.

Photo: I landsbyen Liteni i Romania tjener mange pengene sine på å jobbe utenlands. De hever sin materielle velstand flere hakk. Noen får råd til å bygge hus. Kostnadene ved arbeidsvandringen er på andre plan. By JOHNNY GREEN, Liteni village, Iaşi, Romania

De fleste rumenere som har reist, er imidlertid arbeidsfolk som har bidratt til økonomisk vekst i landene der de har betalt skatt. Masseutvandring som dette kan derimot ha hemmet veksten i øst-europeiske land og bremset utjevningen av de enorme inntektsforskjellene mellom land i Europa, mener IMF-økonomene. «Utvandring ser ut til å ha redusert konkurransekraft og blåst opp størrelsen på det offentlige systemet ved at sosialutgiftene har fått en større andel av økonomien», skriver valutafondet, som advarer: Hvis det ikke blir satt inn tiltak for å motvirke dette, risikerer Europa at utvandring og altfor langsom utjevning blir en ond sirkel.

Photo: En familie på vei for å fiske i Litani, en rumensk landsby der svært mange av barna lever med savnet av mor eller far – eller begge. De jobber i utlandet. JOHNNY GREEN, Liteni village, Iaşi, Romania

I Liteni som mange andre steder på den rumenske landsbygda, er familien fortsatt sikkerhetsnettet – helt uunnværlig. Men tilgangen til mye bedre betalt arbeid i andre land har snudd opp ned på tradisjoner. I mange familier er det nå kvinnene som drar utenlands og blir hovedforsørgere, mens fedre – eller bestemødre - blir hjemme med barna. Som 62 år gamle Elena, mor til fem og bestemor til mange flere. Også hun synes arbeidsvandringen har en uholdbar side.

- Jeg er syk av å vinke farvel til ungene mine der de står med bagasjen sin med egne barn som stirrer gråtende på dem. Jeg vet ikke om jeg orker det mer.

ORIGINAL PUBLICATION: https://www.aftenbladet.no/okonomi/i/e9QM4/-De-stille-tarenes-land

Photography: Johnny Green