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[pmreaper]

my oc has one playlist about loving his wife and one playlist about finding out his wife never loved him back

[resolviendolaincognita]

The whimsical soul of ships

According to the folklore of the sailors of the North Sea and the Baltic Sea, on long voyages they always had company on their ships. It was an invisible crewman who made himself subtly or outrageously noticeable: the ship's spirit.

The ship's spirit was a type of elf that the Norwegians call nisse, the Swedes tomte and the Finns tomtenisse or tontu, i.e., it belongs to the same type of beings as Santa's helpers. In Germany, the equivalent of these beings was the kobold; in Brittany, France, it is a lutin or luiton; in the Netherlands, it was a kabouter(man), while in Great Britain it was a puck, pixie or brownie. On the whole, they are mischievous little domestic or nature creatures that help those who favor them and harm those who do not. However, as these creatures are best known when on a ship is by their German name, klabautermann ("Striker"). In Denmark, it may appear assimilated with skibsnisse, while in the Frisian Islands, Schleswig-Holstein and Pomerania it may appear assimilated with puck.

The klabautermann was a ship-dwelling goblin. As a goblin, he was a small, pipe-wielding being who acted according to the respect he received. If he was well cared for, the voyages prospered and the ship was protected. Because of this, he can appear as a carpenter who fixes at night everything that breaks during the day, which is why he is also called klütermann. Conversely, if he was abandoned, the ship would meet its end. When he was heard restlessly running about the shrouds, making noises in the rigging and in the hold, it was the signal for the crew to leave the ship immediately. His mood also manifested itself in less extreme situations. He was believed to maintain order and discipline on the ship by shouting orders, especially among the young and unruly crewmen. To sailors, he could be both a help and a hindrance, hitting them on the head, humiliating them, taunting them or punishing wrongdoers. In fact, the name klabautermann was derived from the commotion he caused.

Besides looking like a carpenter or smoking a pipe, he wore yellow breeches, horseman's boots, a red or gray jacket and a cap like that of the American pilgrims, also reminiscent of the top hat of the leprechaun. He had a large red head and green teeth and used to sit under the halter. The horseman's boots, with which he used to appear in calm seas, could be related to horse latitudes near the equator, at 30° north latitude and 38° south latitude. It seems that these received their name because, in this area of high pressure, travel was slower, having to ration water and slaughter the horses that consumed more.

Now, how was the klabautermann born? Well, according to the beliefs, the soul of a ship was the same that was in the wood of the trees. The trees could have obtained the soul of a human being or possessed the soul of another being. This is possibly related to the Vårdträd or Tuntre, sacred trees planted on special occasions that represented ancestors and nature spirits.

Although it is a connection without unanimous support, it is related to Seals of Sinope, to whom traditionally sailors served a portion of each meal. This was bought by a traveler, whose money remained in the hands of the captain to be distributed among the poor upon arrival at port.

[stefan-a-sture]

Husmannsplassen, tuntre [120mm] (Holga 120N) #ilfordphoto @ilfordphoto #ilfordhp5plus400 #120film #120filmphotography #bnw #blackandwhite #holga #holga12n #holgaphotography #holgacamera #lofiphotography #analogfilm #upcstreet #upczine #lensfayre #heylomography #heyfsc #thedailyholga #kalnesvgs #mittøstfold #tuntre #husmannsplass (ved Sarpsborg, Norway) https://www.instagram.com/p/CowPwuSMivR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ferndweller]

Sko ha hatt meg et tuntre, eg.

[thoughts-of-a-heathen]

"When a human died on the farm, there were a couple of different places where the soul could choose to inhabit. One place was of course heaven, but for the ones that did not enjoy the church's white painted paradise, there was another option, vårdträdet*; often placed in the middle of the farmyard, planted by an ancestor or ancestress. Vårdträdet was the place where the family history had its roots. There, under the shadowy branches of the linden, the ash, the chestnut or the rowan, grandma's soul could find peace without getting bored by the heavenly choirs."

- Per Österman, Svenska jätteträd och deras mytologiska historia

*Vårdträd, also known as tuntre, is a sacred tree that grows in the farmyard or close to the farmhouse on Swedish and Norwegian farms. The tree is home to the patron deity of the family (vård, vården). It is also a symbol of fortune and prosperity.

[mysterious-things-we-cannot-see]

I’ve always been drawn to trees... I’ve always considered the tallest, strongest one nearby my homes to be like some warden or force of protection. When I was really little, it was a willow tree at the end of our large field of a backyard and I would walk beneath it while alone, singing as I held hands with its many bladed leaves, lost in my head. Then it was a fir--tall and strong and old. It used to house an eagle’s nest, and from our porch and yard I’d sing or talk to the old tree when I felt down or worried as I grew. It hurt me when new developments and houses were built over the wilderness around us and destroyed the field there that used to be home to deer and coyotes and foxes; and it hurt again when the new neighbors didn’t like how this tree dropped needles onto their deck and demanded several of the limbs sawed off--which they did easily despite my disagreement shared to their child and my friend, since now, the tree legally belonged to someone. I’d grown up with this tree most of my life, seen it as something greater--something hard to explain, and it hurt. I cried and apologized for what happened to it. The eagles had left by then. Now, while in this new home and myself older, it’s a maple twisted deep into the dirt on the side of the mountain we sit against. I still wish these trees strength in the storms that would pass over us and to keep the land firm like they had been supporting for years and years. Communicate as I would, a bit subtler than before... While I’m an otherwise rational person, I can’t help but seem connected to these kinds of things and to nature. I’m not sure where this sense has come from within me but it’s been a part of me always.

I learned recently that my ancestors used to believe something very similar and that was wild to find out. But either way I find the almost instinctual pull kind of interesting.

[bethlehembreathes]

when i was 17 i remember         sitting in a norwegian  garden with an old couple telling me the story behind        the random tree in the             middle of their yard   they spun a tale of an old                    norse tradition as i am here chasing life by  the tail around and ‘round            the sprouted leaves  barely emerging from their            roots with one hand     extended  and the other      hidden behind my back tuntre

[regnskyll]

tagged by: @thatwizardofearthsea Hello there ! Thank you so much for tagging me, it is very sweet of you !

rules: answer 17 questions and tag 17 people you want to know better

nickname: My friends call me either Josef or Josie

zodiac sign: Cancer

height: 169 cm

hogwarts house: I’m definitely a Hufflepuff

last thing i googled: Jeez, it was how to divide stacks in Don’t starve lmao.

song stuck in my head: For the last few days I’ve had different songs off Fleet Foxes’ Crack-Up stuck in my head, mostly “Third of May/ Ōdaigahara.”

amount of sleep i get: Probably around 7 or 8 hrs.

lucky numbers: I’ll have to say 14.

dream job: I don’t have one. All I want is a job that’ll let me live comfortably enough, with a nice work environment and nice colleagues. I dream of other things, not jobs.   

wearing: Black jeans and my favourite grey woollen sweater, a hand-me-down from my mother.

instruments: I can’t play any instruments :( I wish I could. The cello would be cool.

random facts: A “tuntre” is a tree that stands on the property of a farm and has stood there for many generations. It was tradition to sacrifice to the tree so that the tree would look after the farm, the land, the animals atnd people living there. There used to be one such tree standing on the farm close to where I live, a very old oak. Last year, I don’t know why, it was felled and it made me very sad.

aesthetic: Ugh, this is difficult! Well, most definitely kitsch, both when it comes to clothing and interior design. I guess I have a bit of an affinity for 80s style clothing, but I also love wearing vintage dresses and skirts to emulate a housewife from the 60s. I love very feminine clothing like that, but I also love dressing more masculine. I think I’m just all over the place. I’m always cold so I often wear warm wool sweaters, which I adore. Mountains, snow, fjords, deep woods--the sublime. Silence. Soft, soothing music and the last rays of sunlight on the wall.

tagging: @fayefolle @vonmorjo @diable-boiteux @myhoneysucklerose

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one of the players sent me this picture and was like "hey this reminds me of tuntre and his wife" and i was like. Holy shit. I have to draw this. so i did

[stumm148]

Magne Furuholmen lager tuntre til Røkke i Oppdal

[mamisgarden]

Scandinavia has a very beautiful, ancient pagan tradition, wich involves the planting of a tree in the yard of your house, in Swedish called a vårdträd, and Norwegian a tuntre, or roughly translated a guard or care tree. The symbolism is that you care for the tree, and the tree cares for your household and your family, many times literally, by sheltering from the elements, and giving fruit if a fruit-tree is chosen. Also, the belief was that the tree provided a connection with the nature spirits in the surrounding, and was the carrier of wealth and happiness for the family.

There are trees that are many hundred years old in many old homesteads around Scandinavia, where this tradition is prominently. The homestead could be ever so small, and still have an impressive tree as protector.  In certain localities, a tree was planted for each child born to the household, and these trees was to be especially wellkept and cared for, for obvious reasons.

here is a small movie, here focusing on finn folklore. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QS6pgH_pfv0

[stefan-a-sture]

Husmannsplassen, tuntre [120mm] (Holga 120N) #ilfordphoto @ilfordphoto #ilfordhp5plus400 #120film #120filmphotography #bnw #blackandwhite #holga #holga12n #holgaphotography #holgacamera #lofiphotography #analogfilm #upcstreet #upczine #lensfayre #heylomography #heyfsc #thedailyholga #kalnesvgs #mittøstfold #tuntre #husmannsplass (ved Kalnes Videregående skole) https://www.instagram.com/p/CouD8gwspZc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lamentedsoul]

[stefan-a-sture]

«Tuntre» Fjerde av åtte bilder i serie fotografier av trær. Alle bildene fra samme rull 120 film, tatt med en Agfa Synchro Box - et svært enkelt bokskamera produsert mellom 1949 og 1957. Det tar åtte bilder på en rull 120 film. Lukkertiden er ca 1/40 og man kan velge blender f/12 eller f/22 - det er også et innebygd gulfilter til f/12. Fokus er ferdig innstilt, fra 3 m til uendelig. Søkeren er liten, uklar og vanskelig å bruke, det viser også det du ser gjennom det speilvendt. Så det er bare å peke kamera i riktig retning, sjekke i søkeren at det er sånn ca greit, gjette på om det er best med f/12 eller f/22. Til slutt trykker man rolig på lukkeren mens man prøver å holde kamera så rolig som mulig. [120mm] (Agfa Synchro Box) @agfaphoto_europe @ilfordphoto #analog_sture #emulsive #analogheld #analoguewonderland #lensfayre #analogfilm #120mm #120film #filmwave #filmdiscovered #seasonedfilm #filmallover #heylomography #agfa #agfasynchrobox #mediumformat #boxcamera #bnw#ilfordhp5plus400 #ilfordphoto #blackandwhitephotography #upczine #bnw_captures #bnw #rupcstreet #treesofinstagram #trees #trær #tuntre #husmannsplass #kalnesvgs (ved Sarpsborg, Norway) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoEZACWsVEB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thoughts-of-a-heathen]

"These trees eventually got charged with a very powerful magic and there are many local versions of the traditions surrounding them. One example that is mentioned in several sources is that pregnant women performed rituals by the tree to make [their] labour easier. After the child had been born, people sometimes buried the placenta by the tree so that vättarna (the vættir) could protect it. The child was extra susceptible to [dark] magic before it was baptized, and the placenta was a powerful tool [that could be used to] gain access to the child if one wanted to harm it."

- Per Österman, Svenska jätteträd och deras mytologiska historia