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"Bite me one more fucking time and see what happens!" Thad is holding his wrist, index finger pointed upwards, beads of blood welling from the site of said wound. It's stinging already. Poisonous little bitch. That property was the second thing he noticed about her, after the massive ears.
...Third was the horrid, nightmare-fuel teeth.
He'd been alerted to her kind by a researcher he'd poached from a competitor. He'd initially written it off- after all, how many stories are out there about small people? The Pukwudgies of the Wampanoag, the Coblynau of the Welsh, the Knockers of Cornwall's mines, the Dokkaebi of Korea...what's one more legend?
Well. This one has certainly managed to draw blood, so perhaps he should be a bit less of a skeptic.
Humans. All of them were like this. Violet hissed, baring her teeth, the taste of blood singing in her mouth. He kept trying to stick his fingers near her, and each time she was too quick, either evading or, when he managed to touch her, biting through skin as hard as she could. Nothing had really helped her situation, though.
Some humans simply killed her kind. Most were too oblivious to even notice them. Some, like this man, had a morbid curiosity about them. Curiosity was the only reason why Violet could fathom that she was still alive. He certainly didn't intend to be kind, but then again, no humans were.
At this point, she wished for a dignified death, rather than to be trapped in this jar.
"Let me go, monster!" She shouted back, as loud as she could so her voice would carry, though it still sounded small in this room. "Or I will taste your blood again!"
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Tylwyth Teg
Tylwyth Teg (Middle Welsh for "Fair Family") is the most usual term in Wales for the mythological creatures corresponding to the fairy folk of English and Continental folklore and the Irish Aos Sí. Other names for them include Bendith y Mamau ("Blessing of the Mothers"), Gwyllion and Ellyllon.
The term tylwyth teg is first attested in a poem attributed to the 14th-century Dafydd ap Gwilym, in which the principal character gets perilously but comically lost while going to visit his girlfriend: "Hudol gwan yn ehedeg, / hir barthlwyth y Tylwyth Teg" ("(The) weak enchantment (now) flees, / (the) long burden of the Tylwyth Teg (departs) into the mist").
In later sources the tylwyth teg are described as fair-haired and covet golden-haired human children whom they kidnap, leaving changelings (or crimbilion, sing. crimbil) in their place. They dance and make fairy rings and they live underground or under the water. They bestow riches on those they favour but these gifts vanish if they are spoken of, and fairy maidens may become the wives of human men. These fairy wives are however still bound by traditional taboos. They must be careful to avoid touching iron or they will vanish back to their realm never to be seen by their husbands again.
As the Bendith y Mamau (the mothers blessing, a Southern Welsh name for Fair folk) They ride horses in fairy rades (processions) and visit houses where bowls of milk are customarily put out for them. A changeling story tells of a woman whose three-year-old son was stolen by the fairies and she was given a threefold instruction by a "cunning man" (magician) on how to get him back. She removed the top from a raw egg and began stirring the contents, and as the changeling watched her do this certain comments he made established his otherworldly identity. She then went to a crossroads at midnight during the full moon and observed a fairy raid in order to confirm that her son was with them. Lastly she obtained a black hen and without plucking it she roasted it over a wood fire until every feather dropped off. The changeling then disappeared and her son was returned to her.
According to the folklorist Wirt Sikes the Tylwyth Teg may be divided into five general types: the Ellyllon (elves), the Coblynau (fairies of the mines), the Bwbachod (household fairies similar to brownies), the Gwragedd Annwn (female fairies of the lakes and streams) and the Gwyllion (mountain fairies more akin to hags). The ellyllon (singular ellyll) inhabit groves and valleys and are similar to English elves. Their food consists of toadstools and fairy butter (a type of fungus) and they wear digitalis bell flowers as gloves. They are ruled by Queen Mab and bring prosperity to those they favour.
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Hey do you think it’s possible to cross Transformers with Toby Daye or are they just not compatible?
ooooh man. in what sense? i think a fusion would be FASCINATING, in either direction--i do love playing around in Toby Daye's mythology; both canons also feature lots of options for intricate politics and you could have a lot of fun hashing out frametype or personality to fae type correspondence. both of them also feature either advanced tech or advanced magic that could really inform a lot of integrated worldbuilding details, and translating the one to the other in either direction could be fun.
Of the top of my head on the TF->TD pipeline I could very easily see the Autobots and Decepticons as two warring kingdoms--the common overarching narrative of exile from Cybertron also translates fantastically well to the fae's leaving the deeper realms. TD->TF might involve Titania and Mab as the forerunners of the Decepticons and Autobots, whichever suits your fancy. I think it's possible but nothing's jumping out at me except Wheeljack as Coblynau.
if it's a 'two canons meeting each other' i will, jokingly, say that 'not compatible' is quitters talk--though i think the potential there lies less in the commonality of the themes that suit a fusion and more in how both worlds are being presented with more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in their philosophy. would be REAL interesting to break down if the cybertronians being aliens makes them less toxic or more toxic to fae than cold iron. If the Cybertronians have been sleeping on earth, are they somewhere in the collective memory of Faerie, who know well the myths of sleeping kings? If they've descended from the sky, do the Air fae have opinions on these things? How do they come to understand Fae magic--do glamours and sunrise affect them in the same way? What do the Fae, who we know use transformation as punishment, think of these creatures who move back and forth by their very natures?
They don't obviously fit together, but I think the fun of Transformers for me has always been in how mythic it's capable of being. the puzzle is in making it work.
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Rewatching the ep of Constantine that deals with coblynau, thinking about how Damon would absolutely hate being in mines despite being from the Underworld.
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New Blog Post!!! Mining Folklore: Coblynau, Knockers, and Tommyknockers
#paranormal#ghost and hauntings#ghosts#hauntings#investigation#haunted#spirits#architectural hauntings#supernatural#ghost#ghost files#haunting ground#ghoulies#autumn#spooktober#spooky#ghost posts#poltergeist#blog post#haunting#hauntology#horror#haunted places#truestory#true story#true stories#history#101 true tales of hauntings demons and the paranormal#private investigator#halloween
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Today's waste of life seems to be some kind of article on Bluecap Poker, which is what I'm trying to now use for resolutions in Trihorn instead of dice.
I've managed to get through all the random worldbuilding surrounding bits so far this morning today. >_< definitely way more detail and time spent than I need about anything for any reason. It's so big I can't even post it because it exceeds a post's character limit. Ack >_<
I wonder if it would fit if I took out most of the Coblynau bits. Yep. Mostly under the cut for anyone who wants to waste a little of their life on a fictional article on a fictional card game, whose ruleset I haven't finished, for a fictional world, whose fiction hasn't happened yet. >_<
Bluecap Poker
Bluecap Poker (or Coblynau) is named in reference to a mythical, mischievious burrowing dinosaur. The Bluecap was about 3 feet tall at the haunch, and 5 feet long from snout to tail tip, with scales the color of common blue Apatite which is the mainstay of its diet. As a consequence, it often makes rapping, striking, knocking, chipping, digging, cracking sounds as if it is another miner working unseen.
But the sounds in the deep that miners can hear, leading them toward the richer veins of ore that the Apatite crystalizes near. But also toward lots of worthless rock. Common Miner folkwisdom is that if you start leaving out some Apatite stone and valuables in a pile for the Coblynau to eat after quitting time, you can train the Bluecap to like the other, more valuable mineral as well, so it will favor the richer veins. Unfortunately, it will also give the Bluecap a taste for raiding any mining gear left unwatched.
The Bluecap is always hungry because Apatite is very common but only in small quantities. So it is nearly always working or bemoaning its condition. if you go down into the dark and are quiet, you can often hear it at work, and even when not, you can hear it groaning or rumbling in hunger. This also means that clever miners can go beyond training and actually tame a Bluecap. If the miners constantly leave good enough eating for the Bluecap in a solitary dark corner it will start to help them by forewarning them of cave-ins and even making their work easier. Sometimes even starting new burrows that will lead the miners in better directions.
There's a popular fairytale about a group of miners that tamed their Bluecap to the point that it became like their pet T-Rex. They dressed it up in gear they made for it like their own, even with a little fitted mining cap with a lantern which had its fire turn blue from the Bluecap's magic. Thereafter they were often lead by its ghostly blue light that never needed a new candle to more riches than any other mine and, when a cart was full, it would lash itself to the front of the mine cart and help pull it out to unload, the bobbing blue light guiding the way.
But the same fairytale emphasizes that the Bluecap can be as tricksy as helpful when it isn't treated well. When the miners become too rich and greedy, abusing its friendship, It pranks and misleads them and finally steals away every valuable thing in the mine and digs out the treasure before they can get to it with the new gear they have to spend their wealth on (that it steals again) until they are reminded of what it is like to be poor and mend their ways.
The Bluecap is said to be a particularly grotesque and ugly little dinosaur. Though actual descriptions vary from tale to tale and region to region. The only constants are that it has long, strong foreclaws and is universally agreed to be constantly quite dirty. Besides for that it's just whatever the storyteller seems to think of as ugly. Another fairytale, adapted into a popular children's story is about a prissy young noble boy who finds one and keeps trying to bathe it to get the dirt and muck out of its feathers and many flaps that run through its wrinkled frills, inadvertently teaching it to sift water for its minerals so it drinks up all the water in the whole kingdom. The boy ends up King by selling the water back for the price of the country and names the Bluecap his chief adviser, turning it into the Kingdom of children where no one ever takes a bath and every day there is a contest to see who can make the ugliest face.
The largest variation in Bluecap Poker is, appropriately, that the size of the hand, draw, and deal is variable. Players can pay chips to the dealer to alter the rules of how many cards they are able to receive and lay down. This in turn leads to a more complex variation of scoring, that can sometimes lead to scores slightly different than other types of poker would award. There is also some slight variation in terminology. For instance while hidden cards are still usually referred to as in the hole, they can sometimes be referred to as in the Adit (an underground tunnel to the surface for access or drainage purposes), and shown cards are usually referred to as being in the wash. The Blinds are sometimes called drawers, hurriers, putters, screens, or waggoners depending on the region. The dealer is also often referred to as the Deputy (most common), overman, foreman, overlooker, bailiff, gaffer, manager, reckoner, senior, or even viewer or landlord. This again depends on the mine terminology used in the region and its typical position that would be in charge of reckoning a miner's wages on payday. Landlord, as a term, is almost exclusively used in countries where both the owner of the mine was the traditional recokoner of a miner's wages and where gambling houses are common, so the dealer is set instead of rotating. Bluecap poker is very played without a rotating dealer, as the dealer receives the payments for alteration of hand rules. In gambling houses, casinos, and social clubs where Bluecap poker is played, this is typically how the house earns its cut and the Deputy, in turn, does not act as a player, just the dealer. To prevent this hurting the blinds, gambling houses usually have all players put in a set smaller amount to seed the pot before the deal, this is commonly referred to as the vein.
The most important but actually least used change in terminology is Coblynau. Bluecap Poker was adapted from Coblyanu, a much older but quite similar game to poker that yields most of the changes in how the variant is played from other variants.
The history of Coblynau itself is very difficult to trace since it was a game highly influenced by its region. The historian Collerin Despurin in her book, Coblynau in the Cave, has the most detailed study of the game and uses its regional variations between the Spefreah and Ushclec mountain ranges in the Eastern Wall to propose a pattern for human migration and settlement from an original evolution in the Punisere desert, all the way north then all the west, then back in all directions to settle the Known world.
Hoyel Vodjriele's Guide to Showdowns, 39th edition suggests the most important difference in definition between Coblynau and Bluecap Poker is that Coblynau doesn't allow wildcards where Bluecap Poker does.
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В древней шахте нашли слепых и бесцветных пауков (фото)
Два новых вида пауков живут под землей в разных частях света. С находкой связано несколько загадок.
Пауки семейства Pholcidae живут по всему миру и отличаются своими длинными тонкими ногами. Поскольку они, как правило, обитают в темных местах, их называют «подвальными пауками». Этих пауков не следует путать с сенокосцами — другим типом длинноногих паукообразных. Их вы наверняка встречали у себя в подъезде.
Теперь ученые нашли два новых вида Pholcidae, сообщает Livescience. Оба живут в подземных местах обитания, из-за чего у них бесцветные тела и слепота.
Один из новых видов Pholcidae нашли в шахтах Пилабра — сухой и каменистой местности в отдаленном уголке Западной Австралии. Этот вид принадлежит к роду Belisana, который, как считалось ранее, живет только в Азии и в более зеленом северо-восточном регионе Австралии.
То, что этот паук обжился далеко от других представителей своего рода, натолкнуло ученых на мысль, что пауки Belisana когда-то были распространены по всей Австралии, но с течением времени и изменением климата (Австралия становилось более засушливой), вымерли. Однако новый вид Belisana coblynau смог приспособиться к жизни в подземных условиях, которые остались относительно неизменными.
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“Fuck you!” - from Violet (@cosmoshearted)
"Bite me one more fucking time and see what happens!" Thad is holding his wrist, index finger pointed upwards, beads of blood welling from the site of said wound. It's stinging already. Poisonous little bitch. That property was the second thing he noticed about her, after the massive ears.
...Third was the horrid, nightmare-fuel teeth.
He'd been alerted to her kind by a researcher he'd poached from a competitor. He'd initially written it off- after all, how many stories are out there about small people? The Pukwudgies of the Wampanoag, the Coblynau of the Welsh, the Knockers of Cornwall's mines, the Dokkaebi of Korea...what's one more legend?
Well. This one has certainly managed to draw blood, so perhaps he should be a bit less of a skeptic.
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wait are we talking all versions of goblins antisemitic now? even the neutral to helpful ones that just look like tiny miners?
thing is y coblynau aren't even goblins. im assuming they were talking about the artists depiction of them though. idk
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The Coblynau
“Under the general title of Coblynau I class the fairies which haunt the mines, quarries and under- ground regions of Wales, corresponding to the cabalistic Gnomes. The word coblyn has the double meaning of knocker or thumper and sprite or fiend; and may it not be the original of goblin? It is applied by Welsh miners to pigmy fairies which dwell in the mines, and point out, by a peculiar knocking or rapping, rich veins of ore. The faith is extended, in some parts, so as to cover the indication of subterranean treasures generally, in caves and secret places of the mountains. The coblynau are described as being about half a yard in height and very ugly to look upon, but extremely good- natured, and warm friends of the miner. Their dress is a grotesque imitation of the miner's garb, and they carry tiny hammers, picks and lamps.
They work busily, loading ore in buckets, flitting about the shafts, turning tiny windlasses, and pounding away like madmen, but really accomplishing nothing whatever. throw stones at the miners, when enraged at being lightly spoken of; but the stones are harmless. Nevertheless, all miners of a proper spirit refrain from provoking them, because their presence brings good luck. They have been known to
Miners are possibly no more superstitious than other men of equal intelligence; I have heard some of their number repel indignantly the idea that they are superstitious at all; but this would simply be to raise them above the level of our common humanity. There is testimony enough, besides, to support my own conclusions, which accredit a liberal share of credulity to the mining class. The Oswestry Advertiser, a short time ago, recorded the fact that, at Cefn, 'a woman is employed as messenger at one of the collieries, and as she commences her duty early each morning she meets great numbers of colliers going to their work. Some of them, we are gravely assured, consider it a bad omen to meet a woman first thing in the morning; and not having succeeded in deterring her from her work by other means, they waited upon the manager and declared that they should remain at home unless the woman was dismissed.' This was in 1874. In June, 1878, the South Wales Daily News recorded a superstition of the quarrymen at Penrhyn, where some thousands of men refused to work on Ascension Day. This refusal did not arise out of any reverential feeling, but from an old and wide-spread superstition, which has lingered in that district for years, that if work is continued on Ascension Day an accident will certainly follow. A few years ago the agents persuaded the men to break through the superstition, and there were accidents each year-a not unlikely occurrence, seeing the extent of works carried on, and the dangerous nature of the occupation of the men. This year, however, the men, one and all, refused to work.' dealing with considerable numbers of the mining class, and are quoted in this instance as being more significant than individual cases would be. Of these last I have encountered many. Yet I should be sorry if any reader were to conclude from all this that Welsh miners are not in the main intelligent, church-going, newspaper-reading men. so, I think, even beyond the common. Their superstitions, therefore, like those of the rest of us, must be judged as 'a thing apart,' not to be reconciled with intelligence and education, but co-existing with them. Absolute freedom from superstition can come only with a degree of scientific culture not yet reached by mortal man.
It can hardly be cause for wonder that the miner should be superstitious. His life is passed in a dark and gloomy region, fathoms below the earth's green surface, surrounded by walls on which dim lamps shed a fitful light. It is not surprising that imagination (and the Welsh imagination is peculiarly vivid) should conjure up the faces and forms of gnomes and coblynau, of phantoms and fairy men. When they hear the mysterious thumping which they know is not produced by any human being, and when in examining the place where the noise was heard they find there are really valuable indications of ore, the sturdiest incredulity must sometimes be shaken. Science points out that the noise may be produced by the action of water upon the loose stones in fissures and pot-holes of the mountain limestone, and does actually suggest the presence of metals.
In the days before a Priestley had caught and bottled that demon which exists in the shape of carbonic acid gas, when the miner was smitten dead by an invisible foe in the deep bowels of the earth it was natural his awe-struck companions should ascribe the mysterious blow to a supernatural enemy. When the workman was assailed suddenly by what we now call fire-damp, which hurled him and his companions right and left upon the dark rocks, scorching, burning, and killing, those who survived were not likely to question the existence of the mine fiend. Hence arose the superstition—now probably quite extinct—of basilisks in the mines, which destroyed with their terrible gaze. When the explanation came, that the thing which killed the miner was what he breathed, not what he saw; and when chemistry took the fire-damp from the domain of faerie, the basilisk and the fire fiend had not a leg to stand on. The explanation of the Knockers is more recent, and less palpable and convincing.
The Coblynau are always given the form of dwarfs, in the popular fancy; wherever seen or heard, they are believed to have escaped from the mines or the secret regions of the mountains. Their homes are hidden from mortal vision. When encountered, either in the mines or on the mountains, they have strayed from their special abodes, which are as spectral as themselves. There is at least one account extant of their secret territory having been revealed to mortal eyes. I find it in a quaint volume (of which I shall have more to say), printed at Newport, Monmouthshire, in 1813. It relates that one William Evans, of Hafodafel, while crossing the Beacon Mountain very early in the morning, passed a fairy coal mine, where fairies were busily at work. Some were cutting the coal, some carrying it to fill the sacks, some raising the loads upon the horses' backs, and so on; but all in the completest silence. He thought this 'a wonderful extra natural thing,' and was considerably impressed by it, for well he knew that there really was no coal mine at that place. He was a person of undoubted veracity,' and what is more, 'a great man in the world-above telling an untruth.'
That the Coblynau sometimes wandered far from home, the same chronicler testifies; but on these occasions they were taking a holiday. Egbert Williams, 'a pious young gentleman of Denbigh- shire, then at school,' was one day playing in a field called Cae Caled, in the parish of Bodfari, with three girls, one of whom was his sister. Near the stile beyond Lanelwyd House they saw a company of fifteen or sixteen coblynau engaged in dancing madly. They were in the middle of the field, about seventy yards from the spectators, and they danced something after the manner of Morris-dancers, but with a wildness and swiftness in their motions. They were clothed in red like British soldiers, and wore red handkerchiefs spotted with yellow wound round their heads. And a strange circumstance about them was that although they were almost as big as ordinary men, yet they had unmistakably the appearance of dwarfs, and one could call them nothing but dwarfs. Presently one of them left the company and ran towards the group near the stile, who were direfully scared thereby, and scrambled in great fright to go over the stile. Barbara Jones got over first, then her sister, and as Egbert Williams was helping his sister over they saw the coblyn close upon them, and barely got over when his hairy hand was laid on the stile. He stood leaning on it, gazing after them as they ran, with a grim copper-coloured countenance and a fierce look. The young people ran to Lanelwyd House and called the elders out, but though they hurried quickly to the field the dwarfs had already disappeared.
The counterparts of the Coblynau are found in most mining countries. In Germany, the Wichtlein (little Wights) are little old long-bearded men, about three-quarters of an ell high, which haunt the mines of the southern land. The Bohemians call the Wichtlein by the name of Haus-schmiedlein, little House-smiths, from their sometimes making a noise as if labouring hard at the anvil. They are not so popular as in Wales, however, as they predict misfortune or death. They announce the doom of a miner by knocking three times distinctly, and when any lesser evil is about to befall him they are heard digging, pounding, and imitating other kinds of work. In Germany also the kobolds are rather troublesome than otherwise, to the miners, taking pleasure in frustrating their objects, and rendering their toil unfruitful. Sometimes they are down- right malignant, especially if neglected or insulted, but sometimes also they are indulgent to individuals whom they take under their protection. ‘When a miner therefore hit upon a rich vein of ore, the inference commonly was not that he possessed more skill, industry, or even luck than his fellow-workmen, but that the spirits of the mine had directed him to the treasure.'
The intimate connection between mine fairies and the whole race of dwarfs is constantly met through- out the fairy mythology; and the connection of the dwarfs with the mountains is equally universal. God,' says the preface to the Heldenbuch, 'gave the dwarfs being, because the land and the mountains were altogether waste and uncultivated, and there was much store of silver and gold and precious stones and pearls still in the mountains.' From the most ancient times, and in the oldest countries, down to our own time and the new world of America, the traditions are the same. The old Norse belief which made the dwarfs the current machinery of the northern Sagas is echoed in the Catskill Mountains with the rolling of the thunder among the crags where Hendrik Hudson's dwarfs are playing ninepins.”
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British Goblins
Wirt Sikes, 1880
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hey just thought you should know you probably shouldn't post pics by richard kern, he's been known to sexually assault young women and is in general a pretty sketchy photographer. i can't find receipts immediately but i'm close to someone who was personally affected by his grossness
I wasn’t aware of this. Unfortunately he has worked on prominent projects featuring artists that we post about here (especially Lydia Lunch and Lung Leg). Just know that if any posts here of female artists are related to his work, we are not condoning his actions or excusing anything he has done. It’s in celebration of the artists, not the director.
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#The Vale of Wales#Coblynau#Mine Faeries#Welsh folklore#VOW#Chapter 8#Page 45#Amanda#Lili#Sal#Vera#Welsh mythology#Wales
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Knocker
The Knocker, Knacker, or Tommyknocker (US) is a mythical, subterranean, gnome-like creature in Cornish and Devon folklore. Its Welsh counterpart is the coblynau. It is closely related to the Irish leprechaun, Kentish kloker and the English and Scottish brownie. The Cornish described the creature as a little person 2 ft 0 in (0.61 m) tall, with a disproportionately large head, long arms, wrinkled skin, and white whiskers. It wears a tiny version of standard miner's garb and commits random mischief, such as stealing miners' unattended tools and food.
Cornish miners believed that the diminutive Knockers beckoned them toward finding rich veins of tin. As miners changed from independent, family-owned operators to hired laborers for large industrialized companies, there was an increased concern for safety, reflected in the knockers new role. They knocked on the mine walls to warn of impending collapse.
Generally considered benevolent, they were also tricksters who would hide tools and extinguish candles. They are similar to the Welsh coblynau.
Pic by Tony DiTerlizzi
One interpretation holds that they are mine-spirits, believed to be the ghosts of the Jews who worked the mines in the 11th and 12th centuries; another view is that they are the spirits of those killed in a mine. To show appreciation, and to avoid future peril, the miners cast the last bite of their tasty pasties into the mines for the Knockers.
In the 1820s, immigrant Welsh and Cornish miners brought tales of the Tommyknockers and their theft of unwatched items and warning knocks to western Pennsylvania. Cornish miners, much sought after in the years following the gold and silver rushes, brought them to Colorado, Nevada, and California. The underground elves became part of the folklore of miners throughout the American West, not just those of Cornish background.
When asked if they had relatives who would come to work the mines, the Cornish miners always said something along the lines of "Well, me cousin Jack over in Cornwall wouldst come, could ye pay 'is boat ride", and so they came to be called Cousin Jacks. The Cousin Jacks refused to enter new mines until assured by the management that the knockers were already on duty. Even non-Cornish miners, who worked deep in the earth where the noisy support timbers creaked and groaned, came to respect the Tommyknockers. The American interpretation of knockers seemed to be more ghostly than elfish.
Belief in the knockers in America remained well into the 20th century. When one large mine closed in 1956 and the owners sealed the entrance, fourth, fifth, and sixth generation Cousin Jacks circulated a petition calling on the mineowners to set the knockers free so that they could move on to other mines. The owners complied. Belief among Nevadan miners persisted amongst its miners as late as the 1930s.
Tommyknocker Brewery in Idaho Springs, Colorado owes its namesake to the mythical creature, and began serving in 1859 to meet the needs of the large number of prospectors, as part of the Colorado Silver Boom.
Knocker also appeared as a name for the same phenomena, in the folklore of Staffordshire miners.
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#illustration#drawing#character design#concept art#insect#moth#coblynau#fae#faerie#digital art#digital illustration#visual development
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Hey just wanted to say that I can’t wait to see what you write next! I love your writing style and you work, sfw or nsfw they are all amazing ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so much!!! I really appreciate you dropping by to leave me this. Next one up should be my cave monster/kobold/coblynau figure… But we’ll see where the winds of inspiration send me… haha.
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Avatars Involved: Wyoming
Something a little different.
This is a four page black and white comic I prepare for Staples Media Expo this weekend. I’ll post a page here for the next few posts
HOPEFULLY that will let me finally get some buffer comics up, which I have not had since my maternity leave. And that way maybe I won’t always be behind *headesk*
IN the mean time, please enjoy this short story about Wyoming meeting the Tommyknockers for the first time.
Also, let me know if you’d like to see more things like this from time to time. I have a few other ideas for more character (less historical) stories.
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