#each uisge

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

Get out of the way, Micah, there’s a new #1 Baylock fan.

#meek’s art #Baylock #rdr2 #red dead redemption fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #rdr2 fanart #baylock rdr2 #Rdr2 baylock #Horse #kelpie #monster #Brook horse #Water horse #Each uisge #I might explain what me and my mutuals have discussed of mythical creature Baylock AU

[blairstales]

Folklore of Scotland Map🧭👻

Do you have an interest in folklore and are traveling Scotland? If so, I have been building a map for you to use!

From spooky stories (like a water-horse shapeshifted into an old woman who kills a girl), to quirky ones (like a well where you toss cheese for the fairies), I am adding it all. All the locations will also link to posts with more information.

I hope it helps!

I will continuously add to it over time.

Note: I haven't tested it on mobile

#folklore #scottish folklore #scottish mythology #scottishfolklore #scotland #scottish #mythology #aos sith #kelpie #kelpies #each uisge #eachuisge #each usige #waterhorse #fae #faeries #fairies

[okami-117]

I made some fakemon with a new discord friend!

meet Uisboroal and Uiseboreus!

And just to share, I’ll also post the drawing process

#pokemon #fakemon #pokemon art #art #drawing #hand drawn #kelpie #each uisge #hippocampus

[kiebs-creative-corner]

🌕 Kelpie

This was for an attempt at Far February back in 2020, but then I got sucked back into PPG so. Oops.

I still am really proud of this piece tho

#fae #fairy #fairfolk #faerie #kelpie #each uisge #limited palette #i miss doing limited palettes #traditional art #marker art #my art #2020

[aldercaps]

What if a horse... was green

#Kelpie #Each uisge #Horsie.... #My art #Been drawing things. Not a lot

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia

Has Augus's prey ever escaped him? And how?

Hi anon!

Yes, actually, because it's in the actual folklore for the Each Uisge.

The very first story I read about the Each Uisge goes something like this:

A young, beautiful maiden lives alone in a small farmhouse, with a small number of farm animals, including a striking white cow with red eyes that gives her the best milk around.

One day, it is late at night and storming very badly, blowing a gale, the farmhouse shuddering in the wind. She has the fire burning in the hearth, and is beginning to doze in her chair when she hears a great knock at the door. Startled, and frightened - who would be on her property at this time of night, during this storm? - she opens the door and sees the most handsome young man she's ever seen.

He has luscious, drenched, straight black hair. Shimmering green eyes. He leans against her doorway.

'Pray tell, will you offer some shelter to a man who got caught in this dreadful storm? I see you have a lovely warm hearth, and I only wish to warm myself by your fire a little, and then I'll be on my way.'

She's reluctant to let a strange man in, but he seems down on his luck, and he's in handsome clothes, so he doesn't seem like a person who will take advantage of her. Still, she feels a shiver go down her spine as she lets him in.

The man goes to the rug before the fire and sits before the fireside, staring into the flames. She goes back to her chair. They make almost no conversation, and he seems almost peaceful. Time goes by, and she relaxes.

But an hour goes by, and she realises that even though his clothes are nearly dry, and his arms, his long black hair is just as wet as ever, drip, drip, dripping onto the rug. As she watches, a curling horror unfolds within her. She has heard stories of a vicious monster - the each uisge - that eats young lads and maidens that lives in the idyllic lake nearby, that is often a malevolent waterhorse, but occasionally the most handsome and polite of men. But when he goes about as a man, his hair remains wet.

Another hour passes and she realises he means to eat her. Heart racing, she pretends at calm - his hair has never gotten closer to drying - and reaches for the hairbrush she keeps on the mantle. She knows one thing about the each uisge, he desires to be dry, despite never being able to be dry, and he desires the creature comforts of a home - including an open fireplace, despite living underwater.

'My lord,' she says, 'let me brush your hair for you. It is so very comely.'

He looks aside at her, and then smirks. 'Why, that would be lovely.'

So she takes a brush to his hair, in slow, soothing strokes. It fills her with dread to be so close to him, for this close she realises that he has not fingernails, but black claws at the tips of his fingers. His hair feels not like a human's in her hands, but a horse's mane. It takes every effort to pretend at calm. She is all alone, and no one will save her.

Eventually the each uisge's eyelids begin to droop, and he sags a little. She takes her chance:

'My lord, if you are feeling tired, perhaps just lie back here against the wooden armchair and rest. Would that suit you?'

'Yes. For you have a lovely fire here.'

He sighs, and she continues to brush and stroke his hair, and over time that green glimmer of his eyes disappears as he falls asleep. She stares down at him, trembling overtaking her, and then she springs up and darts out of the house as fast as she can into the storm.

At once, she hears a terrible, unearthly roar of rage. She's almost paralysed, but she flees as her legs burn and her heart pounds. She can hear horse hooves rapidly approaching, thundering closer, closer, closer-

Then, the sound of a white cow lowing, and she cannot turn and look behind her, because she is maddened by fear, and can only run.

The next morning she returns with the villagers to her farmhouse, telling them of her encounter. There is blood everywhere, and her beautiful white cow with red eyes - a good proper faerie cow - is nowhere to be seen.

They all go down to the lake and see nothing more than a perfect cow's liver resting on the shore.

The maiden weeps in gratitude and pain, for her perfect faerie cow saved her life, and gave hers in turn. The each uisge never returned to her home, and the maiden considered herself lucky to have the protection of the Seelie on her side.

---

Since I've included a lot of the each uisge's actual lore into Augus' character, I've definitely kept this experience in his history!

#asks and answers #augus each uisge #folklore #fairy tales #each uisge #waterhorse #kelpie #fae tales verse #fae tales #this is a much longer telling #the original is like idk 2 paragraphs lmao

[fabledwitch]

My friend : I'm so pleased you're getting more into sea witchcraft, I bet you're working with aphrodite

Me : ...

Ràn and the each uisge : *laughing*

Me : not quite

#each uisge #waterhorse #waterhorses #ràn #goddess ran #norse paganism #folklore #celtic paganism #sea witch #sea witchcraft #witchblr

[monstersandmaw]

👚 Rhion, please!

And maybe Dremora lad when he’s not in his armour?

Rhion is an interesting one. He would probably go for baggy t-shirts and jeans to start with, but maybe he could find some joy in something smarter. His general colour palette would be dark, kelp greens and the dark blues of the deep sea on a sunny day.

Dremora lad is very relaxed. Most of the time he'll just wear his black buckskin leggings with nothing on top (lucky Alys!), but if he does wear more clothes, it'll be a baggy shirt. The closest I could find to what I imagine for his leggings are the dark brotherhood ones, but his don't have the red patches.

#rhion #each uisge #dremora #clothes ask

[we-need-to-talk-about-danhe]

#each uisge #echusak #creatures #creature

[butchviking]

You should relive your glory days of being 11 and bizarrely cringe and read mcr fanfic. Remember who you are. Make your 11 year old self proud. (idk where you were reading it, but i remember most of it being on quizilla and independent, now defunct, forums. RIP to the terrible, terrible original fanfics)

you know, now u mention it, i don't remember where the hell i read it either? i know my main source of fandom was buzznet.com so maybe some was directly posted to there? but it was over half a lifetime ago, i barely remember a thing.

anyway thank u for the support, i suppose with all this encouragement i'm simply going to HAVE to go do it now lmaoo

btw i promise u with my entire heart those were not my glory days they were my rock bottom. waycest/ferard love triangle mpreg is something i never need to go back to

#ask #each uisge

[tearlessrain]

please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!

gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.

SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:

diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.

non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.

the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.

now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.

if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.

if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.

this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.

it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.

but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.

#I found their original stuff while I was researching various waterhorses and their folklore for no reason #because one of the characters in their original work happens to be an each uisge #and then it turned out it ALSO included a lot of figures from welsh folklore in general #so yknow if you happen to have my incredibly specific hyperfixations you'll love it but even if you don't it's great #I didn't mean to bring up phantom of the opera so much it just happens to be very relevant to a lot of my talking points #I haven't actually seen it in years

[tears-of-amber]

Each Uisge vibes today. Can’t decide if I wanna be an evil horse or a hot dude that lures people to their doom. Both sound pretty nice.

#mythology posts #each Uisge

[blairstales]

Happy #TellAFairytaleDay!

Want a love story about a #Waterhorse and a human? Today I am sharing the Scottish folktale, "The Kelpie's Chimney"

Before getting to the story, let’s go over some basic details.

The Kelpies Chimney is a folktale from Loch Garve. Technically, the fairy in this tale should be an each-uisge, not a kelpie, but the folktale called him a kelpie in both the title and the story, so that is how I will keep it.

There are a few different versions of this story with minor differences, so I did my best to merge them in a way that still feels like a fairytale.

Deep within the chilly waters of Loch Garve was a kelpie who often ventured onto land to hunt. It was there, in the form of a horse, that he met a woman and pulled her into the depths to eat. Despite the precarious situation, this woman looked through the waters upon the true form of her hunter, but did not show fear. In return, that hunter looked on at his prey, and no longer saw a meal. After staring on at each other in the depths, they fell in love.

After gifting her with the ability to breathe under water, he took her to his home deep beneath the waves, and for a time, they were happy. However, as days upon days passed by, that happiness began to trickle away from his wife.

“It is cold,” said she, and as the days went on, that complaint became more and more common.

And so, finally listening to her pleas, he took to land in the form of a horse, and ran to the home of the best builder in the Highlands. That builder woke to the sound of hooves slamming at his door. Bewildered, he exited his home and saw the most beautiful horse he had ever seen! It had a sleek black coat, and dark eyes that glimmered with intelligence.

As the builder stroked the horse, it did not startle. Instead it seemed placid of nature, despite the ruckus it had been making at his door not a moment before.

The builder decided a horse this fine surely had a worried owner, so, being the good man he was, he decided to return it to them. He would ride it down the road, and to the nearest town, where someone would surely know the owner.

While the builder swung up onto the horses back, the horse stood patient and still, but the builder thought nothing of it. Owners of fine horses had the funds for fine training, after all.

At the exact moment that the builder was settled, things went very wrong. The coat, once soft and sleek, became impossibly sticky under his hands, gluing every part where he touched to it’s hide.

The horse – whom the builder now knew really to be a kelpie – took off at a speed faster than any horse should be able to reach, and the builder screamed, begging aloud that he would do anything to not die.

Ignoring the builder, the kelpie plunged beneath the water, and swam deeper and deeper.

The builder felt his lungs burn until, unable to hold it anymore, he let out what breath he had…and found he was able to breathe just fine. The kelpie stopped at the bottom of the loch, where both his home and his wife waited for him.

There, the builder was told he would have to keep his promise “to do anything” in return for his life, by building a great chimney.

The builder was confused, saying even he could not build a chimney that could light a fire under water, but the Kelpie assured him that it was only the chimney that was needed.

So, the builder got to work, and the result was the most impressive and beautiful chimney he had ever crafted in the entirety of his career, and more beautiful than anyone would be able to craft in all of time. Even the kelpie was pleased with the results, and lit a fire that warmed the waters from there to the surface above.

The wife cried out with glee, wanting nothing more, which meant most to the Kelpie. Feeling uncharacteristically thankful, the kelpie assured the builder that any net he cast into the lake would always surface full of fish.

Soon after, the builder was set free back on land, and his family never again feared going hungry.

There is still a spot of Loch Garve that never freezes, and it is said it is because of the kelpie and his chimney.

#TellAFairytaleDay #kelpie #waterhorse #fairytale #folktale #scottish #scottishfolklore #scottish mythology #scottish myths #Folktales #each usige #each uisge #scottish folklore #folklore #fairies #mythology #fae #fairy #scotland #history

[aislynndmerricksson]

The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater

Maggie Stiefvater’s The Scorpio Races is a unique YA take on the Gaelic mythology of the water horse, about a dangerous race that takes place on the island of Thisby every November. The story is narrated by two protagonists, Sean Kendrick and Puck Connolly, both of whom are determined to win the race for different reasons. The Scorpio Races is beautifully written. Stiefvater’s lyrical writing…

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#archetypes #author #book #book review #Books #Death #Each uisge #fantasy #Gaelic mythology #growth #heroine #legends #life #loss #myths #novel #paranormal #Review #Scorpio Races #Scottish mythology #water horse

[p0rc3lina]

#also the #each uisge

[octahedral-chaos]

Hey guys, I somehow gotten myself mildly obsessed with Them’s Fightin’ Herds and I made an oc.

Everyone meet Seablast! It’s (she/it/sea) an Each Uisge that just so happen to end up (somehow) becoming the champion of the Blue Lochs, a vast island with many lakes, ponds and rivers near the North-East tip of mainland Foenum. The Blue Lochs is also home of the water horses, bizarre horse-like beings that can control water, shapeshift and do other magical things. However, all water horses are carnivorous, yet they only eat fishes and other non-sapient aquatic animals…

Anyway, Seablast here can create water mimics and projectiles, being a mashup of the Puppeteer and Zoner archetypes. Seas 1st super is creating a pillar of water underneath the opponent, dealing continuous damage for 2 seconds and stunning them for 1 second, 2nd super is Seablast creating several water bombs and throwing it towards the opponent, dealing moderate damage 3 to 6 times and seas 3rd super is creating a large water bomb and ramming it on the opponent, dealing heavy amounts of damage and stunning for 3 seconds. As for personality, she’s quite feisty and mischievous, but is a little bit shy. She also really like to create things, including mimics. She can summon thylacine (fast and agile, but fragile), oilbird (all rounder) and pheasant (heavy hitting and tanky) mimics.

#OCTAfan says stuff #My art #My ocs: Seablast #them’s fightin’ herds #thems fightin herds #tfh oc #Each uisge #kelpie #water horse #tw mild eyestrain #tw bright colours #Long post #I love seas very much #I can’t believe I forgot to post her