Puede que no sea una criatura especialmente sofisticada pero, desde luego, resulta bastante terrorífica. La Mano negra, asustachicos extendido prácticamente por toda España, era sencillamente eso: una mano cercenada, en ocasiones peluda, oscura y con grandes uñas, que se llevaba a los chicos traviesos o directamente los asfixiaba mientras dormían. En Extremadura existían numerosos relatos sobre esta extremidad monstruosa, siendo el más famoso aquel en el que la mano se iba acercando al cuarto del niño díscolo anunciando su llegada hasta que este, aterrorizado, pedía perdón por su mal comportamiento. Entonces la mano negra huía diciendo: “La mano negra soy, y por donde he venido me voy”. Una curiosa variación de este monstruo la encontramos en Santa Marta de Tera (Zamora), donde la mano se llevaba a los niños que comían chocolate a escondidas.
Por otro lado también estaba la Manona, presente en Asturias, Castilla y Extremadura, de la que ya hablamos al tratar el tema del Inguma y otros duendes nocturnos. Lo cierto es que la Manona (y también el Pisadiellu asturiano, que puede adoptar una forma muy parecida) encaja perfectamente en esta categoría de indeseables visitantes que nos asfixian y turban nuestro descanso en la noche. Por ejemplo, Jesús Callejo recogió en las Hurdes (Extremadura) que esta criatura con forma de mano recorría uno a uno los huesos de la columna vertebral del durmiente provocándole temblores y escalofríos. Pero también se daba a otras maldades, como desordenar las herramientas de labranza y sembrar el caos en los hogares.
Algunos asocian el origen de este asustachicos con las acciones violentas de la organización anarquista “La mano negra”, causante de numerosos atentados en la Andalucía rural de finales del siglo XIX, pero lo cierto es que los términos “manpesada” y “manpesadilla” ya se utilizaban en los siglos XVI y XVII para describir a los duendes nocturnos anteriormente mencionados. Sea como sea, las Manos negras o Manonas lograron sobrevivir hasta las últimas décadas del siglo XX, seguramente revitalizadas por algunas películas de terror y misterio que utilizaron extremidades cercenadas como antagonistas. Personalmente, recuerdo que mi madre me contaba cómo durante los años 70 los muchachos de EGB se asustaban los unos a los otros con la Mano negra, capaz de aparecer en sus casas y asfixiarles apretándoles la garganta.
Tan universal es este asustachicos que también se encuentra presente en México y Colombia bajo el nombre de Mano peluda, la cual vive en los sótanos y a veces se deja ver a través de las ventanas y los huecos de las paredes para amedrentar a los chiquillos díscolos.
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paring: astarion x tav/oc - astarion x manona
word count: 266 (so smol)
a/n: so i have chronic fatigue syndrome and I've been going through a lot recently. It's been triggering a lot of episodes but that's besides the point. So I'm making my bg3 oc (manona) have cfs and i wrote a little thing of her and astarion while she experiences an episode. Part of me feela like it's out of character for him but it's not in my game?? Anyway it's under the cut
Manona had been pushing herself all day and she was growing exhausted while her companions were still doing just fine. They had only walked around gathering camp supplies and it wasn’t far but the constant sunlight had gotten to her. Manona let Shadowheart take the lead and she walked behind the group. When they stopped to do some trading in Emerald Grove, Manona leaned against a rock wall and closed her eyes for a bit. Rest, finally. Astarion had noticed how tired she was and moved to stand next to her so she wouldn’t fall over.
After a moment, she stirred and woke. She saw Shadowheart and Gale still doing trading but no Astarion. She looked around and saw him next to her, causing her to jump. The little bit of adrenaline woke her a bit.
“Are you alright, darling? You were sleeping standing up,” Astarion said.
“Yeah, it’s the fatigue spell,” she told him. He knew about her chronic illness and he tried to help her when he could.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” He asked. He had a feeling that she had been pushing herself today.
“I didn’t want anyone to be upset,” she admitted, avoiding eye contact with him. He shaped her face with one of his hands, causing her to look at him.
“Darling, I’d rather you tell me when you’re like this instead of pushing yourself. I don’t need you passing out on me. When we get back to camp, you’re taking a nap,” he said.
“But-“
“No, you need to rest, my love,” he said before kissing her forehead.
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Basics
-Full name: Manona Faedun
-Age: 81 in half elf years
-Sexual Orientation: bi
-Pronouns: she/her
Looks
-Ethnicity: white
-Race: high half-elf
-Skin tone: light with pink undertones and freckles
-Eye color: grey-blue
-Hair color: blonde with pink ends
-Hairstyle: usually in two braids and two buns
-Build: medium
-Height: 5’6”
Personality
-General personality traits: kind, curious, rebellious
-Flaws: slow on some social cues, clumsy, anxious
-Habits and mannerisms: talks with hands, fiddles with what her hands can grab
-Secrets: betrothed to someone back home
-Regrets: sneaking out the night she was abducted
-Skills/talents: magic, persuasion}
-Likes: the stars, hot gossip (harmless), cuddling, steamy kisses
-Dislikes: mud, people trying to take her eyes, spiders, awkward silence
-Sense of humor: dry, witty
-Guilty pleasure: letting Astarion feed on her
Relationships (will change as things progress)
-Friends: Shadowheart, Gale, Halsin, Lae’zel, Wyll, Karlach
-Family: a mother, a father, an older sister, two older brothers
-Enemies: goblins, The Absolute
-Lovers: a few back home (formally), Astarion (eventually)
-Relationship status: betrothed
context: manona comes from a noble background, this is at the end of the game so minor spoilers
Manona turned her attention back to the entrance as the sun finally dipped fully below the horizon. She folded her hands in front of her as she waited for Astarion to arrive. She was excited to see him. They both had been sneaking out and seeing each other since everything was back to normal. They didn’t have to sneak around but they found an excitement in it. Sneaking around at night was also helpful since he was back to being a regular vampire.
Then, she saw Astarion enter through the gates. Manona’s lips formed into a smile as he approached on his horse. He smiled when he saw her waiting for him, she was wearing the red gown that he sent her. It was the same red as the details in his outfit. Once at the steps, he got off the horse, allowing the valet to take care of it. He stood at the bottom of the steps, gazing at her. She looked beautiful. He bowed and she curtsied before he made his way up the steps to her. He took her hand in his and brought her knuckles to his lips.
“You look stunning, my love,” he said, holding a gaze with her.
