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some rocky shore characters

From Fairy Legends and Traditions of the South of Ireland (1825)

The one from British Goblins: Welsh Folk-lore, Fairy Mythology, Legends and Traditions (1880) appears to be copied from it (if the dates are correct)

皆さん今日もお疲れさまでした。

ちょい前の、深夜の指定席から、こんばんは^^

今夜は、動画の編集を

オヤスミナサイ Good night

Pwca's Laighin'

+ my g. great gramma said when i was born, that she remarked that she didnt know if she could ever love me because i looked too much like my father (oof damn), and I ended up quickly changing to look like my mom and ??? something else. She is still the most active ancestor in my daily life.

+ physically disabled in myriad ways bc my body is just not human and not meant to function here or is inherently frail or something. sometimes faeries would give their frail babies to humans to raise?

+ Madness and odd behaviors and inclinations that arent easily boxed into clinical labels even despite the autism n shit being stereotypical of changeling identified folks.

+ a long history into childhood of liking the name Puck/relating to Puck, and eventually going on to relate to various fae called pookas, down to shapeshifting to and having hearttypes/theriotypes of forms like fox, crow, wolf, dog, goat, cat, rabbit, human, and more that are related to pookas.

+ have a "true form" that has looked eerily the same as at least 2-3 other self described pookas in the kin community that i had no influence on or from. Very Large, almond shaped eyes like alien eyes, a long, lion-like tail, an oddly lanky + bony body with a big tummy, a long mane, a featureless semi-animal face, and features that shapeshift over time.

+ look physically like a Fair person, get commented on as fairy-looking all the time, have small pointed ears, eyes that have ... characteristics both ethnic and Fair, we will say, and other physical characteristics of Fair Folk

+ everyone that joins our system doesnt just gain a connection to humanity (each in their own specific way, for me its prehistoric pre-humans) but their own connection to animality and shapeshifting and other traits that are distinctly not human, no matter what species or fictotypes they came in as. I suspect this is bc its just hardwired in.

probably lots of other very personal things ill keep to myself for now. Wondering if anyone else relates to this, in the sense of being a biological changeling and/or having this specific sort of "true form" Pooka presentation?

Original fiction, specifically "the Fairy/Changeling WIP" Word count: 335

Toby stumbled backwards and fell as the boar approached.

It was the size of a pony, with wicked tusks and wild eyes and hooves that looked like they could crush a changeling's skull with one stomp. But that's not what frightened Toby the most.

It was the smell. A scent that was so familiar, under the stench of rot.

He was too scared to run, too scared to scream, let alone shapeshift—he just cowered in a ball as the beast charged, and probably would have died if Kallie hadn't jumped forward and killed it for him.

"The hell, kid?" she grumbled, grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet. "I mean, you could just turn into a bird and fly away, but sure. Let me do all the work for you."

"Th-That was a pooka" was all he could think to say.

Kallie frowned, glancing at the fallen boar. "It was? Like you?"

He shook his head.

"I mean it...used to be a pooka. It went Unseelie."

"Huh," she said simply. Then, "I thought it was just some stupid animal."

"That's what happens to pookas who go Unseelie. Or—that's what makes us go Unseelie, most of the time. When a pooka starts acting like an animal so much, they forget how to be people." He hugged himself, suddenly looking very small. "The Unseelie Court uses them as guard dogs. They used to say they were gonna turn me into one, too."

He was shaking. If Toby's dad or brothers had been there, they probably would have hugged him. Everett or Dorothy would have probably put a hand on his shoulder and given an awkward pep talk.

Kallie was not as skilled with this sort of thing.

"Well. Good thing that didn't happen," she muttered. "Now come on. Let's get out of here before any other monsters show up."

She took his hand and led him away. Toby followed, giving one last look at the dead boar.