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madcat-world · 4 months
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The Wild Hunt - AnatoFinnstark
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tacccja · 3 months
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one day little ursula gertneryn sees the wild hunt with her own eyes.
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alterlest · 6 months
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𓃶 What Is The Wild Hunt?
The Wild Hunt is a common belief among many Northern European cultures. In short, the hunt is a cavalcade of ghosts, spirits, fairies, elves, and other spiritual beings that is said to sweep across our world every year. Depending on where your beliefs come from, when it happens will differ.
It is commonly believed that the leader of The Wild Hunt is a deity or figure of importance of some kind, such as Odin/Woden in Norse and Saxon traditions, or King Arthur in British lore. Other leaders of the hunt include but are not limited to:
𖤓 Arawn or Gwyn ap Nudd, commonly seen as the Welsh lords of Annwn
𖤓 Danish king Valdemar Atterdag
𖤓 The Norse dragon slayer Sigurd
𖤓 Biblical figures like Cain, Gabriel, Herod and the devil
𖤓 Gothic king Theodoric the Great
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𓃶 What Did People Do For The Wild Hunt?
The Wild Hunt was generally seen as a bad omen; one for destruction, famine, war, plague, or the death of the one who saw it. In many traditions, witnessing the hunt would result in the viewer being abducted to Otherworld or Underworld. Other times, those who were not protected would have their souls pulled from their bodies while they sleep, and they would join the menagerie of the dead.
To avoid this fate, people in Wales, for example, began the tradition of carving pumpkins as a way to avoid being taken by the fae. In Scandinavia, offerings like bread were put outside the home as an offering to the spirits joining Odin for the hunt.
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𓃶 When is The Wild Hunt?
Depending on where your beliefs stem from, there are various answers to this question.
In Britain, The Wild Hunt is associated with the autumn season, specifically around and on Samhain/The Autumn Equinox.
Scandinavian tradition tells us that they prepared for the hunt around December, specifically Yule/The Winter Equinox.
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𓃶 What Entities Are A Part of the Wild Hunt?
Many entities are associated with the Wild Hunt in different areas. These entities include but are not limited to:
𖤓 The Fae (The Sidhe, The Tlywyth Teg, etc)
𖤓 Spirits of the Dead
𖤓 Demons
𖤓 Valkyries
𖤓 The Spirits of Huntsmen or Nobles
𖤓 Horses (sometimes with an abnormal amount of legs)
𖤓 Wolves and dogs (sometimes spiritual in nature, i.e. the Cwn Annwn)
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xoxojuniper · 2 years
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episode promo art by sam alden my beloved
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The Wild Hunt of Odin – Peter Nicolai Arbo // The Horror and the Wild – The Amazing Devil
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turquoisemagpie · 6 months
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Tonight We Fly.
(To encompass the Halloween feels differently from the obvious, I decided to draw the Wild Hunt: a repeating mythology that’s worth looking into.)
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Emma to Cristina
Dear Cristina,
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I realize the message I just sent you probably didn’t make a lick of sense, so after you’ve read it, toss it and read this. I was in kind of a hysterical state when I wrote it — I’ve been wanting to tell you all about what was going on with Mina being kidnapped for days, but I couldn’t. Then, when I could, it all just kind of poured out. Again, sorry!
It was awful not being able to say anything to you about what was happening. I’ve always hated politics, as you know—but however unusual your (and Mark’s) position, the Seelie Court would certainly consider you part of Kieran’s retinue, and we were expressly forbidden from contacting either Court about the fact that Mina was kidnapped right out of her bedroom here at Blackthorn Hall. And we obeyed to the letter.
So, it turned out the person who’d spearheaded the kidnapping was Mother Hawthorn, the nursemaid to the First Heir, who chose to marry a Shadowhunter. She’s had a complicated relationship with Shadowhunters, especially Herondales (who DOESN’T have a complicated relationship with Herondales, I ask you) ever since — and now she was demanding to see Kit if we ever wanted to get Mina back.
Nobody wanted Kit to do it, even though everyone was desperately afraid for Mina. But he was determined. There was no stopping him. So arrangements were made through a bunch of faerie go-betweens for Kit to meet Mother Hawthorn. She had demanded a rendezvous near river water, so we went down to the Promenade in Chiswick. There’s an itty bitty park there, and a little bandstand. We all — me and Julian, Tessa and Jem and Kit — walked down there, pretty quietly and somberly. Tessa kept stroking Kit’s back, and it was clear she was trying not to cry. Jem looked like he wanted to kill someone. Kit just looked determined. And Jules — well, I’ll get to Jules.
We stayed some distance away while Kit crossed the dry grass toward the bandstand. As he approached, Mother Hawthorn came out of the trees, holding Mina, and started walking toward him.
Jules and I both tensed up, in case either Jem or Tessa made a break for the baby. We wouldn’t have blamed them, but we knew they couldn’t be allowed to do it – Kit had to be able to try to get Mina without a violent fight. All I can say is, you can kind of see how much they’ve both been through and endured over all the time they've been alive. They clutched each other’s hands and neither of them moved, even though you could see how desperately they wanted to run to their children. It was an incredible display of control, and heart-breaking too.
Kit and Mother Hawthorn came together in front of the bandstand. Of course we couldn’t hear anything of their conversation, but we could see that Mina immediately put her arms out for Kit. Kit tried to reach for her, but Mother Hawthorn held up a hand. She clearly wouldn’t give her back, and they started arguing. I could tell how angry Kit was, even though he was trying to hold onto control. He kept shaking his head no over and over, almost every time Mother Hawthorn spoke.
Anyway, after a couple of minutes of that, Mother Hawthorn started to laugh. She looked over — she clearly saw us and didn’t care — and snapped her fingers. Kit was flung to the ground; he rolled over and came up on his feet, but by then black vines were whipping up out of the ground, slashing at him, winding around his legs. Mina was screaming so loudly we could hear her.
“That’s enough,” Jem snarled, and started across the street. But Julian put a hand on his shoulder.
“Wait,” he said, and we all stared at him — you know I have utter faith in Julian, but for a moment even I wondered if he’d gone crazy.
And then. Then there was this huge noise. I thought it was a helicopter at first, or maybe a bunch of helicopters, but then I realized no, the sound was stranger than that — it was hooves, beating against the sky. They passed over us and—it was Gwyn and Diana! I mean, it was the whole Wild Hunt, there were a couple dozen of them, some on horses, some on winged creatures I’d never seen before. But in front was Gwyn, with Diana on another horse behind him, her hair streaming out behind her.
Diana swooped down and grabbed Mina right out of Mother Hawthorn’s arms. Gwyn was right behind her, and seized up Mother Hawthorn in one arm—that guy is, uh, pretty strong I guess—and kind of slung her over the back of his horse. It looked pretty dangerous for Mother Hawthorn but you know, not a lot of sympathy for kidnappers here.
Diana swooped (the Wild Hunt does a lot of swooping, as you may recall) over to us, and gently handed Mina off to Jem and Tessa. Then Diana winked at us and rose back into the sky, and she and Gwyn and the whole rest of the Hunt ascended faster than I would have thought possible. I guess they had to get Mother Hawthorn away from us, which made sense. Anyway, they disappeared into the clouds and were gone.
I have to say, Diana’s wink was pretty badass. It made me miss doing badass stuff, a little. I think I’ll take Cortana out back tonight and seriously behead some weeds.
So anyway. Kit was running back toward us, and Tessa was crying in relief and Jem was staring at where the Wild Hunt had disappeared. Mina, of course, was fine. She kept saying, “Horsies!” which was hilarious, and then Kit got there and started fussing over her, and Julian and I stepped away to give the four of them space for their reunion.
Julian had one of those Looks on his face, and I had a hunch. “That was you, right?” I said. “You contacted the Wild Hunt.”
He shrugged. “Mother Hawthorn said not to contact the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, but the Wild Hunt is neither. They don’t swear allegiance to anybody.”
“Neither does Mother Hawthorn,” I said. “So it was like, ‘Wild fey, come get your wild friend, she is getting too wild?’”
“Something like that,” he said, and his voice was casual but I could tell he was pleased with himself. And all right, fine, I was pleased with him too, and I told him so.
On the way back to the house we asked Kit what it was Mother Hawthorn even wanted. He said she wanted to tell him he was the descendent of the first you-know-who (I know Kieran has told you something about Kit’s faerie heritage, but not all of it, and most people don't know) and that she had come to take him to live in Faerie where he belongs. He said he tried to make it clear that he didn’t want to live in Faerie, that he was satisfied with the life he had (although he kind of looked over at Jem and Tessa while he said it and I think satisfied is maybe less embarrassing to say than how he actually feels, which is much better than that). She just kept telling him it was his destiny and his duty, his fate would come for him soon enough if he didn’t bend to it, blah blah faerie stuff, you know how they are. (Uh, no offense if you’re reading this too, Kieran.)
I don’t think he was telling the whole truth, though, because Mother Hawthorn went to a lot of trouble just to send a message like that. I mean she could have put that on a postcard. It wasn’t anything Kit didn’t already know, basically. I am sure there was more she said that Kit didn’t want to share — I could tell from his expression. I hope he’ll tell Jem and Tessa, when he’s ready. At least we can be pretty sure Gwyn will make sure Mother Hawthorn stays away from him  — it’s one less thing to worry about.
That’s about all the news from here, and I’m so relieved to be able to share it with you finally. I guess if Kieran needs more information he should reach out to Gwyn; I’ve told you pretty much all I know.
Take care, and talk to you soon, and love to K and M!
Emma
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tomoleary · 24 days
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Mike Mignola - Hellboy: The Wild Hunt #3 (2009) Source
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spacedace · 1 month
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John Constantine knew what he was. Knew he wasn’t a good man. He tried, sometimes. Got credit for it more often than he should. But at the end of the day, he was a bastard of the highest sort and nothing was going to change that fact. A rogue and a rake through and through. He lied, he cheated, he stole, and delighted in doing so. Cut from the same cloth as ol’ Stingy Jack who tricked the devil into letting him live longer than he should and managed to keep himself out of hell to boot after he’d finally shuffled off his mortal coil. John liked to think his cloth had been sewn into a much sharper suit though. He’d been clever enough to avoid the dying altogether, no carrying around smoldering turnips in the bleak between of closed-off afterlives for him, thanks. He was a charlatan and a scoundrel, and many, many worse things besides. John knew what he was. The woman who appeared in his dank and stinking flop house room in the middle of the night knew what he was too.
The Wild Hunt calls. For better or worse, John Constantine answers.
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Chapter 6 is up! 😄
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this better be legible this time
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madcat-world · 3 months
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Wild Hunt Warrior - Isis Sangaré
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spindelsart · 1 year
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Cerys an Craite
I used a standard ink ps brush, for the sketch, in case anyone wonders ^^
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bamf-jaskier · 1 year
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EREDIN/BRÍAN
The Witcher: Blood Origin - Of Dreams, Defiance, and Desperate Deeds: Ep 2
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woodelf68 · 9 months
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For Dogust. The Cŵn Annwn, the red-eared white hounds of the Wild Hunt in Welsh mythology. Annwn, the Welsh Otherworld, is said to be either ruled by King Arawn (as cited in the Mabinogion, the earliest Welsh prose stories) or Gwyn ap Nudd (king of the Fair Folk in later medieval lore). Some say the hunt rides through the sky, chasing wandering spirits, others that their hunting grounds include the mountain of Cadair Idris, where hearing the baying of the hounds is a foretelling of death. "Cŵn" is plural for "hounds", the singular form is "Ci".
I'm sure they're good doggies who like ear skritches just like any other.
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drawingsbynad · 5 months
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Geralt. . I wanted to try some painterly style and I kinda liked it.
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paperback-rascal · 1 year
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I hate portals.
-Geralt of Rivia
hey! @eskelhashugetitties, how about another The Witcher x God of War crossover?
At the beginning I was thinking of drawing GOWR!Atreus and TW3!Ciri but though that GOW2018!Atreus and TW3flashbacks!Ciri would be way cuter and more... emotionally compromising?
let me explain...
Kratos surely though of Calliope when traveling with Ciri, while her constant chatter reminds him of Atreus. For the most part, Kratos fought with himself to NOT to bond with the "girl". But what broke his oath to not get emotional was Ciri having a terrible nightmare about the Slaughter of Cintra, which reminded Kratos how he wreaked havoc at the Temple of Athena. The God Of War ended up holding Ciri close for the rest of the night, as she cried, sniffled and babbled that she wanted to go home... she eventually fall asleep on him utterly exhausted.
Ciri became fast friends with Brok - as he is closer in character with dwarfs from the Continent and she proudly showcases him how Geralt taught her how to blow nose through fingers - Brok claimed it's really great skill to have, while Sindri gags mortified by how unhygienic the girl is. Sindri is later even more confused because Ciri was taught a proper etiquette - she is a princess after all - she just refuse to be proper.
Geralt planned to bring Atreus to Kaer Morhen and make him a proper witcher - the original route was to the Witchers' Keep. However, Geralt changed his plans as the "boy" was constantly talking about his father and the quest to bring his mother's ashes to their resting place. So after few days of storytelling and relentless questioning, Geralt started to feel bad about his original plan and decided to meet Yennefer and ask the sorceress if there is any way to bring the boy back where he belonged - if it was impossible he'd go back to his original idea.
During fulfillment of one of the monster contracts Geralt dragged Atreus to, the young archer got extremely sick (plot from GOW 2018), the witcher decided to change the route again and stop by Temple of Melitele and show the boy to Mother Neneke first - the archpriestess couldn't tell what exactly ailed Atreus, however she quenched his thirst of knowledge (to a degree) during their stay at the temple.
Not to mention, Atreus surely tried to learn Signs at some point of the journey!
What made both Ciri and Atreus trust their temporary guardians in the first place? It was the way Kratos and Geralt both grunt in a similar manner... and a lot.
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see my other The Witcher x God of War crossover artworks -> [HERE] <-
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The witcher saga (books) © Andrzej Sapkowski + The Witcher trilogy (video games) © CDProjektRED
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