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UnderTale AU
So I've been getting into folklore, irish folklore and I thought about undertale and made the connection in my head
The dogs/dog like enemies are wolfwalkers
And I was thinking of torial and Astrale and the king (I can't spell his name) being the Tuatha de danann or fairies
Maybe undyne being a selkie
Pucà somewhere, I'll think about it some more
I'll think more about it
"Hey, pretty girl, ready to go?" I asked as I rubbed my Púca's ears.
She neighed.
I told her before leaving, "Alright, I'll go and you come find me when you're ready, okay?"
I was just leaving when I felt a light hand on my shoulder. Behind me there was a young lady with black hair, a black dress with red accents, but the thing that stood out the most about her were her brilliant red eyes and horse ears that stuck up out of her hair.
"How do I look?" she asked before giving me a slow twirl.
I took her hands in mine, once she stopped, and kissed her cheek, murmuring, "Beautiful, as always." I unclipped my cloak. "You will need to hide your ears, though." I held my cloak out to her.
"Won't you get cold?" she asked, concern lighting her brilliant eyes. How did I get so lucky to get such a caring Púca such as her?
I smiled, "No, I'll be fine."
Hey eyes flickered between my eyes and the cloak before gingerly taking my offered article of clothing.
When she finally had it adjusted with her ears flat against her head, she asked, "Is this good?"
"You look human." I held my arm out to her. "Ready to go?"
My Púca was literally bouncing as she took my arm. She was beaming and just as giddy as a little kid. I looked forward and guided her out into the bustling streets full of people dressed up as monsters and heroes.
"Hey, pretty girl," I murmured to the Púca I adopted when she was a small filly.
She grunted a quiet greeting before she came up to me. She grabbed a bit of the fabric on my shoulder and gave it a gentle tug.
"How long has it been since I last saw you?"
She whinnied but let go of my shoulder.
"Since yesterday?" I gave a fake frustrated sigh, "That's too long!" I hugged her around her neck. Her fur was coarser than that of other horses and ponies I've met but I wouldn't change anything about her. The other ones are nice but they aren't her.
She nudged me enough to take a small step back, reminding me why I originally came down to visit her.
"Do you want a snack?" I asked her. "Snack?"
She nuzzled me a bit harder.
"Which hand is the snack in?" She was always a smart girl.
She stood there for a moment before nudging my right shoulder. I rolled the apple to my right hand and held it out to her.
"Smart girl," I murmured as she ate the apple. I rubbed her ears just the way she likes it. "I'm going to talk to my big, fat, mean brother to see if I can't bring you into the court so I can give you all the love and rubs you want." I couldn't stop a soft chuckle. "He isn't big, fat, or mean."
The Púca I've known since she was a filly nickered in agreement. She's met my brother and likes him well enough but still doesn't like how he keeps her from me.
"You be nice to him the next time you see him, okay?" I murmured against her forehead.
A sketch of a nearby barrow. There is a children’s graveyard associated with it (the small stones you see); since stillborn or unbaptized children could not be buried on hallowed ground, in a proper cemetery, people in Ireland in 18-19 centuries buried their stillborn and unbaptized babies themselves. Such improvised unofficial graveyards were normally located in church ruins, on ring forts or on barrows, that is, in spaces that were vernacularly considered sacred / liminal.
This one has a very peaceful vibe in life. I like to think that whoever lies there looks after these children ‘entrusted’ to them.
pov: Lugh Samildánach offers you a game of fidchell. your bet?
Manannán mac Lir getting ready to remove someone's head.
Celtober 2023 Day 3: Seduction
Morrígan seduces a hero with a bloody and terrible death (hence aided written on the ogham stone in the background), he's duly enthralled, and his fate is sealed.