#gytrash

[mythicmayhemcomic]

The Tale Of Gytrash

Come meet the spooky puppo Gytrash! Also! Mythic Mayhem now has its own website! Which is mobile friendly too!

#mythic mayhem #webtoon #webcomic #gwydion #goch #dragon #mythology #myth #fantasy #welsh dragon #gytrash #west yorkshire #england #ghost #dog #hound

[secretlyaraven]

The Gytrash

#my art #personal #gytrash #folklore #2021

[dunderbread]

mitzi gytrash – a psychic from a family line born with jewels embedded in their bodies (hers just happens to be in her eye). she can use telephones to communicate with the things beyond this realm

#oc #original character #mitzi gytrash #kurtz characters #saltyarts

[the-swift-tricker]

in the book when jane eyre first encounters rochester riding on his horse she thinks he may be a type of goblin or spirit called a gytrash. no girl he's just a trash guy.

#jane eyre #mr rochester #edward rochester #charlotte bronte #gothic #gothic literature #classic literature #swift-tricker's posts

[pinkheart22]

TTPD The Black Dog, Charlotte Brontë & Dear Reader

Taylor mentions Charlotte Brontë in her opening to her Quill Pen Songs Playlist on Apple Music:

Quill Pen Lyrics are those that Taylor Swift has written with an imaginary quill in her hand, marked by period-piece detail and what she's described as "antiquated" words and phrasing, like language plucked from a Charlotte Bronte novel.

"If I was inspired to write it after reading Charlotte Brontë or after watching a movie where everyone is wearing poet shirts and corsets."

The album color of the Black Dog is Ink Black, which alludes to using ink for a quill pen.

How does The Black Dog relate to Charlotte Brontë?

Charlotte Brontë wrote a novel Jane Eyre.  In the 1847 novel, Jane Eyre, comes across a Gytrash which is a goblin or spirit which takes the form of a horse, mule, or large dog.  Typically found in the North of England, the Gytrash “haunted solitary ways” and often surprised unwary traveler's as they journeyed alone in the dusk.

solitary ways are when you are walking alone; without companions; unattended.

The black dog, while also has the meaning of depression; If we look at it in the context of the Gytrash, the dog can be a death omen, and lead people astray, BUT they can also be benevolent, guiding lost traveler's to the right road. They are usually feared.

Taylor is being led by the Black Dog, or Could she BE the Black Dog?

In dear reader, she says :

Never take advice from someone who's falling apart - depression

Get out your map, pick somewhere and just run - she leaves, alone, running away as a traveler

Burn all the files, desert all your past lives And if you don't recognize yourself That means you did it right - i think without her past she is now unwary. shes started fresh not knowing dangers

When you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss - the dog is a death omen, also could be referred as a hell hound

You should find another guiding light - The Black Dog can guide traveler's astray.

So I wander through these nights - the black dog, and traveler's wander in the dusk

If you knew where I was walking To a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there - solitary

Where I pace in my pen - the color ink black of the album

No one sees when you lose When you're playing solitaire - she literally mentions, solitaire, in this line. she is alone

@taylorswift @taylornation

posted march 4 2024

#taylor swift #taylorswift #taylornation #taylurking #eras tour #the tortured poets department #the eras tour #ts11 #midnights #ttpd #dear reader #the black dog #ttpd the black dog #tstheerastour #ts theories #taylor swift the tortured poets department #taylor swift the eras tour #taylor swift theories #taylor swift the archer #swifties #taylor swift eras #taylor nation #taylors version #the albatross #ttpd the manuscript

[derpypig44]

various sketches for school; an arachne, gytrash, mermaid, kitsune, chimera, basilisk, werewolf, quetzalcoatl, manticore, and a phoenix

#art #digital art #my art #original art #sketch #drawing #digital drawing #artists on tumblr

[dogmandotcom]

Being a Folklore Dog

I’ve been meaning to write about my nonhumanity for a while now so hi, I’m dogbeast~! I’m a human-ish weredog shapeshifting fae dog monster ;-)

My system’s best guess right now is that I’m a fusion of two previous alters, but I would’ve fused before we realised we were a system so we don’t really remember how that process went down. I’m fairly sure I’m a fusion of a human lad and a black monster dog which is why I’m both human and a dog cryptid~ ♡

I’m specifically a black monster dog from British folklore like a barghest, shuck, gytrash or padfoot (I’m not a church grim even though they can appear as black dogs, that’s a slightly different kind of beast to me 😌). I have more of a connection to the area of the UK we grew up in than a lot of my other headmates and being a British folklore dog is really important to me and my connection to my home. I’m a pretty sociable and chill guy but I’m also super queer and it’s hard sometimes to grow up in a conservative rural area and feel like an outcast in a place that means so much to you. Black shuck is a monster but it’s a monster that belongs in East Anglia. I’m a medieval european historian too and it feels so right that I have this connection to the history of my home. I’m an old monster and I’ve always been here and always will be here.

✨Dehumanisation✨ reasons aside though being a black dog doesn’t feel like a negative thing for me at all. I’m a lot more stable and happier as a fused alter than either of my component parts were and I love being a big scary monster weredog~ Black dogs are also considered ghost dogs and fairy dogs and I think I can definitely see myself as a fae human weredog thing 👀

Literally in the middle of writing this lol I remembered that @who-is-page coined the word folcintera and I think that might fit what I am - a weredog who’s nonhumanity is intrinsically tied to British folklore 😌 Theriomythic works for me too I think! Honestly I haven’t existed in my current form for more than a few months so I’m still figuring out the details of what exactly I am haha but folcintera and theriomythic feel right for now

#I hope u don’t mind the tag page I saw that u wanted to be tagged in personal folcintera stuff when I was searching the term 😌💞 #alterhuman #dog therian #therian #otherkin #theriomythic #folcintera #dogbeastposting

[thefaezoo]

There are seemingly endless stories across many different cultures involving visions of a giant black dog. However, it seems as though the tale is originally either Celtic, Germanic, or British. It has since expanded as far as the Americas.

Many say this creature is a manifestation of the devil, or a guardian to lead you into the underworld - but most agree that the dog is in some way or another an omen of death. Despite this grim imagery, there are some that state that the creature itself is generally harmless, and even friendly at times.

Given that this spectral dog spans many cultures, there are many different names given to the creature. Depending on who you ask, he could be "the yeth hound", "huay chivo", "capelthwaite", "gytrash", "oude rode ogen", "cadejo", and/or "dip".

#celtic folklore #germanic folklore #british folklore #south american folklore #central american folklore #latin folklore #american folklore #black dog #hellhound #tw dog #tw death #my post

[theresthesnitch]

PADFOOT IS NOT SOME WEIRD ASS NAME JKKKR MADE UP

My mind is absolutely blown

In Lancashire, the black hound is called Barguist, Grim, Gytrash, Padfoot, Shag, Skriker or Striker, and Trash.

I can't. This is information I don't know what to do with.

#thoughts from snitch #Padfoot #what the fuuuuck

[worminsndtier]

Kotestu is a grim

This is a fact Barnaby knew, one he wished to push down as far as he possibly can. Telling everyone that he's just a ghost dog, trying not to raise suspicion when Kotestu melts into his shadow. Of course no one would ever bat an eye towards them, in a world of superpowers, the supernatural isn't as adnormal as one would think.

It doesn't change much about it if no one thought too deeply about it. Rather if anyone even knew what a grim was they probably wouldn't bat an eye. That's not the issue, the issue Barnaby is experiencing is specifically how powerful having a grim could be.

Church grims are known as guardian dogs that roamed graveyards to keep them keep trespassers that came to vandalize gravestones or rob the dead. But they are also known as Gytrash, Black Shuck, Barghest, or just Black dogs.

Black dogs that are thought to be malevolent and sinister shapeshifting creatures that would either guide travelers to the right path or guide them to become lost, unable to return. Barnaby has learned through time that Kotestu would never trick him, but he's seen him do it to others. Hiding in shadows when he was younger, growing at impossible feats, and covering him in inky blackness to scare away bullies and such.

He's also seen what happens what happens when it gets taken too far. Tiny clicks of nails turning into scrapings of talons on concrete, the dripping of warm blood onto unclothed skin. The smell of copper etching all around him but him being unable to see anything from the blackness.

Barnaby is grateful for never being able to see what what happened to his step father. Even more so that his mom hid all the details from him, along with keeping it a secret from the cops in where her husband went. But it never stops the inkling of fear of what if it happens again. When it happens, would he be able to control Kotestu, or would he loose all control of him like he did that night when he was a kid.

Kotestu is a grim, that is a fact. Only a few people knew, and Barnaby wants it to stay that way. The prospect of another persons death hangs over his head every time they merge together. But if he pretends, maybe no one will ask, no one will push, no one would take it too far.

That's all he asks, for no one to look to closely at his guys dog

#s and d tier #Barnaby #Barnaby Saint Bernard #cw gore #ruined world au #I full heartedly headcanon Kotestu as a churchyard grim #also that Barnaby has blood 🩸 on his hands #I also believe that when he first started as a hero he was in denial about it #also forgive my spelling mistakes I didn't proofread and it's almost 2am

[robo-milky]

I saw you are doing Oc interactions, so I wanted to see Cloche and Grace!

Grace has a service familiar named Kerby (he is a Gytrash - Burmese Mt. Dog), so I imagine the first meeting being Kerby going up to Cloche and wanting to play when he is "off-work." Grace would half to get Kerby and try to comfort/get to know her. Grace would try to help her work around her curse since she feels bad. I also think they may bond over their shared experiences (Grace died in her home world and remembers it).

Grace is playing fetch with Kerby in the sports field with him off leash. He had been working hard, so she often spent an hour or two in the evenings on nice days playing with him to release his energy and give him a break from a hard day's work.

"Ready buddy?" She said in an excited voice as the big black fluffball wagged his tail furiously, "Go get it!!" Grace chucked the tennis ball as far as she could and Kerby ran after it. He grabbed the ball and displayed it proudly "Good boy! Bring it back Kerbs!"

Just as he was about to prance back, Kerby caught sent of something and dashed off. "KERBY!" Grace called and ran after him. It was unusual for Kerby to not listen to her, he usually had great recall. "KERBY COME!"

She then saw his target, a beastcat girl in a combination of the school and a maids uniform. Kerby, being the big boy that he is, surprised the girl and started licking her.

"KERBY NO! GET BACK HERE!" Grace called, and this time Kerby listened and came pracing towards Grace. She put his leash back on and caught her breath.

"I am so so so sorry. He is usually really good about recall. He means no harm." She apologized, then she saw the girls face and smiled "I'm Grace, I live in Ramshackle. I think I have seen you around, what's your name?"

Hopefully, this isn't too Ooc, but I would love for them to meet 💗 I love your lore and Ocs!!

I hope this wasn’t too OOC as well!! I haven’t done too many written interactions, so I’m still kinda experimenting with a style here ^^; Thank you for the prompt and details, definitely helpful! I’m happy that you enjoy my OCs and their… interesting lore jfjfjfj

[Written Response]

Cloche didn’t have a dislike for dogs, but she wasn’t too fond of having to touch slobber without mental preparations. When Kerby was pulled back by his owner, Cloche’ attention turned to the woman who was frantically putting his leash back on. When the blonde introduced herself as “Grace”, Cloche didn’t seem to react much except for a nod of acknowledgement. Cloche’ blank stare, without any signs of preparing for a response, left Grace wondering if she needed to repeat her question.

Right before Grace tried to ask again, Cloche dipped into small bow, “The name is Cloche. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Grace.” Cloche didn’t pay any mind Grace’ grimace at the title. Dusting her apron as she stood back up, “And I didn’t mind him at all. Kerby, was it?”

When Grace showed a sign of affirmation, Cloche continued to ask, “By the way, I thought pets and animals weren’t allowed.” Judging by the leash, collar, and how relaxed Grace was about playing fetch in the open field, it seemed Grace must have had permission of some sort.

“Oh? He’s a service… familiar?” Cloche’ eyes widened when Grace corrected her, “I see. My apologies for assuming otherwise— and a gytrash at that…” Cloche listened as Grace explained her circumstance and how her reliance on Kerby came to be.

It was just the two of them— and some other Track and Field Club members doing their own things. Cloche wasn’t in a P.E. uniform, making Grace curious. When she asked about it, Cloche shrugged, “I was told to look for a missing keychain in this yard.” Grace inquired more about this ‘missing keychain’, questions along the lines of its appearance and how long Cloche had been searching. After answering, the maid was surprised that a stranger was willing to help out.

After what seemed like an eternity, even with Kerby’s assistance, there were no signs of such charm out in the fields. Grace suggested that Cloche should go check in the lost-and-found and search tomorrow, also mentioning how much harder it is to search for something so small in the dark.

“You may leave. I appreciate your and Kerby’s help, but I’m afraid I can’t return empty-handed,” Cloche leaned forward in a slight bow. Grace was hesitant to leave Cloche to search alone. Kerby shared the same sentiment and sat still in his place.

“You’re actually going to stay?” Cloche’ tail flickered. “This ‘missing keychain’ could be fake, for all you know. You may be wasting your time, here.” Despite the seemingly hostile comment, Grace had a hunch such sentiments were directed at whoever told Cloche to find the keychain, rather than herself and her service familiar.

#ask 🎊 #oc: cloche🎊 #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #others ocs #twst ocs #oc interactions #oc interaction

[trensu]

okay, apparently i lied to myself about not adding more to the Magic is Real au. mostly because i got to thinking about what a "dungeon master" would be in a world where magical creatures actually exist and so, presumably, there wouldn't really be dnd? and also, i wanted eddie's pov to steve's whole cursed thing.

Eddie won’t deny he ran away. There was no shame in running, as far as he’s concerned. Something something the better part of valor and all that. But he was definitely not hiding. Hiding was for cowards, not accomplished dungeon masters. So, no, he was not hiding from Steve Harrington. He just had his dungeon master responsibilities to attend to; his critters needed his attention! So what if it was still daytime and his nocturnal creatures were still asleep? He was sure they’d appreciate him watching over them regardless!

And if his demobats happened to be in a cave a hike’s distance into the forest behind his home and very very far away from where Nancy and Dustin were investigating Steve and the cursed poem? That was just a happy coincidence. Eddie almost, almost, stuck around to help them. But then, Steve had to go and act all…cursed.

–

“Not to sound, y’know, ungrateful,” Robin had said. “But you’re not a witch. Or cursebreaker. Or anything even remotely useful in this situation, Mr. Dragon Master.”

“Dungeon master,” Eddie and two other voices corrected automatically. Dustin coming to his defense was expected. Dustin appreciated the nuance. But Steve? Eddie didn’t even know Steve knew anything about the care and breeding of magical creatures, much less knowing enough to tell the difference between the caretakers of said creatures.

“He’s a dungeon master, Rob,” Steve said firmly. “That’s way better than a dragon master.”

“Yeah!” Dustin had agreed delightedly. “Dungeon masters can breed and train all sorts of creatures to be familiars or for the safe and humane collection of magical ingredients.”

“I thought they were mostly cave monsters…?” Steve had interjected. And shit, when did Steve bother to pick up that detail?

“That’s not really–yeah, it’s mostly cave-dwellers,” Eddie replied, too shocked to stop himself. And he was always ready to talk about his specialty anyway. “But they’re not monsters. They just get a bad rap because they’re mostly nocturnal.”

“And dungeon master is a hard title to get because you gotta show you can train multiple different creatures. Eddie had to train a hodag, a gytrash, and a snallygaster,” Dustin gushed. “That last one isn’t even from around here!”

Eddie preened a little because yeah, he did do all that and it was no walk in the park. He was one of about six dungeon masters in all of Indiana. Even though most of Hawkins looked down on him, he was their main source for well trained potential familiars and ran the only certified ethical apothecary in the area. He shot a smug grin to Robin and Steve only to freeze at the utterly besotted look on Steve’s face.

“Yeah, Eddie’s amazing,” Steve said with a dreamy smile. And then he was all in Eddie’s space again. “Smart. And talented, and so beautiful. God, you’re perfect.”

Eddie hated how his heart skipped a beat at Steve’s words, his worshipful tone. Steve didn’t mean it. He didn’t know what he was saying. Steve wasn’t into Eddie the way Eddie was so very into him. He was cursed; compelled to act this way. Eddie shouldn’t take any pleasure in it at all.

Eddie must’ve taken too long to scold himself because Steve had been able to get his hands under Eddie’s shirt before Eddie could think to put space between them. Steve’s fingers trailed over the various scars that littered Eddie’s torso from training incidents past, making his skin tingle in an unfortunately distracting way. Steve dipped to kiss him and it wasn’t fair how much Eddie had wanted that mouth back on him and couldn’t take it when it was offered so eagerly. But he had to stop this, for Steve’s sake. Steve was already going to be so embarrassed when he was back to normal, he couldn’t let it get to the point where he wouldn’t be able to stand to be around Eddie afterwards.

Unthinkingly, Eddie snapped his fingers like he would at one of his unruly creatures. “Hey, no,” he barked, trainer mode activated. “No touching unless I say so.”

Steve had snatched his hands back which was technically a goal accomplished for Eddie, except for how Steve shivered at the command and said in a gasp, “Yes, Eddie. Please, please, can I touch you?”

And Eddie was only human, okay? There was only so much he could be expected to take. This exchange was the intro to so many of his filthiest fantasies that fleeing was the only viable option if he was gonna survive. He throws Robin a panicked look.

“Actually Robin, you’re absolutely right, I’m completely useless here,” Eddie nearly tripped in his haste to get out of Steve’s reach, “and, y’know, I’ve got dungeon master things to do. Demobats to feed, cerberus pups to walk. So, uh…bye.”

He had heard Steve’s heartbroken cry, “Wait, Eddie!” followed by a thunk and didn’t turn around even when Steve had shouted, “Robin, get off of me, I have to find Eddie!”

–

So now Eddie was not hiding in a dark dank cave. He was just taking a moment for himself. To recuperate. And do his best to erase the echo of Steve’s yes, Eddie, please please from his mind because Steve was his friend. Friends don’t take advantage of cursed behavior to reinforce their not-safe-for-work fantasies.

Eddie groaned miserably and buried his face in his hands. Damn his vivid imagination.

#trensu tells stories #magic is real au #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #okay now i think i'm done with this au #hopefully #i really don't have the time right now to indulge in silly aus tbh #but sometimes these things just sorta put you in a chokehold and refuse to let go yknow?

[inkyswampbonesart]

Day 16: Gytrash

#pen and ink #folktober2023 #folktober3 #traditional art #inkyswampbones #artober #drawtober #folklore #folktober

[apesoformythoughts]

faoladh, gytrash, barguest…

#that’s the good stuff #Mr. Powers does it again

[bittersweetbark]

Jane Eyre and Wyverns

The 4th chapter is up, "Gytrash", and we're entering fun acerbic banter territory!

#Jane Eyre and Wyverns #fanfic #the witcher 3 #geralt of rivia #emhyr var emreis #emralt #the witcher #witcher 3

[pinkheart22]

ALL THE TTPD COLORS if they relate to The Black Dog

The Manuscript -- Ghosted White

The Bolter -- Parchment Beige

The Albatross -- Smoke Gray

The Black Dog -- Ink Black

The Black Dog could be in reference to:

The Gytras in folklore is described as a black dog. It was popularized by its mention in the novel, Jane Eyre. It is a rare, large canine that is capable of creating and manipulating fog. They have the ability to dissolve partially or wholly into mist, a talent that has historically misidentified them as ghosts and poltergeists. Their presence is almost always preceded by a thick fog.Typically found in the North of England, the Gytrash “haunted solitary ways” and often surprised unwary traveler's as they journeyed alone in the dusk. They can lead people astray, but they can also be benevolent, guiding lost traveler's to the right road.

Lets use the description with the colors of the variants:

Ghosted White - misidentified as a ghost or poltergeists

Parchment Beige - folklore, mentioned in the novel Jane Eyre

Smoke Gray - Their presences is always preceded by thick fog

Ink Black - The color of the dog, and the color of ink to write the novel

posted march 4 2024

a fun theory if the colors of the albums are related to the final, fourth variant: the black dog.

@taylorswift @taylornation

#taylor swift #taylorswift #taylornation #eras tour #taylurking #the tortured poets department #ts11 #ttpd #the eras tour #midnights #ttpd the albatross #ts ttpd #ttpd era #ttpdselfies #ttpd tracklist #april 19 #the tortured poets society #tortured poets department #taylors version #tstheerastour #taylor swift the master mind #taylor swift the eras tour #taylor swift theories #taylor swift the tortured poets department #taylor swift the archer #tswift #ts the vault #ts theories #ts the eras tour #singaporetstheerastour