Can we talk for a minute about how badass Mess Búachalla really is?
I mean, having been of royal birth but disowned, dispossessed and fostered in a very poor family, having experienced hard toil to its fullest, then raped either by some shady Tuatha Dé Danann guy with a penchant for glamouring himself into a bird or by her own biological father even (depends on the text), with an unwanted pregnancy forced upon her, and still she takes back what's hers, becomes the Queen Mother of the whole island of Ireland, and yes, the shapeshifting prick gets what he deserves (hence the bloodied feathers I put under her foot in this one).
This is where I’m heading right now to lose myself in the woods and the timelessness for three days and three nights of you know what
It's only a wip but yes, what we have here is two Tuatha Dé Danann kissing, one of whom is a bog body.
Everyone in this pic is fully sentient, consenting, and of proper adult age at the moment / when sacrificed, just in case. I have a weird idea of belated Beltane romance but it is what it is.
Ladies, gentlemen and glorious non-binary people, I give you Áed Dub mac Suibhni and St. Findchán! It's a series of illustrations I made for my husband's conference presentation on how love wins in Early Ireland. Shared with his permission of course.
The shell is broken
Manannán mac Lir getting ready to remove someone's head.
A birthday present for a friend who is not on Tumblr - her OC, Pani Agnieszka, a magician in an alternative-universe magical 1920s Poland
FINALLY I’m making a comic (written by @sorrows-hand)
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and heard the curlews cry? Or seen the raven black as night upon a windswept sky? To walk the purple heather and hear the westwind cry To know that's where the rapparee must die... (The Pogues - Young Ned of the Hill)
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