First page of my new sketchbook aka the Ivy King in his natural environment.
'Finally, I have found you'
I've read a 1912 compendium of criminal case studies featuring peasant girls and women from all corners of former Russian Empire as perpetrators, and I couldn't shake the thought of all those 16, 17, 18 year olds driven to killing themselves, their unwanted children, their husbands two or three times them older who were essentially r*ping them for years. Hence the little mermaid - a Slavic edition (in Slavic folklore, mermaids are a type of the undead). All violence starts with domestic and gender-based violence. Russia is a terrorist state and always has been. Down with empires.
Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie.
(By Oscar Wilde)
I did colour these two precious beacons of trans lesbian hope in the filthy grimdark pit of the whole Game-of-Thrones-meets-Silmarillion-and-they-spawn-an-abomination thing I'm writing
One of these Tuatha Dé Danann lesbian lovers is trans btw
Enough graveyards for now, here come the princes of the sidhe!
These are young Bodb and young Orbsen, and they’re absolutely not amused.
Near Mannin Castle, Co. Galway
I often feel overwhelmed by Late Medieval - Early Modern finds in Irish and Scandinavian museums, much more so than by known human sacrifices, etc. All those knitted caps, mittens, warm cloaks - just regular garments of some person who was walking somewhere from somewhere and reasonably hoped to get there. Just can't shake the thought of some part of them still out there; still walking.
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
A character from the dark fantasy book I’m writing. Spoiler alert: sapphic romance incoming
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