A Character From The Dark Fantasy Book I’m Writing. Spoiler Alert: Sapphic Romance Incoming

A sacrificial boar in Tír na nÓg does not want to be sacrificed for Christmas

Tonaroasty (Tóin an Róistigh, something along the lines of 'The bottom end of de Roche lands') is a medieval ghost village in Co. Galway I accidentally came across when out to shoot a stone circle on a barrow (I did take photos of it too). Judging from the onomastics (and from the satellite photos clearly showing rectangular foundations and what seems to be a cross-shaped church) it was an Anglo-Norman settlement, so built no later than 12th c. This also gives us a clue about how and why it ended. When the Black Death reached Ireland, the Gaels were in a more advantageous position than the Normans as they lived in less crowded conditions and did not have any religious prejudice about cats (hence, less rats and less fleas carrying plague). The Norman settlers were traditionally living in a more compact way, were in frequent contact with people from crowded castles, and the relationship between cats and folk Christianity soon turned to be rocky at best (to put it very mildly). Therefore, the plague was feasting on them at will, and it was one of the factors that contributed to the subsequent Gaelicisation of the surviving Anglo-Norman nobility. The plague hypothesis also explains quite neatly why the site has not been used for settlement again ever since.

A birthday present for a friend who is not on Tumblr - her OC, Pani Agnieszka, a magician in an alternative-universe magical 1920s Poland

The Navigator Revisiting Manannán mac Lir in his youth, before the famous self-navigating boat was fully automated + the good old Early Irish practice of putting severed heads to household use

The Wren Prince II - Riding the Salmon of Knowledge

I rescued a snail today and drew its portrait!

I'm really in love with your art, especially the one you did of Lugh. Every time I look at it, I'm filled with joy and it turns my day around. I hope you have a great week.

Thank you so very much for your kind words! 🖤🖤🖤

It means a great lot, and this is what keeps me going whenever I start doubting myself ❤️‍🩹

Hope your week is great too ✨

There is a stone in my head, a flower in my throat

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)

A long overdue request from my Telegram channel - a technofantasy steampunk knight in his tent after a tournament. These are definitely the droids he was looking for.