I just discovered your blog and trying to refrain from spamming your notifs, but you literally have one of the most beautiful artsyles I’ve ever seen and I needed you to know that, I love your bold inkwork <3
Thank you so very much!!! I really really needed to hear that! <3
pov: Lugh Samildánach offers you a game of fidchell. your bet?
Today’s Inktober prompt is ‘Passport’. I drew a Russian passport (as a person who has one) to remind everyone that Russia is a terrorist state as well as a dictatorship waging civil war against its own citizens, and to honour pro-Ukraine, anti-Putin resistance within Russia.
A commission of Brigid for @bloodtreachery (awww, it was SUCH a pleasure to do it!). I put an emphasis on her aspect as a poet, hence the fire of poetry ablaze! The poem in the flames is a liberal translation of these lines from The Hosting of the Sidhe into Old Irish (courtesy of my wonderful husband):
...if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.
Another WIP inspired by @sorrows-hand’s talk on women’s rights and divorce in Medieval Ireland at 2024 IONA conference
Killora graveyard & church, Co. Galway, Ireland
The Sun King’s goblet 🐍
Just a kindly reminder that this hungry trans doctoral student artist is taking commissions! Your favourite deity / literary or DnD character / living or not so living person can be drawn for you in 3-7 days max in this style (normally 2-3 but being on the safe side here).
Manannán mac Lir getting ready to remove someone's head.
Revisiting Manannán mac Lir in his youth. I suppose if Orbsen mac Allot, aka Manannán mac Lir, was born in our times and in our dimension, he would have collected nerd treasures such as Funko Pops, or vintage comics, or whatnot, like all of us mortals. But when you're a Tuatha Dé Danann prince and a pirate captain (don't take my word on it, check out Sanas Cormaic!), you have to make do with jewelry and elven heads. Sigh.
The druid, then in his sleep, at the end of the night beheld a man stark-naked, passing along the road of Tara, with a stone in his sling.
The destruction of Da Derga's Hostel
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