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hi more ulster cycle art based on this passage: “From the Monday after the feast of Samain at summer’s end to the Wednesday after the feast of Imbolc at spring’s beginning, Cúchulainn never slept — unless against his spear for an instant after the middle of the day, with head on fist and fist on spear and the spear against his knee” - táin bó cúailnge tr. thomas kinsella

alternativeulster

more people need to know about irish mythology. it's just balls to the walls insane. if you thought greek mythology was wild let me introduce you to:

nessa and her 12 gay dads

queen medb cheating on everything and everyone, starting a war over a cow, ruining innumerable lives and then getting killed by cheese

fionn gets raised by 2 random lesbians

fionn kills a guy for stealing his girlfriend, drops the magic healing water several times on purpose

oisín goes to live in the immortal fairy land with his immortal fairy wife, misses ireland, comes back to visit, falls off his horse and fucking dies (may or may not have gotten in a fight with saint patrick before dying)

fuck them kids, they're swans now

guy accidentally gets job of "being the king's dog" at age 5, changes name to dog

incorrect-ulster-cycle

“Hi my name is Sétanta mac Súaltaim, the Hound of Culann, and I have curly three-coloured hair with red and gold in it that stands up in rigid spikes and brilliant bright eyes with seven pupils and a lot of people tell me I look like Lug mac Ethlenn (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m related to literally everyone in Ulster which is great because they’re all major fucking hotties. I’m named after a dog but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a warrior, and I fight on behalf of the Ulaid (I’m seventeen). I’m a hero (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armour. For example today I was wearing a silk tunic with a white gold border and a hero’s battle-girdle of hard leather, twenty-seven waxed shirts, and a magic cloak from Tír Tairngire. I was wearing red lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking past Medb’s camp. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of the Connachta stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.”

— Cú Chulainn

incorrect-ulster-cycle

Beautiful indeed was the youth who thus came to display his form to the hosts, namely, Cú Chulainn mac Súaltaim. He seemed to have three kinds of hair: dark next to his skin, blood-red in the middle and hair like a crown of gold covering them outside. Fair was the arrangement of that hair with three coils in the hollow in the nape of his neck, and like gold thread was each fine hair, looseflowing, bright-golden, excellent, long-tressed, splendid and of beautiful colour, which fell back over his shoulders. A hundred bright crimson ringlets of flaming red-gold encircled his neck. Around his head a hundred strings interspersed with carbunclegems. Four shades (?) in each of his cheeks, a yellow shade and a green, a blue shade and a purple. Seven brilliant gem-like pupils in each of his noble eyes. Seven toes on each of his feet; seven fingers on each of his hands with the grasp of a hawk’s claws and the grip of a hedghog’s claws in each separate toe and finger. So on that day he donned his festive apparel, namely, a fair mantle, well-fitting, bright purple, fringed, five-folded. A white brooch of silver inset with inlaid gold over his white breast as it were a bright lantern that men’s eyes could not look at by reason of its brilliance and splendour. Next to his skin he wore a tunic of silky satin reaching to the top of his dark apron, dark-red, soldierly, of royal satin. He carried a dark-red purple shield with five concentric circles of gold and a rim of white bronze. At his girdle hung, ready for action, a golden-hilted, ornamented sword with great knobs of red gold at its end. In the chariot beside him was a long shining-edged spear together with a sharp attacking javelin with rivets of burning gold. In one hand he held nine heads, in the other ten, and these he brandished at the hosts. Those were the trophies of one night’s fighting by Cú Chulainn. Then the women of Connacht climbed up on the hosts and the women of Munster climbed on men’s shoulders that they might behold the appearance of Cú Chulainn.

Táin Bó Cúailnge Recension 1 (trans. Cecile O'Rahilly)

anyway so if you thought i was exaggerating when i My Immortal’d this. i wasn’t

whalehouse1

I’m enjoying the 19 severed heads in hand becoming a middle finger. Did 4Kids modernize this?

incorrect-ulster-cycle

you’re right tho i should’ve put “A lot of the Connachta stared at me. I held up nineteen severed heads at them”, dunno what past me was thinking

aodhan-art

This was a home once - Part I

aodhan-art

Tír na nÓg / Ulster cycle Hatsune Miku

bandaalarga

Lux

everythingfox

Cartoon run

holydivers

put the flashback down. drop it. please, please, just assume that your reader/watcher/player has in fact been paying attention to the story you are telling and that you don't need to constantly remind them of things that just happened. trust that they can make the connections. if they can't they can look it up. i'm begging you. you can't just keep reminding me of things that happened 20 seconds ago you have to actually tell the fucking story

strangenewwords

this literally stopped me from adding a flash back last night.

cloudxstrife-deactivated2025111

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* NIA TEPPELIN *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

royalhandmaidens

sometimes i think about the history of coffee culture in islam and how it spread like it’s so funny

discovered by sufis who decided it was a miracle from Allah since it allowed them to stay up late into the night for night worship

miracle beans = UNLIMITED DHIKR

cue scholars debating for years about whether it’s haram or halal and if it should be classified as an ‘intoxicant’ or not

fast forward to 16th century ottoman empire, where a woman had the legal right to divorce her husband if he failed to provide her with enough coffee

europeans called it the “mohammaden gruel” or “devil’s drink” bc they believed it to be a “bitter invention of satan and his followers”

fast forward to pope clement viii finally giving in and tasting it to see what the hype is about and then stating: “This Satan’s drink is so delicious that it would be a pity to let the infidels have exclusive use of it.”

pope clement viii then proceeds to BAPTIZE THE COFFEE BEANS

royalhandmaidens