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“The prince of this world is coming, but he has no hold over me”
Illustration of @sofiluajuk ‘s story of love, faith, and conflict during the Albigensian crusade
It's such an honor to see my characters illustrated by one of the greatest artists dedicated to this time period to be found on social media! (ꈍᴗꈍ)
My girls,,,
You may be a heretic, anon, but you're innocent and kind. I'll protect you from those senseless crusaders.
They are my new blorbos...
Le long de mes plaies, fais glisser tes mains. Pour défier les étoiles et mêler nos voies. Rouvre ces blessures et regarde-moi: mon corps meurtri est le canevas du destin.
(there are soooo many things wrong with this piece lol, but I wanted to finish it anyway)
Wa bið þam þe sceal of langoþe leofes abidan. Woe shall be theirs, for those who abide in longing for their beloved.
(Old English poem "The Wife's Lament")
The longship’s swimming tongue was buoyant with hindsight— it said Thor’s hammer swung to geography and trade, thick-witted couplings and revenges, the hatreds and behind-backs of the althing, lies and women, exhaustions nominated peace, memory incubating the spilled blood. It said, ‘Lie down in the word-hoard, burrow the coil and gleam of your furrowed brain. Compose in darkness. Expect aurora borealis in the long foray but no cascade of light. Keep your eye clear as the bleb of the icicle, trust the feel of what nubbed treasure your hands have known.’
Seamus Heaney, "The North".
"Goodbye, Richard!" (part 1)
Some comic pages I did earlier. Wanted to tell some story I had in mind, set during the early days of the pandemic. I'll be honest and say I'm not sure when I get around to the rest of it, but I liked these pages and wanted to post them here.
You could say it's a sequel to my comic "The Holy Cephalaphore," which I'll be posting later, but I've kind of separated them. I hope you can enjoy it when it comes out though next week..
The old english word for gynephilia was wiflufu ("woman-love" or "wife-love"). Which is funny because now "girls love" refers to sapphic romance literature, but in Englaland a man could also feel girls love. This implies that the old english word for sapphic would be wiflufiend mægþ ("woman-loving maiden"). Or if you wanna be silly, a wiflufwif (wife-loving-wife).
Similarly, the verb "to marry" was gender-dependent. To marry a woman was wifian ("to wife"), and to marry a man was ceorlian ("to man" or "to churl"). With that in mind I thought of the alliteration:
Mildþryð maþelode, mægþ wiflufiend: Ne wysce ceorlian for wifian is lofsum.
Mildred declared, the woman-loving maiden: I wish not to marry a man, for marrying a woman is worthy of praise.
The old english word for gynephilia was wiflufu ("woman-love" or "wife-love"). Which is funny because now "girls love" refers to sapphic romance literature, but in Englaland a man could also feel girls love. This implies that the old english word for sapphic would be wiflufiend mægþ ("woman-loving maiden"). Or if you wanna be silly, a wiflufwif (wife-loving-wife).
Under the night helm my mind explores different skies, fare boldly below the star gems, searching for new gold for my word hoard. If I sleep, the hunt is over. If I stay awake, I'll miss the joy of rest. Alas, such is the wyrd of the night raven.
Why are you so interested in my illusory form, anon?
Folks are loving the illuminated Beowulf book! Available now through my Etsy shop:
Shop The art and craft of the written word by TamburnBindery located in Toms Brook, Virginia. Smooth shipping! Has a history of shipping on
There's about 2 weeks left to reserve a copy of the Poetic Edda or Beowulf through the Kickstart Preorder store. I'm almost ready to send these out to the printers, at which point the store will be closed. Please share it around and reserve yours now! You can reserve them here:
The ancient Norse mythology epics of the Poetic Edda, beautifully presented in English and Old Norse.
Practicing with my new brush pens. Not happy with it but it's a learning experience 😵💫
Ilustrating Beowulf, part II:
The hero of the weder-geats.
Swa begnornodon Geata leode hlafordes hryre, heorðgeneatas, cwædon þæt he wære wyruldcyninga manna mildust ond monðwærust, leodum liðost ond lofgeornost.
"Thus lamented the land of the Geats the fall of his lord and his hearth-companions. Quoth that he was, of the kings in this world, the most beloved and mildest of men, to his country the kindest, and most covetous of glory."
(BEOWULF, verses 3178–82. My translation) Beowulf. Friend of the Scyldings, killer of Grendel, enemy of the Scylfings, and slayer of the fire-dragon. In that age of the world, no man was kinder, stronger, more honorable, or more worthy of praise. His sword, Nægling, once belonged to the king of the geats, Hrethel. From Hrethel it was passed to his son Hygelac, and from Hygelac to his nephew and loyal thane, Beowulf.
Beowulf's father, Ecgtheow, died when Beowulf was fairly young, meaning he was raised by his mother's family. Ecgtheow was from the house of the Wægmundings, a swede, but he was banished from his tribe after killing a member of the Wulfing tribe and failing to pay the wergild. He sought the help of the king of the danes, Hrothgar (himself married to the princess of the wulfings, Wealhtheow), who paid the wergild and put Ecgtheow in debt. Years later, Beowulf would repay Ecgtheow's debt to the Scyldings by hunting the evil monster who tormented their kingdom, Grendel.
Back at Scedeland (Scania), Ecgtheow married the princess of the weder-geats, daughter of Hrethel king, with whom he had Beowulf. Hrethel, and then his son Hygelac, raised Beowulf since he was seven, and the half-wægmunding became one of the most famous of the geatish warriors. He was so dear for the geats that, after Hygelac died in a foolish raid in Frisia, the queen-consort offered Beowulf the kingdom. Beowulf refused at first, but accepted it once there was no other in Hrethel's line to succeed the throne. He became king of the weder-geats for 50 years, defending them from their swedish enemies, the Scylfingas. After his death, the tribe was left defenseless and lost it's might in the north. At the end of his reign, a þeow of his tribe infuriated a dragon who lived underground by stealing a goblet from his hoard, thus inciting his fury. Beowulf king protected his land to his death, defeating the beast with the help of a young thane called Wiglaf, but succumbing to his wounds. His body was cremated in a large pyre that preceded the doom of his tribe.
French Womb Tattoo Design
(In the style of the Holy Ampulla)
