#welsh legend

[the-daily-male]

SIDE 10A

Who will be the ULTIMATE Daily Male?

Gyorik "York" Rogdul (Drawtectives Season 2)

King Arthur (Welsh Legend and Lore)

Voting ended onJan 15

Gyorik "York" Rogdul

King Arthur

[gingersnaptaff]

Me, reading this post as a North Walian: Gwynedd til I DIE. See in the troughs!

Me, reading this as a Mabinogion lover: STILL SEE U IN THE TROUGHS!!!! (But also, this is the definition of ultimate cringe fail for Pryderi. We all agree on that, right? Cut down by a magician for his sweet, sweet moch.)

[briefbestiary]

Benevolent creatures, not even half a meter tall. Not all dissimilar in nature from England's bluecaps or Cornwall's knockers.

[penicroom]

I wnated to share this comic I made like two year ago about a welsh legend. Hope you enjoy.

[albions-seed]

The Battle Between King Arthur and Sir Mordred - William Hatherell

[isabelofwraithmarsh]

Every time Gwydion shows up in the Mabinogi: 

[img description: A screenshot of Pierre Jeanty’s poem “Him” that says “Ah, there he is. That motherfucker. What a tool.]

[cryptids-of-the-world]

The Llamhigyn Y Dwr is a frog-like creature found in Welsh mythology. The Llamhigyn Y Dwr is described as a massive frog-like creature with no limbs, bat-like wings, and a long tail with a stinger at the end. The Llamhigyn Y Dwr is said to eat large animals and humans who get to close to the water’s edge. The Llamhigyn Y Dwr is said to let loose a screech as it leaps into the air and it is said to pull fishermen into the water by grabbing their line and pulling them where it would then engulf them whole.

[thephantomofthelibrary]

Time for the saddest Welsh myth ever - The Legend of Gelert

Llywelyn Fawr (Llewelyn the Great) was Prince of Gwynedd and eventually most of Wales. He was a great sportsman and particularly enjoyed hunting especially with his favourite dog, Gelert. Gelert was a magnificent beast, he was fast and brave, loyal and attentive. 

One day, Prince Llywelyn went hunting with his men and his dogs. He had left his young wife, Joan, and home. She was the daughter of King John of England. She was there with their young son. 

As they came back Llywelyn noticed that Gelert was missing. In fact he could not remember seeing his favourite dog all day. Something was wrong, Gelert was always by his side, he was always attentive. He rushed back to the castle, fearing something had happened when he heared a peircing scream. There he found his wife slumped on the floor in tears. The room had been torn apart the baby’s cot had been overturned and there was blood everywhere. Sat in the corner, his tail wagging happily to see his master again was Gelert, blood smeared all over his face. He ran, jumping up to greet Llywelyn but the price took his sword and run it through his favourite dog. 

The couple sat in each other’s arms trying to comfort each other, the dog continuing to whine when they heard a cry coming from the other side of the bed. Hidden behind the bed was their baby. But beside it was the biggest wolf that Llewellyn had ever seen. It lay dead, it’s throat torn apart by what could only be the teeth of a dog, Immedieately, Llywelyn’s heart sunk. Gelert had not killed his baby but had protected it from harm. He had killed a wolf that had got in and saved his child. Passing the baby to his wife, Llywelyn took the head of his good and faithful dog and cradled it as the dog gave out one final whine. 

The dog was buried with the greatest of honours, a stone laid to commemmorate the bravery and loyalty of faithful Gelert, From that day on, everyone who knew the price said he never hunted with the hounds nor did he ever laugh again.