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sutexii · 4 months
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Mari Lwyd 🔔 Print X
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octobersociety · 6 months
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Happy National Black Cat Day!
Welsh folklore says black cats are lucky, but we knew that didn’t we.
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toadlett · 2 months
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Doing a lazier version of @mortiscausa's fantastic arthurian drawing challenge! I'm using the prompts to inspire some pencil drawings based on the Mabinogion's tale of Kilwhch and Olwen (which in turn is the basis for a book I'm working on). First up, "Quest."
(edit: reuploaded the image without embarrasing typos oops!)
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mythicmayhemcomic · 5 months
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As winter festivities draw near, the party girl Mari Lwyd stirs.
Wanting to spread some cheer I’ve made a Mari Lwyd base, so you may colour and decorate your own. You may edit the line work, but please do not remove my signatures and copyright info. This base is for non commercial use. If you wish to make adopts with the base consider donating to my ko-Fi.
I’d love to see what your Mari’s will look like.
You can find a transparent and solid base below.
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thefugitivesaint · 2 months
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Agnes Miller Parker (1895-1980), 'The Fiery Dragon' (for 'XXI Welsh Gypsy Folk-Tales'), 1933 Source (and also here)
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thechemistryset · 4 months
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Mari Lwyd receiving refreshment, Maesteg, c. 1970s
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schweizercomics · 1 year
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Companions of Christmas 7: Mari Lwyd!
Mari Lwyd was a gray mare belonging to Taliesin, a poet hailed as “chief of the bards” in sixth century Wales. Taliesin frequently called on Awen, the Welsh muse, for inspiration, and Awen became so captivated by his verses that she determined that he would never again leave her cottage and stay with her forever in the forest glades on the edge of the Glamorgan pastureland.
Mari Lwyd, left tethered outside, was no fan of this plan. She was hungry, and thirsty, and if her rider wasn’t to be released to feed and water her, then the least Awen could do was let her into the cottage so that Taliesin could care for her there.
Mari Lwyd, so long the companion of a great poet, had learned to think as a poet thinks, and so, when she called on Awen to let her in, she did so in rhyme. Awen, not wanting her time with Taliesin interrupted, used rhyme in return to refuse her request, and Mari offered a different argument in favor of an invitation, which was likewise refused. Back and forth they went, neither failing to find the proper words, and their exchange went for so long that eventually Mari Lwyd was nothing but bones.
So engaged by the mare’s clever rhymes was she that Awen hadn’t spared a thought to her captive, but, a longing for him suddenly him popping into her head, she turned to him, and saw that he, too, had long become nothing but bones. Awen found herself at a loss for words, and, unable to offer further excuses to bar Mari Lwyd’s entrance, allowed her into the cottage, where the skeletal mare helped herself to the holiday food and drinks that Awen had prepared for her late paramour.
Now, each Christmas Eve, Mari Lwyd roams the roads and byways of Glamorgan, led by the silent ghost of Taliesin, asking, in rhyme, entry into homes which she suspects contain holiday fare for her to eat. As it was with Awen, she can only be kept out by rebuttal to her invitation in rhyme, but should those who would bar her entrance fail to provide a suitable excuse in verse, she and her entourage face no obstacle in entering and turning the home into their own boisterous feasting hall.
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guardiandae · 6 months
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Tell 'em when you find true love, it lives on
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rowynnellis · 6 months
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A pesky little Llamhigyn y Dŵr (Water Leaper), a critter from Welsh mythology that lives near bodies of water and swampy areas, they can range from the size of a small frog to several feet in length and able to swallow a human whole! #HereBeDragons
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horse-freak · 9 months
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Mari lwyd-painted for the Chepstow wassail in 2019
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eirikrjs · 3 months
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A Missed Mystery: Who is Hanoun?
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All credit for this discovery to @veskscans
The name of Daleth's fairy lover in smt2 (JP: アヌーン)has almost always been assumed to be correctly translated as "Hanoun", but what the heck is a Hanoun? This identity doesn't fit the scenario nor does it bring up anything but smt with a search. The culprit is probably old smt books that provide romanizations like these:
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They make some sense considering アヌーン itself is pronounced "ah-noon", but we all know Cu Chulainn isn't really pronounced "koo koo lane ." So what gives?
The truth is they may just be romanization guesstimates for yet another being of Celtic provenance (specifically Welsh, as it turns out).
Vesk tracked down the following entry in Katharine Briggs' ever-relevant-to-smt Encyclopedia of Fairies (a confirmed atlus source):
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GWRAGEDD ANNWN.
The entry gives the English phonetic pronunciation gwrageth anoon, which just so happens to be the same as the Japanese. The background of her being a lake maiden who falls in love with a mortal gives more depth to the smt2 scenario than we ever realized.
So, judging by her name in katakana, she should just be romanized as Annwn.
So far, her name has only ever appeared once in an English localized game: as a demon trader in Soul Hackers. Now that the real intention behind her is known, by the time we get to an smt2 remake or port, there will be no excuse for more "Hanoun."
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threegoblinart · 1 year
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"Hello, my sweet it's been a year. I know you missed me: now I'm here. You heard my bells upon the breeze. I hope you're well prepared with cheese. "
Inspired by @seananmcguire and her Mari Lwyd poetry battles.
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thatdamhobbit · 3 months
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My dealer: got some straight gas. This strain is called “Camlann”, you’ll be zonked out of your gourd.
Me: yeah, whatever. I don’t feel shit.
5 mins later: dude I swear that was Twrch Trwyth.
My buddy Dai, pacing: Gwaine is lying to us
Anyway go listen to Camlann. Post-apocalyptic queer found family audio drama based on Arthuriana and Welsh mythology. Great music too.
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lowrifaberart · 4 months
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Nadolig Llawen!! 🎄
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