always a celtic


Cartimandua was a 1st-century queen of the Brigantes, a Celtic people living in what is now northern England. She came to power around the time of the Roman conquest of Britain, and formed a large tribal agglomeration that became loyal to Rome. She appears to have been widely influential in early Roman Britain.

Our only knowledge of Cartimandua is through the writings of Roman author Tacitus, who presents her in a negative light. He writes of her treacherous role in the capture of Caratacus, who had sought her protection, her “self-indulgence, her sexual impropriety in rejecting her husband in favour of a common soldier, and her "cunning strategems” during her rule. However, he also consistently names her as a queen, the only one such known in early Roman Britain.

Boudica was ruler of the Iceni people, a Celtic tribe, who led an uprising against the occupying forces of the Roman Empire. In AD 60 or 61, while the Roman governor Gaius Paulinus was leading a campaign on the island of Anglesey off the northwest coast of Wales, Boudica led the Iceni as well as the Trinovantes and others in revolt.

Boudica led 100,000 Iceni, Trinovantes and others to fight the Roman Legio IX Hispana and burned and destroyed several settlements in Britannia. An estimated 70,000–80,000 Romans and British were killed in the three cities by those led by Boudica. The crisis caused the Emperor Nero to consider withdrawing all Roman forces from Britain, but Suetonius’s eventual victory over Boudica confirmed Roman control of the province. Boudica’s fate is not known.

The two women are the only known female Celtic rulers of the age.


Cavan Potholes is the happiest song to exist tbh.

Also the Japanese drummers are awesome. @notwiselybuttoowell I know you’ll enjoy this.

anonymous asked:

Four Angels for Chuck *snickers*, sorry, came to my mind while typing "Hey …" uh, so I kinda wanna educate myself on different religions and learn about as many as possible - to educate but also to choose for myself - anything you guys always found interesting? Celtic, roman, Hellenic and Egyptian Paganism are already on my list, as well as eclectic paganism, satanism and indigenous religions of North America and Polynesia :)

Michael: Don’t forget Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.

Lucifer: Boooring. Of course you’d say that, Michael. Check out Luciferianism. It’s like Satanism and The Church of Satan, but better. Devil Worship is fucked up, stay away from it.

Gabriel: Aw, yeah, this questions was made for me. First of All, read the Gospel of Loki. It’s a fantastic book, which lays out all the messes I’ve gotten myself into. I know it’s not a religion, but American Gods by Neil Gaiman is pretty great too. As for Religions, I’m a fan of Buddhism, and Hinduism. Egyptian is okay too, if you like gods obsessed with food and water. There are a million and two various pagan godlings in northern Europe, too. Most of them know how to party, okay? But definitely, at least check out Norse Mythology. The Greeks, too, they’re some fun guys. The Roman versions, however, not so much. Hope that helps you out. Got anything to add, Raphael?

Raphael: Yes; ignore those two. There’s only god besides our Father worth looking into; Quetzalcoatl. Michael clears up a tsunami for the Aztecs one time and they think He’s a sun god.

Michael: Raphael, please… don’t remind me…

Gabriel: That was you? Oh my Dad. They made human sacrifices to you, Michael.

Michael: I know… [face in his hand] I tried to get them to stop by making it too hot… but they didn’t get the message… I had to send Spaniards.

Raphael: It’s even funnnier because they thought you were a snake with feathers.

Michael: It’s not funny.

Gabriel: It so is. [laughing] I guess getting mistaken for pagan gods runs in the family, huh?


Smosh Family: Demigods.

FLitz (13&½): Thoth (Egyptian god of writing, magic, wisdom, and the moon)

Damien (10): Athena (Goddess of wisdom, craft, war, diplomacy, weaving, poetry, medicine, and commerce)

Boze (12): Deimos (Greek God of Terror)

Wes (12): Bia (goddess of Raw energy and force)

Shayne (10): Janus (Roman God of beginnings, transitions, time, duality, doorways, and endings)

Olivia (12): Cao-Guojiu (Chinese God of the Performing Arts)

Sohinki (11): Eris (Greek goddess of strife and discord)

LaserCorn (13): Loki (Norse God of mischief and fire)

Keith (11): Angerona (Roman Goddess of Silence/Secrets)

Mari (11): Xochipilli (Aztec god of art, games, beauty, prostitution, dance, flowers, and song)

Joven (13): Bean-Nighe/Banshee (Celtic omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld)(Omens/Creatures are the closest thing to Gods in Celtic mythos)

Noah (8): Hathor (Egyptian goddess who personified the principles of joy, feminine love, and motherhood)

Courtney (12): Freya (Norse Goddess of love, sex, beauty, fertility, gold, seiðr, war, and death)

Ian (14): Dionysus (Greek god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, and Theatre)

(They’re out of order age wise… Sorry)

LaserCorn was thirteen when the “police” came for him. He had been living in an orphanage since he was two, his mother having given him up in hopes of a better life. But, no one wanted the mischievous little boy; it was as if anyone who even looked at him disappeared off the face of the earth. Remember those “Police”? Yeah, well they were actually dwarves. Gross ugly, ball-chin dwarves. What a way to find out to find out your dad is a Norse God, right?! Well, long story short he used his weird, newly discovered, disappear-y magic and found himself in front of a ball of energy and a human philosophy book (Wes and FLitz for the confused peeps). Of course, the ball-sac dwarves could also do weird disappear-y magic and soon enough the three of them were on the run.

“Born” to Roland Haas and Athena the Goddess of wisdom, craft, war, diplomacy, weaving, poetry, medicine, and commerce (I’m going with the Percy Jackson version. AKA she joins minds with other people to create her kids), Damien Haas had a surprisingly normal life. Well, that was of course until he was SIX YEARS OLD, and a CYCLOPS chased him from his home. He was six years old and he had lost everything. His father was dead and his mother refused to answer his prayers. And now? Now Damien Haas is a ten year old nobody on the streets of California, alone, constantly looking over his shoulder in fear.

Mari Takahashi was tired of this crap. She was sick and tired of people looking at her like she was some piece of meat, she was tired of fighting her way past crowds of people that wanted to see her “dance”, and she just wanted to go home. But she knew she couldn’t, her mother had sent her to America because she recognized how talented Mari was as a ballerina. Other people just wanted her to take off her clothes. Mari realized it was time to disappear right after her eleventh birthday, when a man had cornered her and instead of letting him near her, Mari ripped out his heart. So, with bloodied tutu and pointe shoes still on she ran.

FLitz, like Damien wasn’t a being born from sex, but unlike Damien he had only one parent. Thoth had met his “mother” and after endless hours of talking to each other, Thoth could feel something creating itself. Yes, FLitz had been born of his own want to be (Thoth was also self-created); he pulled himself from the abyss and in so gave himself the ability to create. Of course he wasn’t as powerful as Thoth; his creations only lived for a day and they were easily destroyed. He had begun his own quest for knowledge at the age of twelve, and around the time he was thirteen (“Almost fourteen!”) he ran into a tall boy by the name of Wes and decided that his quest could become theirs.

So, uh, the carnival is not a fun place to be. Especially not when you’re Joshua Ovenshire (The kid who sees Death everywhere), the thirteen year old son of a guy that works on movies and a spirit that wails at people. Yep, his mom is a banshee. Well, she’s a banshee when she wants to be. Most of the time she’s just a Bean-Nighe (washes the blood from the grave-clothes of those who are about to die). So, the Carnival which is just a death trap, scares the crap out of Joven. But hey, when you’re thirteen and can predict death, a carnival is the best place to work. Until the police come after you, and you’re forced to run away with an asian girl and her weird, kinda short, friend. How did they meet? Well, Joven got in a debate with the shorter boy over the possibility of multiple Pantheons. The kid- “Sohinki” (Who names their kid that?) did have good points, but Joven had always been raised with Celtic mythos stories, and it was hard to believe that others could exist. But, in time, he would realize how right Sohinki was.

Wesley Johnson: Literal ball of energy, son of Bia, and a lover of all candies. Wes had always known who he was, where he was from, and in all honesty? It didn’t really have any effect on his day to day life. No, Wes’ life wasn’t normal there was always the camp he stayed at during the summer, there were times that he’d have to leave a room because he was literally bursting with energy, and yeah, there was the odd monster or two. It was on one of those trips to his Summer Camp that he was attacked by something called a Serpopard. Thankfully, Flitz was there to save the day. And now (after the flame haired spitfire that is Lasercorn showed up), they’re on a quest to find out why something from the Egyptian Pantheon would attack the son of a Greek goddess, while also running away from some mean dwarves.

TFW you meet someone who seems like they’ll be a sweet and innocent bean, but instead they turn out to be a vicious four foot-nothin’ ball of terror. Yeah, Boze scared the crap out of Damien, But, in his mind, that’s a good thing because if he’s scared than he’s on edge, and if he’s on edge he’s aware of his surroundings. Erica Bozeman was, as Damien stated, a four foot-nothin’ twelve year old who had found the boy behind a dumpster with a shiv as his only weapon. After questioning him, she realized he needed a safe haven where monsters couldn’t get him, and wouldn’t you guess it Boze knew exactly where to take him. Well, not where exactly, more like who to take him to. She had met Wes when they were six. It didn’t take much for their friendship to form, and now Boze had a coin that would lead her to Wes if she ever needed him.

It’s scary knowing that so much can go wrong in life. Keith Leak Jr. had found Noah Grossman one brisk winter about four years ago, which made him (currently) eleven and Noah eight. The younger never told Keith just how he ended up in the streets, and the older boy couldn’t imagine someone throwing Noah out. The boy was a ball of love, love that he gave to literally anyone. Keith had to stop him from hugging a complete stranger just last week. Of course, they were now travelling with said stranger. Keith had thought he was invisible when he’d tried to steal the apples. His mother had given him the power in hopes that he would be able to protect himself. But, he was only a kid and his powers didn’t always work. So, they had been caught trying to steal, and Shayne Topp had come to their rescue. The ten year old didn’t have a sharp tongue, or any tricks up his sleeves, he just talked to the man. In the end the three of them ended up with bags of food and a weepy man. Turns out that Shayne, being the son of Janus, could see into their pasts and was able to pull sympathy from the grocer they’d tried to steal from. Instead of ditching the other two, the ten year old took them back to his hideout where they met Olivia and Courtney.

Olivia and Courtney, were inseparable. One time they had glued their hands together just to prevent the other from leaving. They had lived in the same apartment complex since day one. Courtney had only ever shown Olivia her powers (turning things into gold), and Olivia, in return, showed Courtney that she could change her appearance at will. Of course, that apartment complex had burned down in a “freak accident” when they were twelve. More like a bunch of fire giants came after the two and now they live in an abandoned auditorium with three boys and to quote Ian Hecox, “More coming”. What did that even mean, were there monsters coming, or more people, and by more how many did he mean? Not to badmouth Ian, he had saved all of their lives, but he needs to get better at this messaging stuff. He was the oldest at fourteen and the most experienced demigod in the group. Apparently there was even a camp where they’d be able to stay at. The auditorium they were living in had been dubbed, the “Smosh” hideout, and everyone was grateful that Ian was there for them.

Matthew Sohinki had been forced to run away from home after he came home to two ghouls wearing his foster parents skin like masks. The eleven year old wasn’t fast, and he would’ve been caught if one Mari takahashi hadn’t been there to save him. She had weird flower powers that made vines wrap around his house, ghouls still inside, before pulling it back into the earth. The two ended up travelling together, in search of nothing in particular, at least not until they reached the carnival. When he’d heard what Joven could do he wanted to run, but Mari was convinced that the older boy needed to come with him. In reality, Joven wasn’t given much of a choice when the police showed up looking for blood. Joven turned out to be a great asset to the duo, his ability to see death had kept the three out of many bad situations. One bad situation that they did get themselves into was when Mari had decided to break from the group to investigate a different trio consisting of a mammoth sized guy, an almost equally sized hatted person, and a crazy looking short dude (“We are the same height, you Asshole!”) with orange hair. Apparently having six demigods in one area makes you a beaconing signal for monsters, and soon the group had to fight their way through a hoard of Strix(bird of ill omen, product of metamorphosis, that fed on human flesh and blood). So, now their trio is a sextet headed to some abandoned auditorium because some guy with a bad haircut told them that all of their questions could be answered there.

The End? I guess…Idk

Sorry for inconsistencies, I tried.

AHHH, THAT SOUNDS SO COOL!…Though, I do have a suggestion…? I’m not sure how far or where you looked into Celtic mythology, but the Irish Celts did have a few deities! (As someone who practices wicca, which incorporates many celtic themes, I actually follow a couple myself) Maybe instead of a banshee, he could be the daughter of Clíodhna herself; queen of the banshees, and also ruler of the Celtic afterlife?

I’ll remember you by late movie nights, laughing in the rain and totally soaked shoes. I’ll remember you by conversations in the night, long walks in the winter and warm toasts in microwaves. I’ll remember you by your warm smiles, stupid shenanigans and how you, tightly, held my hand in yours.

I’ll remember it. Always. All the time.

—  @celtic-poetry, For Sofie

St Patrick’s Day - Photo via Google

Lauren, you people are nuts…or Irish.  :)  For the unenlightened, this is what they do in Chicago on St Patrick’s Day, they dye The Chicago River green.  I haven’t seen it yet this year, but for several years in a row now I’ve watched The Irish in America on the History Channel, and I must say “we’ve” kicked some serious butt here. Actually I’m a typical All American Mutt, but my grandfather came over from Ireland, Frawley is Irish, and therefore I’m Irish. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.  I so love the romantically, haunting and heartbreaking music and poetry of Ireland.  My Mother always loved Celtic Music as well.  I guess we’re Irish at heart, and that makes March 17th one of my favorite days of the year. I’ve grown e’en (had to do it) fonder of it over the last 4 plus years as I’ve met some truly wonderful Irish and Celtic Poets right here on Tumblr.  My favorite that I also miss terribly, though I hear she might be back is Cousin Cate.  I guess I’m her American Cousin, and there’s a bit of a possibly obscure historical reference in there somewhere. She actually accepted me with love as 100% Irish, and taught me some cool words like Dotin’ and Doteen.  Love you Cate.  Happy St Patrick’s Day to all.  

May the luck of the Irish, and the love of the angels ever grace you,
Mike Frawley <3   

You are my sunlight. I mean, every day becomes sunny when you’re around. Smiling your smiles and laughing. Holding me tight in your arms. Telling me to breathe slowly. Never letting me go when I’m blue, just staying quietly by my side. Yes, you are my sunlight. Lightning up my darkened days. Keeping me sane. Keeping me above the water. Keeping me safe. Keeping me by your side. Keeping me. Keeping me. Keeping me. And for that I’m grateful. Always.
The spirit and the knight Chapter 1

I based this AU fanfic on this fanart (not mine) that I’ve already posted:


Arthur is a spirit who hates humans. He lives in the magical forest that the King doesn’t own yet. Said king is trying hard to get all the magical creatures to increase his power and to kill everything that he can’t control. Like spirits. While he was bathing in one of his favourite magical river he makes a strange encounter that will change his life and will make him realize what love is.

(sorry for any grammar errors, English isn’t my mother language :3 Oh, and there are side parings like Dennor, Franada, PruHun and Nichu ^w^)

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anonymous asked:

but...england's a germanic country...

not exactly my dear anon, england’s the same kind of fucked up country as france : celtic roots, roman invasion, germanic invasions, norman conquest…  It’s still quite obscure to me what category to put him in, just like France.

Yet even tho my blog’s called ask-celts, its main purpose was to be an askblog about the british brothers + ancient celt, and mainly about when they were kids THEREFORE all celtics (how things have changed wow)

so when Celt tells him he’s a true celt its before Rome put a feet on the island

Two loves of mine,
sharing my time,
once upon a train.

Two loves
so different
from one another.

A Ginger
and a Raven,
both with fire
in their eyes
- of something old
and wise.

Ginger with flowery scent,
Raven with cleverly wit.

No wonder that I kept losing my mind
sharing time with those two
heavenly princesses,

me, just ol’ me,
always lost in thoughts.

—  @celtic-poetry, Two

anonymous asked:

I'm still in the beginning stages of Paganism and I always hear about Celtic variations, but I find it harder to find anything specific to Germanic Paganism, which I prefer since I am German. Do you know of anything or have any resources?

Germanic paganism is difficult, since the Germanic kingdoms weren’t unified as one country for many centuries. A lot of the mythology wasn’t recorded or written down. This is, according to many historians and the American college-level education systems, why two young men, the Grimm brothers, took it upon themselves to collect folktales and legends from around the Germanic kingdoms.

Here are some links that may help:


theclockstopsticking  asked:

What type of music do all the brothers (sakamaki/mukami) like? I feel like laito would love spanish/latin music

Ayato: i enjoy Pop or rap, you know, the cool stuff

Laito: i do like music in other languages, it’s always something new

Kanato: i like celtic music, it’s very calming and pretty

Reiji:  i can’t say i listen to much music but when i do i normally listen to Bea miller or sometimes ellie goulding 

Shu: *chuckles* you listen to girly music Reiji

Subaru:  thats funny coming from you Shu

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was just wondering whats the difference between a Druid and a Celtic polytheist? If there is one.

It’s a rough thing to try and describe, mostly because definitions will be personal, I suspect, on both terms. I think the easiest way to try and explain it is this:

“Celtic Polytheists” are, I suspect, people who believe in a multiplicity of divine or spiritual beings, who are primarily Celtic in nature (that is, they are the sorts of beings that he Celts honored, or would have honored). The Celts, as we know, spanned most of the known European world, from Ireland to Turkey to Spain on a modern map, at some point in their history. You can follow just about any path you want, and if it includes multiple Celtic deities or spirits, I guess you can call yourself a “Celtic Polytheist.”

“Druids” are, typically, also Celtic polytheists. Speaking quite strictly, the term “Druid” refers to the priestly class of folks involved in the maintenance of relationships between humans and the divine in the ancient Celtic world. It’s an institution unique to the Celtic world in many ways (certainly, the word “Druid” is unique to the Celtic world), but it’s also part of a wider Indo-European framework of priests and how they relate to their folk.

Modern Druidry is different than ancient Druidry in a variety of ways (not the least of which is “It’s not ancient”), but one key way is that most (and I stress most) are neither exclusively Celtic nor exclusively polytheistic. The revival of Druidry has seen organizations like OBOD and AODA, which are mostly Celtic in nature but see Druidry as a way of life (attracting monotheistic Druids, Christian Druids, and Atheist Druids alike); as well as organizations like ADF, which is pan-Indo-European in cultural focus, but completely polytheistic in the way it deals with the Spirits (and attracting almost entirely polytheistic folks as a result). There are modern Druid groups that are entirely Celtic and polytheist (the Henge of Keltria is a prime example), and there are Druid groups out there (in the real minority) that are neither polytheistic nor Celtic.

So Modern Druidry isn’t always strictly Celtic and polytheistic, but it is typically one or the other (or both). The best organizations, I think, give you as an individual the right to choose how strict you, personally, want to be with that practice: if you want to just be a Celtic polytheist in ADF, for example, you certainly can be. I believe the same is true for OBOD (I’ve never seen anything to the contrary). The way I’d describe the two is “If you want to work mostly with Celtic-inspired folk and see Druidry as a way of life, OBOD is a good bet; if you want to work mostly with polytheists and see Druidry as a spirituality or religion, ADF is a good bet,” but in both, you’ll find people of like mind that you might really enjoy working with.