Sup

Hope you all have had a fantastic week. 

I unfortunately have fallen sick once more. Why? I don't know, but it sucks

I felt worse yesterday, though, so it's fine

Also I got to see some history stuff today so I cannot complain much

I have been through worse ;)

Welp let's start I guess

First, I shall dump art from my sketchbook because why the hell not?

These are just some silly little feathers I drew out of boredom during class.

They may or may not belong to somebody.

I shan't say.

Bit of a nonsense page.

I was doing something for Art but I forget now what it was. 

Weeee ghosty whosty!

I made this for art back in September :]

I FORGOT TO COLOR IN THE WINDOWS THOUGH WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Other then that though I was happy with how it turned out :D

It's been a while since I played around with watercolor tbh

Remember him?

Well, this was my first little sketch of him a while back. Pretty stupid looking ikr?

Sigh

I need to redraw this eventually.....

Here is the Munster stained glass art on paper! :D

This was the stained glass drawing on paper

The writing on the side were tips for doing stained glass by one of my friends

Again, they helped a lot

Might do another stained glass drawing eventually :)

Another nonsense doodle from Art

Now enough with my sketchbook stuff, here is a balllll

Lucca! 

He is an angry little ball.

Why?

I don't know, maybe somebody made a horrible joke.

Can't really blame him if that's the caseee

Finally, remember the month thing?

Well here we go again!

For February, I choose one of the favorites, the Kingdom of Leinster! There are a few reasons for this. One, color kinda fit. Two, February 1st is the feast day of St. Brigid which is a holiday celebrated in Ireland. St. Brigid actually came from the Kingdom of Leinster which played into me choosing her. Finally, I feel that KoLein would be into love stories for some reason. Why? Idk I think she would find the tropes entertaining. Particularly tragic ones. Oh yeah, also because February is symbolized by reflection and it fits well to the lore I created for her :)

This is actually one of the first times I drew her with her hood down

Also I wonder what she is holding in her hand WINK WINK WINK.

Sorry.

ANyway here are some facts about her:

- based on my research she is the daughter of Laighin (An ancient Irish tribe) although, family treeing is hard so she might have more parents 

- She came into power around the 7th Century BC/BCE but doesn't know the exact year herself 

- Mother of Osraige 

- She most likely has a hit list

- Munster (Kingdom) is most definitely on it

- She plays the harp! :D

- Leinster ended up teaching Osraige, the Kingdom of Ireland, and two others how to play the harp

- The province of Leinster actually ended up being inspired to learn how to play the harp; the Kingdom of Ireland taught her how, actually :D

- Ní bheidh sí logh di féin

- She got along with Ulaid somewhat 

- Leinster is okay with leaving her home to interact with other kingdoms but dislikes the idea of leaving the island mainly because she has major trust issues

- She eventually became friendish with the Kingdom of Dublin (there is a reason why I am putting it that way)

- Leinster was a part of the Irish alliance during the Nine Years War

- Also a big time England hater

- She has bad seasonal allergies 

That is all I have for nowww 

I would've added more but I can't spoil lore.

SIghhhhhhhh

Speaking of lore.

Want some? 

>:D

An old grey church sat calmly on a hill; no sign of life came from within. The windows were dark from within; the walls seemed to be falling in on themselves, and even the once beautiful oak doors seemed to be out of place. Beside the old church was a tall, thick, brown oak tree with many weaving branches going in many directions. The leaves were a dull dark green but, in some places, could be seen slowly turning into vibrant shades of orange, yellow, and red. Beneath the tree was a dark grey gravestone that seemed to have dulled over the years of it being there. Along with the symbols carved into it, there were letters that formed into a sentence and a year, Here Lies the Kingdom of Munster (1st Century BC - 1118 AD)

Other words were scribbled at the bottom but they were far too small to read. A singular ruby red rose was laid on top of the grave still looking fresh and new. The petals looking only slightly worn out. It was almost peaceful besides the sound of the wind and the occasional twitter of a bird. Nobody seemed to be around. Almost.

Someone was walking past the church, stopping to examine the collapsing walls for a moment before turning to approach the large oak tree that sat beside it. The person wore a long brown cloak almost as brown as the ground beneath them. Their steps were quick, and soon enough, they were standing right in front of the grave, staring at the plaque before them. The person's white hands shot up and took off her hood as she simply stared down at the grave.

"So, how's being dead?" Leinster asked casually, crossing her arms and staring down at the stone. Unsurprisingly, there was no response. Leinster sat down in front of the grave, humming slightly before speaking again, "Being dead suits you better. Now I don't have to hear your annoying voice."

Once more, there was no reply, and Leinster chuckled, "Ah what a shame. It's only been about... 200 years? Maybe less. I lost count after a while, but I mean that isn't that surprising when you can't really die of old age like most things."

She was silent for a little while, almost as if she was hoping that, in some way, the dead country would speak. But after a while, she stared off into the distant green trees below the hill and sighed, "You know, you were lucky in a way to die when you did. Mainly because you never got to deal with all of this- cacamas that happened. I sometimes wish I could just die so that I could be out of this world and no longer have to deal with the pain that comes with it."

She traced her fingers over a small, jagged rock that just so happened to be in her hands now, "Yep... Well. I wonder if you are with Ulaid, Meath, and whoever else died. That's something else I lost count of actually. Well, anyway, I bet you would probably be driving them insane like you do best. I can already imagine Meath trying to fight you because you made some dumb comment as usual. Or maybe even Dublin would, but then again he kind of changed before the end of his life. So he might just deal with your attitude instead like Ulaid."

She chuckled, "I really do not miss you. But in all honesty, if I had to choose between you and England, I probably would've chosen you because at least you never had the intention of killing everybody and in all honesty, I would rather deal with your attitude then with England's... which.. says a lot."

Leinster continued to trace her finger over the rock feeling the bumps and edges, it felt satisfying in some strange way she couldn't explain. Almost as if it relieved her stress, she needed it. Stress seemed to be constant after all, "Wonder if Ormond is with you now. He's gone missing. Wherever he is is anybody's guess but I am going to be the depressing one and assume he's dead. Mainly because if he was caught by England that's most likely where he would've ended up, dead. Just like everybody else. Didn't know him that well though. Your other two I know a lot better actually. Thomond has some of your spirit. I saw it at Móin Mhór. She didn't give up that easily. It took a lot to finally force her to give up. I was kind of impressed. Desmond, he's... literally almost exactly the same although I noticed he's more reserved. Desmond is also less ambitious. But maybe he would be more ambitious if England wasn't here, who knows. Why am I even talking about them?"

She paused, no longer moving her fingers on the rock but now gripping it tightly before tossing it aside, causing it to tumble down the hill, bouncing all the way. "Nevermind. But our son told me what you said about me. You really think I am an overprotective jumpy fool huh? I should say thought actually now that I think about it. Seeing as you are no longer around. On the bright side, at least Osraige is actually always honest."

There was another long pause of silence, which was only answered with the wind. "Osraige hasn't spoken to me in a while. I... don't know why but I worry he knows that I technically am the reason England even got here in the first place... I mean, I wouldn't blame him, after all, I wouldn't want to be associated with someone who left an opening for England as well who also happens to be the same person that..."

She trailed off. Her expression looked somewhat sickly, almost like she could see the blood and feathers on her hands once more. One of the many scenes that seemed to haunt her. "Perhaps being alive still is my punishment. I get to live and deal with the guilt that haunts me."

Awkward silence followed before she gave a fake laugh, "But hey I am sure it's fine! After all, Osraige has always been a little isolated and a little wild! I mean he has wolves as pets so maybe I shouldn't be too surprised. I am sure that he doesn't hate me and I am sure we are still on good terms right? I don't think it's like how your relationship with him was."

Still, there was no response. Finally, Leinster facepalmed, laughing, "Why am I even talking to you? It's not like you are going to respond! I actually don't even know why I came here of all places. I would have rather gone to Ulaid's grave if anything! But for some reason, I chose to come here and start talking to a grave, and the person I am even talking to won't respond because once again, he is dead!"

Leinster gave an extremely exasperated sigh, lying back on the grass and dirt, feeling the mixture of soft and rough underneath her. "I honestly felt like I hated everybody after I got the news of Ulaids death. I hated England for taking advantage of the situation, although I still hate him. But I also hated Connacht for expelling me out of my own territory. Hell, I even hated Lordship for a little while for even allying with England. But I think most of all I hated myself. I know it's not my fault though."

She could hear the self-doubt in her tone as she added the last sentence, so she shrugged and closed her eyes. She wasn't even sure what to say anymore. Munster wouldn't even reply. He was dead and had been so for a long time. Why was she even here? What was the point? She closed her eyes briefly, muttering, "I think I do fear it is my fault deep down though. Because that means I am the reason so many are dead and I am the reason that... All of this has happened."

She continued to lay back in the smooth silky grass, staring up at the bright blue sky above. That's when she remembered why she had even come here and sat up, her eyes lingering on the ruby red rose for a moment. Leinster spoke, "I still have the harp you gave me. Surprising right? You might've expected me to get rid of it but I didn't. I will give you credit, you were never bad at carving. Still bad at parenting though."

She paused, imagining his overdramatic, most likely sarcastic reaction. "Well I made something for you, which is probably stupid since you're dead but at this point I don't care. It will hopefully help me forget about you. Who knows? Maybe you'll be able to see it anyway."

She reached into her cloak and pulled out a weirdly shaped carving that seemed to be carved into a curled shape with pointed ends that looked almost like branches going in several different directions at once. It was coated in a dull yellow. "It's an antler if you can't tell. I am not great at carving so that's why it came out wonky. Actually, this was my first time carving. It's also my last."

She added the last part as she placed the antler carving on top of the plaque right next to the bright red rose. She admired the sight for a second before joking, "At least it brightens up the grave a little more?"

She watched for a few more moments before giving another sigh and turning away, "Hope you enjoy doing whatever you're doing. I am just glad it's not annoying me. Goodbye Munster."

With that, she began to walk away from the grave, leaving it alone, trying to empty her mind of the negative thoughts that surrounded her.

End.

Tee hee

Leinster angst

Don't you love it?

 I know that I enjoy writing it even if it makes me a little sad inside.

The feathers and blood thing may or may not have been important.... can't really say.....

Do you remember, though, how Thomond mentioned the strangely shaped antler in her letters? 

Well, that was who made it!

Leinster kind of wants to forget Munster and is hoping this will help her forget him.

But it didn't exactly help as she hoped :)

Now before I go, any questions theories or concernsssss?

That it?

Well goodbye then!

Farewell!

See you whenever!