#flann dee

[alisvhikasu]

Alis: Up top! Siershu: I feel like your height is cheating... Miyuki: *intense focus* Alasi: *vibing* ... Yath: How boorish, is this really considered "fun" by commoners? Chantal: Lady, I'm not drunk enough to listen to nobles whine today. ... Ohri: Hmm, haven't seen you around before bun~ Flann: *blushing* Haaa, I'm in danger?~❤

You know, I spent way too long setting this up. Getting actors into position is a headache...

Bonus: non-framed pic

hello beloved mutuals today i am so so sleepy and a little bit sad send me cute girls kissing pls

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Desmond Grady

The Father of Sara Desmond Grady

The father of Saraid and Oscar, and common-law husband of Honora. An English professor, he works at Columbia University while raising Oscar and Saraid by himself.

"Did everyone do the required reading?"

Name

Full Legal Name: Desmond Eoghan Grady

First Name: Desmond

Meaning: Anglicized form of Irish 'Deasmhumhain' meaning 'South Munster', referring to the region of Desmond in sothern Ireland, formerly a kingdom.

Pronunciation: DEHZ-mund

Origin: English, Irish

Middle Name: Eoghan

Meaning: Possibly means 'Born from the yew tree', from Old Irish 'Eó' 'Yew' and the suffix 'Gan' 'Born'.

Pronunciation: ON

Origin: Irish, Irish Mythology

Surname: Grady

Meaning: From Irish 'Ó Gráda’ or 'Ó Grádaigh’ meaning 'Descendant of Gráda’. The byname Gráda means 'noble, illustrious’.

Pronunciation: GRAY-dee

Origin: Irish

Alias: None

Reason: None

Nicknames: Des, Desi

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 38

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Irish-American

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: April 3th 1981

Symbols: None

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Catholic

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English

Relationship Status: Common-Law Married

Astrological Sign: Aries

Theme Song (Ringtone on Sara’s Phone): 'Psychosocial’ - Slipknot

Voice Actor: John Lithgow

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Fort Greene, Brooklyn, New York

Current Location: Fort Greene, Brooklyn, New York

Hometown: Fort Greene, Brooklyn, New York

Appearance

Height: 6'0" / 182 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Full Beard

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 8

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: None

Enemies: None

Friends: Ulysses May, Vasco Romero, Raeburn Griffiths, Uilliam Rhydderch, Wyn Rhydderch, Neifion Rhydderch, Mostyn Rhydderch

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Oscar Grady-Sullivan

Mentor: Patrick Grady

Significant Other: Honora Sullivan (39, Common-Law Wife)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Patrick Grady (58, Father), Deirdre Grady (59, Mother, Née Wallace)

Parents-In-Law: Tadhg Sullivan (59, Father-In-Law), Doireann Sullivan (60, Mother-In-Law, Née Walsh)

Siblings: Caoilfhionn Rafferty (35, Sister, Née Grady), Kennedy Grady (32, Brother), Cadhla Grady (29, Sister), Ivor Grady (26, Brother), Bridget Grady (23, Sister), Flann Grady (20, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Fionn Rafferty (36, Caoilfhionn’s Husband), Aoife Grady (33, Kennedy’s Wife, Née Quirke), Nollaig Sullivan (33, Brother), Caoimhe Sullivan (34, Nollaig's Wife, Née Sheridan), Deirbhile Taggart (30, Sister, Née Sullivan), Kevin Taggart (31, Deirbhile's Husband), Neil Sullivan (27, Brother), Damhnait Sullivan (24, Sister), Naoise Sullivan (21, Brother), Clodagh Sullivan (18, Sister)

Nieces & Nephews: Aoibheann Sullivan (13, Niece), Fintan Sullivan (10, Nephew), Aisling Taggart (10, Niece), Finbar Taggart (7, Nephew), Ailbhe Taggart (4, Niece), Fiachra Taggart (1, Nephew), Treasa Rafferty (15, Niece), Fergus Rafferty (12, Nephew), Sive Grady (12, Niece), Fachtna Grady (9, Nephew)

Children: Saraid Grady-Sullivan (18, Daughter), Oscar Grady-Sullivan (15, Brother)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: None

Trainer: None

Managers: None

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Trivia: Nothing of Note

[guildofempyreans]

U know... I haven’t been posting must casual stuff around here nowadays for some reason. Hang on I’ve got something:  

I’ve got some (fun) name-related facts at 1 am under rm. hell yea.

1) Flynn's name was originally gonna be Flan/Flann to fit with Biscotti. But, as much as I love those damn naming conventions, it felt a bit... “too much”, I guess you could say? I honestly can’t think of the right word or feeling, but it just didn’t feel... right.

2) Tenmaar was originally gonna be named "Ten[g]aar", but when I looked up the name and ONLY saw a specific character, I decided I should probably change or alter it... I know about the series the character is from, and I knew that was her name (i mean, that’s literally where I got the name from), but I didn’t know she was the ONLY holder of that name.

Like, DAMN. If I name someone after a character I already know about, I try to not have it be THAT rare of a name lmao. Anyway, I quickly adapted to the name change and ended up preferring the name Tenmaar for, well, Tenmaar, so that all worked out :)

3) Ruto’s name was actually a placeholder, but the moment I wrote Ruto introducing themself in chapter 1 I was like “WELL why not”. Again, I got her name from a pre-existing character, but THIS time, the result page for typing in “Ruto” wasn’t just that character!

[Also I’m being intentionally vague w/ Tenmmar & Ruto’s name origin stories so that this post doesn’t accidentally crash into these games’ tags or anything khgdng]

4) I don’t know if I’ve talked it on here, but Siegril's name in the veeery first drafts in my mind was “Xignel”. The name actually originated from “Ziggurat”, and morphed into Xignel (and... I didn’t get Ziggurat from the actual word “Ziggurat”. That’s right I got the name from another video game character lets goooooo).

The name Xignel gradually changed into slight alterations from there like Signel/Zignell/Siegel/etc, but as you can see, he ended up with Siegril!

...HOWEVER. Just until RIGHT BEFORE I started the story, his name was gonna be "Siegriel" with an E.

Just before the start of the story, I decided to remove the E from his because it felt to similar to the name Zandiel, to me (Their names literally would have rhymed & I didn’t like that at all. Also, by the way, Zandiel’s name is pronounced Zahn-dee-ell! Yea!)

Anyway, anyone who was reading OtL before chapter 5... may or may not have noticed how Siegril’s name actually WAS written as "Siegriel" until I realized it, burst into flames, and then had to find & edit instances of "Siegriel" in chapter 3 and 4 to say Siegril.

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Honestly, a lot of characters’ names in OtL has some sort of origin story, but that’s all I’ll say for now! Don’t want this getting tooo extra long.

[ghostwinchesters]

“If I go down now, I’m not getting back up.”

ao3 link

since there wasn’t a pairing or a character with your request, anon, i went with early seasons protective!Sam and hurt!Dean. it can be taken as gen or not, whatever you want. it’s just set in s2 so their beautifully fucked up dynamic is in full swing and they’re really touchy and close.

beta: @gaywitchtwins i love you, Nate.

Shit like this isn’t supposed to happen. Dean isn’t supposed to get hurt. Not hurt enough to die. Not again. Sam can’t do this. Not again.

Fuck. Dad’s gone, and he can’t lose Dean too. Hell, last time Dean was dying, Dad traded his soul. This time, God only knows, Sam might end up doing the same thing. He’s just not sure he can tolerate losing Dean so soon. He can’t.

Sam grips Dean tighter around the shoulders, trying to figure out whether helping him across the field to the Impala or leaving Dean to go get the Impala is a better idea. He was attempting the first idea but they’d made it as far as the entrance to the barn and Dean can barely limp along. He’s obviously trying not to show how much pain he’s in for Sam’s sake, but Sam knows his big brother. Knows his facial expressions and the jokes he’s making to keep them both calm. Or attempting to keep them calmer at the very least.

Sam’s brain is going into overdrive and it’s not helping with the decision-making. Dean is the one bleeding out and dying, but Sam is the one who’s hurting. He needs to help his brother. Needs to. That’s all that matters right now. Saving Dean. Getting him to safety.

He forces himself to focus on that, and it’s barely working, but it’s working. He slowly starts to let go of Dean as he attempts to gently help him sit down on the ground next to the sliding door, still holding his arm to support him. Dean stiffens, refusing to allow Sam to let him go, eyes wide, his other hand desperately grabbing at the front of Sam’s shirt.

“S-Sam…” Dean gasps in a breath of air. He’s losing too much blood. Fuck. “Sam, what are you…” A gagging cough this time. “Where are you going? Don’t leave me, Sammy.” His voice cracks with panic when he says leave, and his fingers grip Sam’s shirt even tighter.

“No, Dean, no. I’m not leaving you.” They’re still standing because Dean’s knees are locked, like he thinks he’ll be alone as soon as he collapses on the dirty, hay-strewn ground. “I’m not.” Sam tries to get a better grip on his flannel, which is off and pressed against the gaping stab wound in Dean’s stomach. His own stomach twists violently when he accidentally lets himself think about how Dean’s blood is covering his hand. Drenching both Sam and Dean at this point. “I’m not leaving you, Dee. Just stay with me, okay? Stay with me.”

Dean nods sluggishly, less terrified, his death grip loosening slightly.

“Do you want me to bring the Impala here, De—”

Dean’s eyes widen again, pupils blown in panic. “No. Don’t leave.” His hand comes up to press against Sam’s neck, nails digging into Sam’s skin. “Don’t leave me alone, Sammy.” His words come out in a pleading whisper this time, and Sam swallows hard. “There could still be… There could still be vampires. Don’t go.”

“They’re dead, Dean. I killed them after you went down. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.” Sam can’t get the Impala now. Dean is too anxious and confused and he’ll just lose more blood if he starts thrashing in panic. “But you’re right. It’s a stupid plan. We’re sticking together.”

“We always stick together, right, Sammy?” The sting in the back of Sam’s neck lessens as Dean relaxes a little, like he’s trying to pull himself together, even though he’s delirious as fuck from the lack of blood. He laughs, and Sam tries to ignore how strained and forced it comes out. “Besides, Sammy. If I go down now, I’m not getting back up.”

“That’s not funny, Dee. And it’s not true.”

They both know it’s true.

“Awh, come on. It’s a little funny.”

Sam knows it’s true and that’s why it’s not funny. Dean knows it too, but he’s still smiling up at Sam with a crazy, fake grin.

Suddenly it disappears and the scared look is back on his face. “Don’t let me go down though.”

“I won’t, Dean. I won’t.” Sam moves slightly. “Here, give me your hand… Yeah, down here. I’m holding the flann— Okay, you need to keep it pressed against your wou—”

“I know… I know how to cover a damn stab…” Dean’s voice trails off for a second as his eyes droop.

“Hey, stay with me, dude. Don’t you dare pass out on me.”

“I know how to do it, okay?” His words are slurred and he sounds like a petulant five year old, and Sam smiles tiredly.

“Of course. I’m sorry.”

Sam lets go of the flannel after making sure Dean is holding it well enough. His hand moves to gently hold Dean’s face, ignoring the fact that he’s getting Dean’s own blood on his cheek and chin. “Just stay with me, you hear? I’m not leaving you but you can’t leave me either. I can’t lose someone else. I can’t.”

“I ain’t… I ain’t goin’ anywhere, Sam—Sammy. Prom—promise.” His words are coming out weaker and weaker, but he’s smiling up at Sam softly. He’s still hanging on. He’s gonna keep hanging on. Sam can’t let himself think anything else.

“Good… Good, yeah.” Sam shifts, helping Dean put his arm over Sam’s shoulders as he moves his own arm to Dean’s waist. He covers Dean’s hand with his own again to help with the blood flannel, trying not to hug Dean too tightly and too desperately against him. “You think you can try walking again?”

Dean looks queasy at just the thought but he nods.

They make it to the Impala almost twenty minutes later, having to pause multiple times in their awkward limping across the still somewhat muddy field. Sam opens the passenger door to help Dean in but Dean shakes his head vigorously.

“Sam, you have to… um, uh… towel. Towel for the, uh, blood.” Dean can barely keep his head up and he definitely can’t stand on his own, but his voice is insistent. “I don’t… Upholstery… Clean her…”

Sam has to force himself not to snap about how if they don’t get Dean to a hospital quickly enough, Dean won’t be around to do any cleaning, but he makes sure Dean’s leaning against the side of the car before he opens the trunk and grabs the towel Dean always insists on using if one of them is bleeding. He drops his machete in without caring where it goes in the organized mess, and slams the trunk closed.

“Easy, man.” Dean somehow finds the energy to glare at Sam when he’s close enough to see him in the dark. Sam rolls his eyes, but he feels inexplicably guilty for possibly causing Dean unnecessary anxiety. Sam lays the towel down on the leather bench seat and straightens up, grabbing Dean’s arm to help him sit down.

Dean collapses against him as soon as Sam touches him, and Sam stumbles slightly, trying to keep them both on their feet, wrapping his arms around Dean. “Yo, Dee. You okay?” He doesn’t respond right away and Sam isn’t breathing. “Dean.”

“‘M, okay, Sammy.” His words come out muffled against Sam and Sam whispers a relieved, “Oh, thank God. Thank fuck. I…”

“Sorry, ‘m just… really tired.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Yeah.” Sam’s breathing again, no matter how erratic, trying not to show how panicked he is at Dean’s condition. “Just hang on until I get you to the hospital, dude. Hang on.”

“’M hangin’ on.” His chapped lips move against Sam’s neck. “I ain’t leavin’ you, Sammy.”

“Here, let’s get to you in the car. Come on.”

“Wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

Dean shakes his head and looks up at Sam, his hand coming up to Sam’s cheek. “N-nothing. I just… I love you, Sammy.” Dean’s voice cracks and Sam is holding up all his weight at this point.

“I know, Dean. I know. Why are you telling me?” Sam knows that too but he doesn’t want it to be true.

“Jus—” He coughs again and it just sounds painful to Sam’s ears. “Just in case I—”

“No, fuck you, Dean. There’s no ‘just in case.’ You’re gonna be fine. Just get in the car.” Sam can’t believe how tight his throat feels and how his eyes are watering. “Please.” He gently helps Dean turn around and sit down. No matter how carefully Sam tries though, Dean groans softly as he relaxes against the soft leather.

Sam slams the door harder than he intended and he can hear Dean let out an annoyed groan as he mumbles “Sam.”

“Goddammit, Dee. She’ll be fine.” Sam snaps as he drops down next to Dean and starts the engine. The loud rumble is overwhelmingly comforting and he can tell Dean loosens up a little more too.

“You’re too far, Sammy.” Dean whines, scooting closer. Sam rolls his eyes and wants to tell him that he’ll be more comfortable leaning against the door, but then again. The Winchester brothers have never been much for personal space. He lets Dean lean against him and puts his right arm around him, instead of opening his mouth. He won’t have to panic if he can’t tell if Dean’s breathing or not on the other side of the bench seat. Now he can just feel him breathing against him. It might be a little awkward to drive with one arm so tight around Dean’s shoulders, but he doesn’t have it in him to tell Dean to move.

They’re gonna be okay, right?

Sam looks over his shoulder as he backs up; fumbles with the gears with his left hand; puts the Impala into drive. His gaze drops down to Dean, who’s fighting to to keep his eyes from shutting. “I love you too, Dee,” he whispers into Dean’s hair before hitting the gas pedal.

They’re gonna be okay.

a/n: i would...... love feedback. xxx

[transnames]

Some one-syllable neutral names

(Two-syllable names)

A: Ace, Add, Ade, Aim, Al, Ames, An, Ant, Art, Ash, Aud, Ax, Az

B: Bard, Barr, Bas, Bay, Baz, Beach, Beau, Beck, Bee, Beech, Bel, Bell, Bev, Birch, Bird, Blaine, Blair, Blake, Blaze, Bliss, Blue, Blythe, Bo, Bon, Boo, Brae, Brace, Brave, Bree, Breeze, Bret, Brook, Brooks, Bronx, Bry, Bryce, Bryn, Byrd

C: Cade, Cai, Cal, Cale, Cam, Case, Cass, Cat, Cay, Ceil, Cer, Chan, Char, Chas, Chase, Chay, Chi, Chip, Chris, Clare, Claude, Clay, Clor, Cloud, Clove, Co, Cole, Colt, Crane, Crow, Cruz, Cy, Cyd

D: Dahl, Dai, Daine, Dale, Dane, Dar, Dare, Dash, Dax, Day, Dee, Dell, Den, Dev, Dez, Di, Doe, Dor, Doss, Dove, Dray, Dream, Drew, Dru, Duff, Dune

E: East, Edge, El, Elk, Elm, Em, En, Eun, Ev, Eyre, Ez

F: Fang, Fawn, Fay, Fern, Fife, Finch, Finn, Fionn, Flame, Flann, Flick, Flint, Flip, Flor, Flynn, Fox, Fran, Free, Frost

G: Gab, Gale, Gen, Gene, Gil, Glade, Glaw, Glenn, Glo, Glynn, Gray, Green, Grey, Grove, Gull, Gus, Gwyn

H: Hal, Hale, Hail, Hall, Halle, Han, Hao, Harl, Hawk, Hayes, Haze, Hyeon

I: Ille, Inge, Io, Ire, Isle, Iss, Iv, Ives, Ix, Iz

J: Jade, Jae, Jak, Jam, Jan, Jas, Jax, Jay, Jayme, Jazz, Jean, Jem, Jeri, Jerre, Jess, Jet, Jewel, Jin, Jo, Joyce, Jude, Jules, June

K: Kade, Kai, Kal, Kam, Kass, Kay, Kaz, Keats, Kei, Kel, Kerr, Kick, Kim, Kit, Klaude, Klay, Klee, Knight, Knox, Kris, Ky, Kyle

L: Lan, Land, Lane, Lang, Lake, Lark, Leaf, Lee, Leeds, Leigh, Leith, Len, Lex, Li, Lin, Liv, Loch, Locke, Lon, Lorne, Lou, Luck, Lute, Lux, Lyre, Lyse

M: Mack, Mai, Maize, Mal, Mar, March, Marl, Mars, Marsh, Max, Mays, Mel, Mer, Merce, Merle, Mies, Miles, Mills, Min, Mint, Moe, Moon, Murph, Muse, Myrl, Myrrh

N: Nao, Nat, Neel, Nell, Nev, Nic, Night, Nile, Noe, Noel, Noor, Norm, North, Nove, Nox, Nyx

O: Oak, Oakes, Oates, Ode, Ore, Oz

P: Pace, Page, Park, Pat, Patch, Payne, Pau, Pax, Paz, Peace, Pearl, Per, Phi, Pier, Pierce, Pike, Pim, Pine, Pip, Poe, Puck

Q: Quail, Quay, Quest, Quill, Quince, Quinn

R: Rae, Rail, Rain, Raz, Red, Ree, Reed, Reese, Reeve, Rei, Reid, Reign, Ren, Reyes, Rho, Rhys, Rian, Ridge, Riles, Rin, Ro, Roan, Roar, Rome, Ronne, Roone, Roth, Roux, Rowan, Rox, Roy, Royce, Rue, Rune, Ry, Ryn, Ryo

S: Sage, Sal, Sam, Scout, Sea, Sev, Sey, Shade, Shale, Shan, Shark, Shaw, Shawn, Shay, Shea, Shel, Sim, Siv, Sky, Slate, Sloane, Smith, Snow, Spike, Sol, Sorrel, Spring, Spruce, Star, Steel, Stone, Storm, Sun, Sy, Syd

T: Tai, Taj, Tal, Tam, Tate, Tau, Tay, Taz, Teal, Tee, Tib, Tide, Tix, Tobes, Trace, Trev, True, Truth, Ty

U: Ulf, Ull

V: Val, Vale, Van, Vane, Verne, Vi, Vic, Viv, Von, Voss, Vox

W: Wade, Ward, West, Whit, Wil, Wild, Win, Wolf, Worth, Wren, Wyle, Wynn

X: Xan, Xande, Xav, Xen, Xi, Xie

Y: Yale, Yang, Yates, Yeats, Yon, Yu, Yule, Yve, Yves

Z: Zabe, Zade, Zahn, Zale, Zan, Zane, Zeal, Zed, Zee, Zell, Zen, Zeph, Zev, Zinc, Ziv, Zo

[sylvarwolf]

Tuatha De Danaan CT040

The Religion of the Ancient Celts (1911) Chapter 5: The Tuatha Dé Danann

by J. A. MacCulloch

In this chapter, J A McCulloch looks at the nature and origin of the Gods of the Tuatha De Danaan, the tribes or folk of the Goddess Danu.

  Names Used in this Section

Tuatha Dé Danann

Danu

Fir Dea

Brian, Iuchar, and Iucharbar

fir tri ndea

Dôn

Cúchulainn

Fionn

Fomorians and Milesian

Dagda

Flann Manistrech

Gilla Coemain

Bodb Dearg

Manannan

Eochaid O'Flynn

dei terreni or síde

King Loegaire

Dr. Joyce and O'Curry

Mesca Ulad

Fand and Liban, and Labraid

Connla

Mider

Cenn Cruaich

Penn Cruc, Pennocrucium

Egyptian Neith, Semitic Ishtar

Anu

mater deorum hibernensium

Black Annis' Bower

Demeter and Persephone

Professor Rhys

Anoniredi

Vaucluse

Buanann

Brigit

Minerva Belisama and Brigindo

Dea Brigantia

Brigantes

Kildare

Cleena and Vera

Clota, the Clutoida

Dirra, Dirona

Aine

Knockainy in Limerick

Eogabal

Oilill Olomm and Ferchus

Aillén, Eogabal's son

Morrigan, Neman, and Macha

Badb

Badbcatha

Cathubodua

Haute-Savoie

Boduogenos

Fomorian Tethra

Nét

Neton

Mag-tured

Dr. Stokes

Adamnan

Boudicca

bangaisgedaig, banfeinnidi

Romano-British inscription at Benwell to the Lamiis Tribus

Keres

Matres

Arm, Danu, and Buanan

Battle of Ventry

Conncrithir

Be find

Eriu, Banba, and Fotla

tri dee Donand

M. D'Arbois

MacCuill, MacCecht, and MacGrainne

Dagda, Lug, and Ogma

Cian

The Children of Tuirenn

ogham

Babylonian Marduk

Ogmíos, Herakles

grianainech

Goibniu, Goba

Hephaistos

Soma, Haoma

Creidne

Luchtine

Diancecht

Miach, Airmed

Grannos

Cóir Anmann

Cera

Ruad-rofhessa

Eochaid Ollathair

Oengus

Elemar

Dr. MacBain

Dispater

Cromm Cruaich

Vallancey

Crom-eocha

Crom Dubh

Boand (the Boyne)

Cethlenn

Conaire

Mac Ind Oc

Tammuz and Adonis

Etain

Fuamnach

grianan

Diarmaid

Bri Léith

Isle of Falga, Isle of Man

Bláthnat

Aitherne

Medros

Nuada Argetlám, Sreng

Açvins, Vispala

Llûd Llawereint

Creidylad

Gwythur

Gwyn

Nodons

Nechtan

Nudd Hael

Ler

The Children of Lir

Llyr, Shakespeare, King Lear

Manannan mac Lir

Orbsen, son of Allot

Cóir Anmann

Agallamh na Senorach

Manawyddan

King Fiachna

Mongan

Barintus

Enbarr

Lug

Ethne

MacIneely

Gavida

Tara

samildánach

Irish Louth (Lug-magh) and in British Lugu-vallum

Lugudunum (Lyons), Lugudiacus, and Lugselva

Lugudunum Convenarum

Uxama

O'Davoren

Lugnasad

Lleu

  Religion of the Ancient Celts can be found on Sacred Texts.

You can find out more about J. A. McCulloch on Wikipedia.

Try the Celtic Myth Podshow for a dramatic re-telling of the Tales and Stories of the Ancient Celts at http://celticmythpodshow.com or in Apple Podcasts.

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