#uilleam

[anarchotolkienist]

According to my wrapped I was really going through it this year. Top song: Modern Swedish hymn about death ('Jag går mot döden var jag går'). Third song: 18th century Swedish hymn about death ('Hela världen klagar si'). Fifth song: Swedish song about being miserable in a foreign country and missing home ('Till mitt hem'). Second song though - Chì mi na mòr-bheanna, a Gaelic song celebrating getting the fuck away from Glasgow.

[dreamconsumer]

Wallace rejects the English proposals. By James William Edmund Doyle.

[powerfought]

☀☀☀☀☀☀ (( Uilleam for Amala? Yes uvu ))

"you have impeccable taste, darling, but i'm not surprised." with a casual flip of dark locks, she proceeds to gesture along the contours of her body. "i make it quite easy, don't you think?"

@sunsctfcde

[zephyrbug]

Miriam, a druid of the stars🌌❤️⚜️ Another finished design commission! This time for @//sooshibox (on insta) of their lovely circle of stars druid tiefling Mim!! I got to play with a lot of elements and colors I don’t normally go for and it definitely ended up being one of my favorite designs i’ve made in a while! (also i’ve drawn a version of her with her colorful pet axebeak Uilleam that i’ll share eventually)✨ It’s finals time so commissions are gonna slow down a little bit but once everything is done i’ll be able to hop back into these at full force!

[sassenach77yle]

... yer family is all around ye, all the time, even when ye canna see us. Yer grandsire and grandmother, Uncle Willie, me, Aunt Claire. We're in the wood and the stone, and the sounds and smells of this place...

... tha obair agad. 'se an obair sin, a chaileag, gum fàs u làidir agas sona. Na diochuimhnich...

...have a role to play. Yer role, wee lass, is to grow. strong and happy. Ne'er forget...

... gu bheil do theaghlach timcheall ort, fad na tide, fiù 's nach bith sinn ri fhaicinn. Do sheanar 's do sheanmhair, mo bhràthair Uilleam, mi fhéin, Sorcha. Tha sinn san fhiodh, sa chloich agas ann an gach fuaim's fàileadh an àite seo...

Outlander 2×08 “The Fox’s Lair”

“You can pour out your heart to them without choosing your words, or holding anything back at all. And that’s a comfort to the soul. It’s the way we talk to them before they are born, you know.”

“Yes, I know.”

“A man has to wait until the child is born. And then they hold their bairn and feel all the thinks that might be and all the things that might never be. And weep, not knowing which ones will come to pass.”

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

A Poster from the Kyiv Book Fair, 2023.

* * * * *

Victoria Amelina was a Ukrainian novelist, poet and public intellectual. When Russia launched its full-scale invasion of her country in 2022, she set aside most of her writing to document and research war crimes. Amelina understood the risks she ran with this work, both as a citizen who chose to stay in her country during war, and as a writer facing an invading army bent on destroying Ukrainian national identity. She moved her son to safety in Poland, but kept returning herself. When Kyiv came under bombardment in early summer she watched the explosions from her apartment and wrote: “The war is when you can no longer follow all news and cry about all neighbours who died instead of you a couple of miles away. Still, I want to not forget to learn the names.” She died on 1 July, aged 37, from injuries sustained in a Russian missile strike on a pizza restaurant in the eastern town of Kramatorsk. Two weeks before she died, she wrote about a painter, Polina Rayko, whose work had been largely obliterated in the floods unleashed by the collapse of the Kakhovka dam: “Art lives as long as the world sees it.” Below is Poem About a Crow, inspired by her work interviewing women who lived through Russian occupation. Translated by Uilleam Blacker.

Poem About a Crow

In a barren springtime field Stands a woman dressed in black Crying her sisters’ names Like a bird in the empty sky She’ll cry them all out of herself

The one that flew away too soon The one that had begged to die The one that couldn’t stop death The one that has not stopped waiting

The one that has not stopped believing The one that still grieves in silence

She’ll cry them all into the ground As though sowing the field with pain

And from pain and the names of women Her new sisters will grow from the earth And again will sing joyfully of life

But what about her, the crow?

She will stay in this field forever Because only this cry of hers Holds all those swallows in the air

Do you hear how she calls Each one by her name?

[The Guardian]

[luxmaeastra]

Garrick looked to Sarai, Natalia, and Maeve and Merka, throwing the female down on the ground. He ignored Uilleam's look of fury and disgust.

He nodded at her, the manacles on her flickered as she sought to tear them off.

Merka's cycle of violence needed to stop. In his experience one final blow should do it. She was causing too much agitation. If she wasn't dealt with the Daglan could face another civil war. Especially if the people learned Uilleam he seemed to love the Changeling female.

"Kaden's mate. Do as you will with it."

Merka sneered, turning to look at him.

"How stupid do you think I am? He doesn't have a mate, why would he -"

"You sure?"

Garrick knelt before Juniper, her eyes glowed and she barred her teeth. He simply stared at her grabbing her neck and pulling the necklace from her.

Bryce glared, trying to push at the Valg gaurds holding her in place.

"You have the wrong female! She doesn't have a fucking mate! And it wouldn't be someone as deranged as this -"

He held the pendant up, he crushed the gemstone in his palm.

Juniper flinched, but she didn't speak - not to Merka, not to Bryce. She watched the gemstone turn to dust, the runes flared up her arms, his scent on her.

She lunged for Garrick, Athril holding her back. She twisted, trying to scratch at his face.

"You will pay! He will find you! You professed to save us! You promised peace and abandoned us! You -"

This was not how she wanted things to go, this was not the moves she had wanted to make, but they were running out or resources in this battle. Garrick and Athril had told them to let them handle it, that they knew of a way to get a step ahead of them all while ensuring at least some peace a little bit long.

The answer left a bitter taste in her mouth, but Sarai wasn’t about to speak out against the fold. She did not want to draw a target upon herself or those she cared for, no her home.

Her gaze lingered upon the red haired female who seemed to be struggling with the guards, who seemed concerned for her friend.

Natalia’s hand squeeze’s Sarai’s arm before he moved forwards. “Are you accepting what is being offered to you Merka?”

[female-malice]

Victoria Amelina was a Ukrainian novelist, poet and public intellectual. When Russia launched its full-scale invasion of her country in 2022, she set aside most of her writing to document and research war crimes.

Amelina understood the risks she ran with this work, both as a citizen who chose to stay in her country during war, and as a writer facing an invading army bent on destroying Ukrainian national identity.

She moved her son to safety in Poland, but kept returning herself. When Kyiv came under bombardment in early summer she watched the explosions from her apartment and wrote: “The war is when you can no longer follow all news and cry about all neighbours who died instead of you a couple of miles away. Still, I want to not forget to learn the names.”

She died on 1 July, aged 37, from injuries sustained in a Russian missile strike on a pizza restaurant in the eastern town of Kramatorsk.

Two weeks before she died, she wrote about a painter, Polina Rayko, whose work had been largely obliterated in the floods unleashed by the collapse of the Kakhovka dam: “Art lives as long as the world sees it.”

Below is Poem About a Crow, inspired by her work interviewing women who lived through Russian occupation. Translated by Uilleam Blacker.

Poem About a Crow

In a barren springtime field

Stands a woman dressed in black

Crying her sisters’ names

Like a bird in the empty sky

She’ll cry them all out of herself

The one that flew away too soon

The one that had begged to die

The one that couldn’t stop death

The one that has not stopped waiting

The one that has not stopped believing

The one that still grieves in silence

She’ll cry them all into the ground

As though sowing the field with pain

And from pain and the names of women

Her new sisters will grow from the earth

And again will sing joyfully of life

But what about her, the crow?

She will stay in this field forever

Because only this cry of hers

Holds all those swallows in the air

Do you hear how she calls

Each one by her name?

[reading-by-the-sea]

"Vox" — Iryna Shuvalova (trans. Uilleam Blacker)

[gaisciochanams]

[ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver (( Uilleam for Iris ovo ))

NON VERBAL ANGST PROMPTS || Receiving no longer

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. One second she had a gun pointed at her, the next she saw a man on the ground, clutching a wound on his shoulder. Iris immediately knelt down to help the man in question, shooting a fireball to knock back the thugs. As her fire burned, creating a sort of barrier, she tried to tear some of the fabric away from the man's wound, blood coating her fingers. Gods, there's a lot of it.

"You're going to be okay, sir. You hear me! You're going to be okay." Questions rang in her head. Why did he jump in to save her like that? The two have never met.

[anarchotolkienist]

i’m sorry! i did mean gaelic since i believe that’s what your recent text posts have been in , but thank you for what you shared!!

Yes. My listening in Gaelic is more specific than it is in Swedish, being mostly limited to traditional singing recorded from unaccompanied traditional singers. But there is a lot of it.

Some of my favourites that are accessible in professionally or semi-professional recordings I'll list here. When it comes to na h-òrain mhòra, my absolute favourite, nothing compares of course, Uilleam a' Mhiseanaraidh's (Uilleam MacMhathain) corpus, especially the album Gaelic bards and minstrels. I strongly recommend Thèid mi le m' dheòin (the first traditional ballad I ever learned to sing in any language) and Thriall ur bunadh gu Pharao (the tune is without compare) especially.

The other singer that should never be forgotten is Flòraidh Sheumais Mhurchaidh (Flòraidh NicNìll), whos recordings of waulking songs especially are famously gorgeous. My own favourite is Seathan Mac rìgh Èireann, but the most famous or storied version would be A' bhean eudach, a Gaelic version of the Twa Sisters (which I like especially because there are more than a hundred records of this same traditional ballad in Sweden).

Getting to less professional recordings of traditional unaccompanied songs that I love now, I really enjoy the version of Òran eile air Là Chùl Lodair that Calum recorded from an Eòsag, the version of the love song Bràigh Loch Iall recorded from Ceiteag Fhionnlaigh Aonghais Ruaidh, Òran an Ròin from the above mentioned Uilleam a' Mhiseanaraidh, Chì mi cleatrabhal bhuam, Òran Mhanitoba, the lullaby Dèan cadalan sàmhach, 'S mise nochd tha tinn le gràdh, and etc etc.

I'm going to step outside the realm of recordings accessible on Spotify now because I would not forget about my absolute most beloved Gaelic singer of all, Nan Eachainn Fhionnlaigh of Bhatarsaigh, who has recorded hundreds upon hundreds of songs, all drom memory (she was illiterate). Especially her versions of Fhir a' bhàta, and tàladh Chrìosd are ones I return to again and again.

Lastly, and worth of the most attention really is traditional Gaelic Psalm singing, which I adore almost universally and could listen to for hours. My congregation sings in this style, and I could cry at every service. It is to me the most beautiful music that exists. I will limit myself to linking one example per recording from the albums that I listen to. The recording I know the best, because I'm slowly in the process of learning to present it, is Salm 16, rainn 6-8, Kilmarnock, and Gaelic Psalm Singers and their two records Sailm 1&2 is the go-to. Besides them, there is also an early ethnographic recording of a small prayer meeting in Stornoway singing on the tune Coleshill - I haven't been able to identify which Psalm they are actually singing. This is the only traditional recording with a female presenter I've ever found (and as far as I can tell, the others in the room are also all women). Last but not least, this recording of Murchadh Dhòmhnaill leading a congregation in the Rubha was my first exposure to the tradition, several years ago, and I fell in love with it.

[the--highlanders]

“Were ye ever proud of me?” he asked softly. “In the war? I used tae wonder that, after I’d lost ye.” Moisture was beading at the tip of his nose, and he drew the back of his hand across it, snuffling away the tears that still refused to fall. “Sometimes it felt like the only thought I ever had, when I was pipin’ in your place. If ye were watchin’, and if ye were proud of me. I thought maybe you’d come back an’ tell me so.” A bitter smile curled itself over his mouth. “But ye never did, did ye?” One hand stretched out, tracing over the lettering on the gravestone. His head was still bowed too low to see them, but he knew the words by heart. Dòmhnall Uilleam MacCruimein. “Ye never came back. An’ ye never, ever told me ye were proud.”

Five years after his father's death, Jamie visits his grave.

[mossyshadows]

🕳️

April 2045: The Hole - Taras Antypovych tr. Uilleam Blacker

[uighean]

Tag game to better know you

tagged by @ettelwenailinon <3333

what book are you currently reading?

I'm finally getting around to reading through all the riordanverse books (after dropping them when I was like, 10 & read on wikipedia that percy and annabeth kissed and I (unknowing baby lesbian) was like ew. romance. not reading that. which is hysterically funny to me now) & rn I am a couple chapters into the lost hero

also I'm technically still in the middle of an iliad reread (if you're seeing a greek myth theme then no you're not <3). and also teeechnically in the middle of war and peace but it's been ages since I read any.

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

haven't seen anything in cinemas this year but I am going to see barbie on sunday. I hope it's bonkers.

what do you usually wear?

see I'm living out of a suitcase rn and also mostly dressing in a work uniform (I am consistently wearing trousers for the first time in about 8 years. very cursed.) so outside of work clothes I'm kinda back to wearing dresses? which is ok. it's not giving me the bad gender vibes I was getting a couple months back. hopefully soon I'll be back to my fav combo of kilt + button-up shirt + waistcoat tho

how tall are you

uhh 5'3"ish I think? taller than @ettelwenailinon and that's the important thing >:)

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

pisces, & there's a bit of stuff that's happened on my birthday but I'm gonna go with the australian labor party defeating the liberals in 1983. love to see the liberals losing

do you go by your name or a nickname?

just my name! there are very very few people who I'll let shorten my name tbh. idk why I but don't tend to like it

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

absolutely not! wanted to be a vet, ended up working in museums. all because of the blorbo brainrot.

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one?

I sure am in a relationship <333 @ettelwenailinon

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

oughfdk idk. pretty good at writing, pretty bad at drawing (would like to get better tho!!)

dogs or cats?

horses <3

but. cats. dogs are cute but I don't have the patience for them.

if  you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite  picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this  year?

oh man ig I'm going to do the unprecedented thing of linking to my ao3 from my main ghjkfd. non-dr who mutuals I am SO sorry <3

if you are not one of my dr who mutuals then you may not know (or you may have guessed from my vagueposting fdksjhgfd) that the stuff I love to write most is like,,, fic that's more about my historical interests than actual dr who HGKFDJ. & sure enough when I looked at what I'd done this year, all the stuff I liked best was historical fic. tossed up between a couple of them but I've got to give it to should i have bent, been reshaped

“Were ye ever proud of me?” he asked softly. “In the war? I used tae wonder that, after I’d lost ye.” Moisture was beading at the tip of his nose, and he drew the back of his hand across it, snuffling away the tears that still refused to fall. “Sometimes it felt like the only thought I ever had, when I was pipin’ in your place. If ye were watchin’, and if ye were proud of me. I thought maybe you’d come back an’ tell me so.” A bitter smile curled itself over his mouth. “But ye never did, did ye?” One hand stretched out, tracing over the lettering on the gravestone. His head was still bowed too low to see them, but he knew the words by heart. Dòmhnall Uilleam MacCruimein. “Ye never came back. An’ ye never, ever told me ye were proud.”

this was sooo much fun to write oh my god. it was mostly based around the title, bc as soon as I heard that song I was like. that's a jamie song. no I don't care it's from a video game and about a totally different character, it's about jamie's relationship with his father.

and I'm just so nuts about jamie's relationship with his family and his father in particular, the way it bounces off his queerness and relationship with his gender, etc etc etc. it's a very hyperspecific and niche fic but that's what gives me the most joy so <3

what is something that you’d like to create content for?

hmm idk!! nothing new, really. I'm very much wedded to two-era dr who in terms of writing. I'd like to make more holding achilles gifsets I think

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

life is really kicking my brain cell rn so not a whole lot but @ettelwenailinon talking about stuff to do with jacobitism/the '45 is driving me down the rabbithole again too & that is DEFINITELY coming out in the fic ideas I'm bouncing around ghfjkds

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

the first thing that jumped into my mind was the sun and the star. not gonna explain that one I'm just gonna say that I could fix her but also it makes me want to kill

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

walk fast :^) powered by spite and homosexuality

are you religious?

nope! never have been. I guess I have a sort of spirituality in my world view but it's very. mild I suppose.

what’s something you wish to have at this moment?

an apartment......... finding somewhere to rent is hard :/

tagging @galacticlamps @vimbry @kiraistired @carrionthird @p0stscripter and whoever else I've forgotten/who wants to do it!! no pressure tho <3

[luxmaeastra]

Aphaeleon curled around her, licking softly at her neck. He huffed, steam bellowing forward as Lanthys stepped into the room.

His gold eyes taking in the room before looking to them. He was surprised to see them in their animal forms - did it aid in procreation? Was it a defense mechanism or a safety tactic?

He turned to the doorway, ignoring as Aphaeleon rose his head slightly, growling low. The walls shook with the force of it.

Lanthys dragged a prisoner forward tossing the chained Daglan into the room.

"Enjoy."

The shackles flared as the soldier stared at the changeling and then glared at Lanthys.

"And you all said Uilleam would not be as cruel as his father! How are you any better?"

Lanthys paused at the doorway, hand on the doorknob.

"I never said those words, others may have - but I never did. I will do anything to secure the peaceful world I wa promised - even be the monster."

Lanthys shut the door, locking the Daglan in with the changelings.

Aphaeleon eyed the soldier, pressing closer around Amren.

Should I kill him for you love?

Their peace was disturbed, the presence of the solider within the room caused her head to lift. Her eyes fixed upon the male, the scared and shaking male. Another gift from their prison warden, another meal that they were being given. She barely moved from where she laid, she didn’t move from Apheoleon as she kept herself lower than him.

The exchange was odd to witness, but it did not bide any bearing in what the outcome was. They needed to eat, they needed food, and this was what they were being provided. Amren shifted when she felt him pressing closer, her head lifted and nuzzled under his chin.

Please, make it quick. I do hate to hear them whine.

[gccdstories]

//haha finally something for Bryce! For Maeve and Nat as well! Merka lost her sister and went feral?? Killing all these criminals and feeding on Innocents to gather power 👀//

Garrick looked to Sarai, Natalia, and Maeve and Merka, throwing the female down on the ground. He ignored Uilleam's look of fury and disgust.

He nodded at her, the manacles on her flickered as she sought to tear them off.

Merka's cycle of violence needed to stop. In his experience one final blow should do it. She was causing too much agitation. If she wasn't dealt with the Daglan could face another civil war. Especially if the people learned Uilleam he seemed to love the Changeling female.

"Kaden's mate. Do as you will with it."

Merka sneered, turning to look at him.

"How stupid do you think I am? He doesn't have a mate, why would he -"

"You sure?"

Garrick knelt before Juniper, her eyes glowed and she barred her teeth. He simply stared at her grabbing her neck and pulling the necklace from her.

Bryce glared, trying to push at the Valg gaurds holding her in place.

"You have the wrong female! She doesn't have a fucking mate! And it wouldn't be someone as deranged as this -"

He held the pendant up, he crushed the gemstone in his palm.

Juniper flinched, but she didn't speak - not to Merka, not to Bryce. She watched the gemstone turn to dust, the runes flared up her arms, his scent on her.

She lunged for Garrick, Athril holding her back. She twisted, trying to scratch at his face.

"You will pay! He will find you! You professed to save us! You promised peace and abandoned us! You -"

Perhaps Natalia should have been shocked. Surprised. Perhaps she should have felt something strongly enough when Garrick came in with the female.

As it was, she barely felt her power stir. Like the exhaustion she felt outweighed even the anger, even the rage that she would need to control and unleash the darkness.

Maeve just stood there as well, though the flick of emotion across her face (a brief smirk) was more than Natalia could manage to experience. Could summon to feel. Maeve's arms crossed, the fire flickering in her eyes as she raised an eyebrow at Garrick.

❝ And what exactly is your goal here, Garrick? ❞ Maeve purred, motioning back to Merka. ❝ You think any of this will stop? That it can be so simple as to end it-- ❞

Natalia shook her head and stepped forward, dark gaze piercing at Maeve as if she wanted to shut the female up herself.

❝ She's a feisty little thing, that's true. Obviously Kaden has a type. ❞ She shrugged, like she couldn't care whatsoever about any of it. Like the entire situation didn't just exhaust her but was too far below her to care about. A glance over at the guards that held Bryce, Natalia waving her hand dismissively.

❝ Oh you don't have to break her arms. She's not going anywhere, are you? ❞ she addressed the last part to Bryce, the question clearly not offering any other answer but one.

@siderealxmelody