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shivasdarknight · 5 months
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yeah okay i did settle on a tav after spending ~5 hours playing with dolls
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1) tiefling is the most predictable shit for me, esp an asmodeus one
2) her name is rioghnach!! :D im really happy with this design!!!
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August Preorder Haul! Featuring LOOK NO FURTHER and THE WATER OUTLAWS, both of which I have been anticipating for a long time!
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lgbtqreads · 8 months
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Fave Five: Queer YA Set in NYC, Part I
Burn Down, Rise Up by Vincent Tirado Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender Look No Further by Rioghnach Robinson and Siofra Robinson More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera Echo After Echo by AR Capetta Bonus: Going Bicoastal by Dahlia Adler is set half in NYC, half in LA, and Elizabeth Acevedo’s Clap When You Land is set half in NYC, half in the Dominican Republic
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cbjustmusic · 1 year
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“Rody McCorley” performed by Ríoghnach Connolly & Family. What could be more uplifting than a song about a hanging? ________________ Rody McCorley Traditional
Come, Tender hearted Christians, attention pay to me 'Til I relate these verses great, these verses two or three; Concerning of a clever youth who was cut off in his bloom, And died upon the gallows tree near to the bridge of Toome.
The hero now I speak of, he was proper tall and straight, Like to the lofty poplar tree, his body was complete; His growth was like the tufted fir that does ascend the air, And waving o'er his shoulders broad the locks of yellow hair.
In sweet Duneane this youth was born and reared up tenderly, His parents educated him, all by their industry; Both day and night they sorely toiled all for their family 'Til desolation it came on by cursed perjury.
'Twas first the father's life they took, and secondly the son The mother tore her old grey locks, she says, "I am undone They took from me my property, my houses and my land And in the parish where I was born I dare not tread upon."
"Farewell unto you sweet Drumaul, if in you I had stayed Among the Presbyterians I wouldn't have been betrayed, The gallows tree I'd ne'er have seen had I remained there For Dufferin you betrayed me, McErlean you set the snare.
"In Ballyscullion I was betrayed, woe be unto the man Who swore me a defender and a foe unto the crown, Which causes Rody for to lie beneath the spreading thorn, He'll sigh and say, 'Alas the day that ever I was born.'"
Soon young Rody was conveyed to Ballymena town, He was loaded there with irons strong, his bed was the cold ground; And there young Rody he must wait until the hour has come When a court-martial does arrive for to contrive his doom.
They called upon an armed band, an armed band came soon To guard the clever tall young youth down to the bridge of Toome, And when young Rody he came up the scaffold to ascend, He looked at east and looked at west to view his loving friends.
And turning 'round unto the north, he cried,"O faithless friend 'Twas you who proved my overthrow and brought me to this end; Since 'tis upon Good Friday that I'll executed be, Convenient to the bridge of Toome upon a gallows tree.
They called on Father Devlin, his reverence came with soeed, "Here's one of Christ's own flock," he said,"ye shepherds for to feed." He gave to him the Heavenly food, that nourishes the soul That it may rest eternally while his body is in the mould.
And looking up unto the Lord he says,"O Lord receive Here is my soul, I do bestow my body unto the grave; That it may rest in peace and joy without the least surprise, 'Til Michael sounds his trumpet loud and says, "Ye dead, arise!"
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mariacallous · 1 year
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Last year, the lead singer of The 1975, Matt Healy, managed to offend a whole lot of Gaelgoirí (Irish speakers) when he appeared to mock a fan’s name – Dervla – at a meet-and-greet.
Healy isn’t alone, though, when it comes to anglophone bafflement at Irish names. A recent study based on an analysis of Google searches revealed the words that British people have the most difficulty pronouncing. The names Aoife, Saoirse, Niamh and Siobhán occupy places in the top 10.
And it’s not exclusively a British problem: I always cringe watching US talkshows where the host quizzes their Irish guest (usually Saoirse Ronan) on the pronunciation of their and other Irish names.
I’ve heard every possible variation of my own name from non-Irish people. It’s not uncommon in Ireland; in secondary school, there were four Niamhs in my class. But I rarely come across an English person who is familiar with it, despite the proximity of our two countries.
In case you don’t know, it’s pronounced “Neev” or “Nee-av”, either is perfectly acceptable. The prefix Ní means “daughter of”. My surname is trickier, and has even tripped up a few Irish people; it can be translated as Herbert, and is pronounced “her-a-vard”.
When I was living in London, I quickly learned that saying Niamh at the counter in a coffee shop or over the phone to make a booking simply wouldn’t fly. This led to the invention of what I call my “Starbucks name”. Anything easily pronounceable with a simple spelling would do. Mia, Sophie and Rose were among my common aliases.
Speaking to others reveals a litany of similar experiences. Aoibhe Ní Shúilleabháin, a designer and teacher, spent two years at college in England having her name mispronounced and disrespected. (Her first name is pronounced “Ay-vah”.) More than one lecturer resorted to calling her “blondie”.
She tells me: “I was asked to say, ‘Three hundred and thirty three trees’” – a tongue-twister that does the rounds on TikTok – “more often than I was asked to repeat my name.” She recalls the lack of interest when she attempted to explain that Irish and English are different languages with different pronunciation rules.
Clearly, the sensitivities at play here are rooted in history: Ireland was colonised by the English and our national language was all but wiped out. A language revival began in earnest in the 19th century, but it’s never quite recovered. Ireland’s most recent census shows that about 40% of Ireland’s population can speak Irish. The English destroyed our language once before, so every little throwaway comment and scoff at our names hurts a little bit more – and ultimately becomes just tiresome. A handful of people even remark, “Oh! I didn’t know Ireland had its own language,” when I tell them about my name.
Writer Darach Ó Séaghdha is all too familiar with these difficulties. (The “rach” in Darach is pronounced like “Bach”, he says.)He hosted a podcast called Motherfoclóir, a podcast about the Irish language and culture, and whenever there were guests on with Irish names, “inevitably the episode would turn into group therapy”. There was one bad experience, he recalls, when he was told that his surname “looked like a wifi password”. But he decided to give his children Irish names, too. It’s a common trend, he says, “because parents with Irish names have been battle-hardened”.
Like the others I spoke to for this piece, writer and director Rioghnach (think “Ree-nock”)Ní Ghrioghair believes that a sense of superiority among English speakers is to blame for the constant mistreatment of Irish names. But she’s defiant. “We are going to scrutinise the British for any transgression regarding the pronunciation of our names,” and other things, she tells me, like British media claiming Irish actors as their own during awards seasons.
There is no easy crash-course I can give to you on the pronunciation of Irish names, but you can always try out “how to pronounce”-style websites (which themselves can be contested). But the simplest and most reliable solution is perhaps just to politely ask an Irish person – and listen attentively to what they say. I may have accepted that English people are very rarely going to get my name right on the first go, but I appreciate a well-intentioned effort. Just don’t laugh at it, please.
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sonicziggy · 2 years
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"When You're Ready" by Rioghnach Connolly, Honeyfeet https://ift.tt/NVuafpZ
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ultrainfinitepit · 9 months
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Town of Puddle: Fae and Elves
Last updated 08/15/2023
The nature of the world of Puddle is filled with magic, and magic can act in unpredictable ways. Fae (also known as fey) are supernatural creatures that arose from this nature. While all of nature is the creation of the divine, fae are an unintended creation. 
And yet, perhaps paradoxically, all things are the plan of the divine, even the unintended. So fae occupy a sort of neutral to tentatively-approved space in the order of things. They might even be considered the blessed creation of the divine in the same way mundane animals, plants, and humans are. Only when the fae delve into acts of wanton destruction, death, or desecration do angels set out to hunt them.
“Fae” is a broad category that includes many creatures. Most magical beasts and mythological creatures are fae. Nature spirits are also fae.
Elves are a type of humanoid fae. There are other types of humanoid fae, but elves are the most common. Elves are born from elf-trees: though these trees appear mundane they are practically immortal. So long as an elf’s tree is alive they live as well, making elves immortal as well. Elves born from the same tree are considered siblings. It is apparent that the elf-tree has some bearing on the elf. Elves born to the same forest tend to have similar appearances and abilities. Because elves reproduce using elf-trees, it is unusual for them to have any desire for sexual reproduction, but not unheard of.
Elves can be as varied as their trees, but they do all share some features: pointed ears and pointed canines. An elf’s eyes will be the same color as the leaves on their tree when they are born.
While elves are practically immortal, their humanoid bodies are not. If an elf lives long enough, they might transform into something else. Elves who have the power of animal shapeshifting might become powerful, immortal beasts. Elves who have strong magic might become more like nature spirits than elves. It is believed that elf-trees are actually the most ancient, wisest, and caring of elves, who transformed into the trees so that the next generations may continue on.
Below are my named Puddle elves and fae.
Cale was born in the forest near Puddle. He is a half-elf, his father was human. But Cale still has elven features and abilities. He can shape-shift into animals, and is weak to iron.
Mentha was Cale’s mother, an elf native to the forest near Puddle. She married a human named Rhubarb, who had been raised by the elves as one of their own. Together Mentha and Rhubarb had Cale.
Pice is Atlas’s childhood friend, they are a humanoid bug fae.
Angel Rodriguez is employed by the Order, she is a faerie whose abilities make her an excellent tracker.
@wyrmzier has a few elf and fae characters you may ask them about too.
Princess Rioghnach Ni Ainmire is a fae princess from the last remaining fae kingdom in Ireland where her father rules as the High King. Rioghnach is very outspoken and political, during the war she did many tours, speaking against nationalism, war, and violence. Her parents grew somewhat resentful of her politics and attitude, and disowned her after one too many embarrassments from her "erratic" and rebellious behavior. She moved to New York to continue her activism where she met Joan again and their relationship blossomed. 
Dr. Khalid Al Rashid is an ancient type of desert fae that has long gone extinct except for them. Khalid is an obsessive scientist, studying immortality as their body weakens without their life giving fae trees. Oftentimes they experiment on themselves causing them to look even more unusual and sickly.
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libraryleopard · 3 months
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February reads
asterisk = reread
Wren Martin Ruins It All by Amanda DeWitt
After the Forest by Kell Woods
Here in the Night by Rebecca Turkewitz
Queerly Beloved by Susie Dumond
Naked: On Sex, Work, and Other Burlesques by Fancy Feast
The River Has Teeth by Erica Waters
Wherever is Your Heart by Anita Kelly
Too Bright To See by Kyle Lukoff
Look No Further by Rioghnach Robinson and Siofra Robinson
Artificial Condition by Martha Wells*
Palestinian Walks: Forays Into a Vanishing Landscape by Raja Shehadeh
The Mythmakers by Keziah Weir
The Apple-Tree Throne by Premee Mohamed
The Hills of Estrella Roja by Ashley Franklin Robinson
This Arab Is Queer: An Anthology by LGBTQ+ Arab Writers edited by Elias Jahshan
The Wild Fox of Yemen by Threa Almontaser
[Wednesday Books title, not mentioning what specifically because of the ongoing SMP boycott]
Other People’s Comfort Keeps Me Up at Night by Morgan Parker
If Tomorrow Doesn’t Come by Jen St. Jude
Inverse Cowgirl: A Memoir by Alicia Roth Wiegel
I Hope This Doesn’t Find You by Ann Liang
Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells*
The Sleeping Car Porter by Suzette Mayr
Fugitive Telemetry by Martha Wells*
Belladonna by Anbara Salam
Baba Yaga’s Assistant by Marika McCoola and Emily Carroll
Blackouts by Justin Torres
Bloom by Delilah S. Dawson
I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver
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ask-the-achs · 2 years
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🔑 Rioghnach Sionaan
Report 'The super dullahan.' (Did I spell that right?)
She was found while Scout Iida Knight was walking around Ireland he didn't say what she was like scared she'd attack him... he apparently accidentally saw her mid bath but apparently she's a 12 foot tall woman with black amour and dark cyan skin and eyes. He claims she has a horse with cyan blue fire on his hooves and similar colored hair on his tail with similar armour to his rider she seems to be strong according to the power gage on the scout.
Nurse Moontear.
Threat level:HARMLESS.
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cerus · 6 years
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hngh new chara pages
i cleaned up all of em a while back but the new terrible trio now have their v own pages wowow
the cardinal, lucy, and a lyre
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shivasdarknight · 5 months
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yeah okay im obsessed
i keep staring at her longingly
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yourdailyqueer · 3 years
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Riley Redgate (Ríoghnach Robinson)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
DOB: N/A
Ethnicity: Irish, Chinese
Nationality: American
Occupation: Writer
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scannain · 2 years
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Virgin Media Dublin International Film Festival announce first raft of category Award winners
Virgin Media Dublin International Film Festival announce first raft of category Award winners
At a special awards event today, the 20th Virgin Media Dublin International Festival announced the recipients of a selection of their awards: the Aer Lingus Discovery Award, Short Film and Documentary category winners, as well as the Irish Council of Civil Liberties (ICCL) Human Rights Film Award.  Over the Festival’s two decade history a very important and defining ethos has been the…
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slothmansounds · 3 years
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Monthly Mix: September 2021
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Everybody Has the Right to Be Wrong by Veronica Swift
Crocodile Rock by Elton John
X-X by Hans Zimmer
Dawn by Frameworks by Frameworks feat. Rioghnach Connelly
Out of Our Hands by Frameworks feat. Jono McCleery
Fresh Bruises by Bring Me the Horizon
Silhouette by Leprous
On Hold by Leprous
Paradise by George Ezra
Thumbs by Lucy Dacus
Inner Voices by Awkwafina
Running Up That Hill by Car Seat Headrest
Breathing by Yellowcard
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saucywyrm · 2 years
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Would I marry this puddle character?
Sam: yes
Zipporah: yes
Zeke: ...maybe
Theo: yes
Mick: yes
Vivian: yes
Heather: yes
Teutho: no
Mordecai: yes
Aliza: maybe
Ezzy: yes
Zekey: maybe
Talia: yes
Joan: yes
Rioghnach: yes
Constance: maybe
Samuel: no
Eli: yes
Ram: no
Zelda: no
Miriam: she doesnt want me
Cecilia: HM.. no..
Pen: no
Ham: no
Dame: yes
Ines: yes
Lam: no
Atticus: no
Cam: maybe
Kojin: yes
Ba: yes
Raz: yes
Sirena: no
Chastity: no (only because I'm not horny enough for her)
Envy: yes
Ash: yes
Orpheus: yes
Pat: yes
Sandy: no
Tace: no
Joe: maybe
Hunter: ....no
Maarika: yes
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batmansymbol · 4 years
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your hand smells like the wheel your clothes, jasmine and gasoline i don’t know where you came from but i know where you’re gonna be
outside a run-down bar on the edge of town thinking ‘bout where you’d run if you just knew how full of electric light like a thundercloud halfway
you’re gonna call me up around 2 or 3 to whisper everything that you want from me ...
i wasn’t going to post about this until it was done, but it’s been a real hellscape of a day and sharing things cheers me up, so here is a preview of a new song unlike anything i have done before :)
i’ve been working with a producer on this for the past month (my first time working with a professional -- mixed & mastered by handwritten in chicago), and i’m fucking psyched about this sound. hoping to keep moving in this direction. i’ve got a half-dozen more songs written for this same project and will hopefully have it out by the end of the year. :)
also, happy pride month to me for no longer only writing love songs about men. life is so much better now.
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