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Dian Cecht: The name's Practice

Dian Cecht: Mal Practice

The Morrígan: Nice to meet you Dr. Practice, could you please tell me what's wrong with my son :)

Dian Cecht: He needs surgery on all of his bones.

The Morrígan: Very well, here is my credit card :)

Dian Cecht: I accept no payment, I do this because I love it.

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Aw mate, I love this blog! Especially considering, like, everything we know about Irish (and Manx) mythology is basically nothing that hasn’t been Christin overhauled. You name an Egyptian or Norse deity and you immediately have a mental image and know exactly their personality. Irish? Um. Well, they may or may not be gods?? And uh. Ones gotta silver hand?

I love folklore and mythology and I love research. So you can see what shape hole this blog fills in my soul. Cheers lol 🥲😂

I really appreciate that. 💙 And yes, the fact that these oral traditions and myths were only written down by Christian scholars and monks from the Early Medieval period onwards has done some significant damage to historical accuracy due to author bias. You kinda have to read between the lines and do some research to piece things together, and even then you'll never have the whole picture because so much information is permanently missing. But we can still take what we have and make memes, I suppose!

Thanks. (And thanks for your patience through my many hiatuses)

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Bres: I poisoned one of our drinks,

Bres: But I forgot which one.

Brigid: The way this dinner is going, I hope it's mine.

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I write for myself, and for strangers; and the strangers, my dear, are an afterthought.

-Ogma, probably.

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Bres: You haven't looked at me in seven seconds. You don't like me? Fine. I like me! I LOVE me! 

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"What a fool you are! I'm a god! How can you kill a god? What a grand and intoxicating innocence!"

-Balor, shortly before his death, probably.

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A happy Beltane from Incorrect Tuatha! 🌻🏵🌼Please be safe if you're having a celebratory bonfire today!

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Nuada, on the phone: Wait, how did he die??

Lugh: Cows ate his face.

Nuada: Lugh, I think you're confused. I'm talking about Eochu Bres.

Lugh: Cows ate his face.

Nuada: Look- Would you just put Ogma on the phone?

Lugh: *passes phone to Ogma*

Ogma: Hello?

Nuada: What happened to Bres.

Ogma: Cows ate his face. Lugh knows more about it than I do.

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I did not attend his funeral, but I wrote a nice little letter saying I approved of it.

-Dian Cecht, probably.

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“I figure, if a girl wants to be a legend, she should go ahead and be one.”

-Brigid, probably.

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Holy Shit.

Thank you all so much for 1000 followers!

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Cairpre: Bitch. 

Bres: Blocked. 

Cairpe: Wait unblock me I need to tell you something. 

Bres: Unblocked. 

Cairpre: Bitch. 

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A happy Imbolc from Incorrect Tuatha to all who celebrate it!

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Soup should be a human right. In the heart of every town there should be a big pot of soup and you can help yourself. And if anybody meddles with the soup… well. the answer should be obvious.

-The Dagda, probably.

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Dooood. I'm so glad you posted again - I'm now curious about Aengus because EXCUSE? SIR? I-- am too afraid to talk to you so I think I'll just read about you...

Thank you! And yeah, Aengus is a fun character in the mythology because on one hand, he was able to trick his dad (the Dagda) into giving up his house via some clever wordplay, and on the other hand, he fell in love with a girl in his dreams and was so angsty about it he fell sick for a year. What a guy.

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Alternative responses to "I love you", Tuatha Edition:

The Dagda: Thanks!

Nuada: *laughs nervously*

Manannán Mac Lir: I'm sorry.

Brigid: Who doesn't?

Bres: A horrible decision, really.

The Morrígan: *laughs hysterically*

Aengus: *finger guns*

Áine: I know.

Ogma: Why.

Lugh: YEET

Dian Cecht: If only there was someone out there who loved you.