“Be careful.”
“I’m always careful.”
“Your medical records say otherwise.”
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“Be careful.”
“I’m always careful.”
“Your medical records say otherwise.”
“Hey. Don’t die.”
“I’ll do my best.”
As the flames licked the feet of the woman on the pyre, she cried out. Not in pain, but in sadness and anger. “I protected this town against the evils in this world! And this is how you repay me? I loved you all, I did!”
Do you have some sarcastic dailogue prompts? Btw i love your blog.
Thank you so much! Sarcasm is so much about how things are being sad, so it's harder in writing without context, but I hope I still managed to give you some good sarcastic dialogue prompts (and even used some old ones, that you might recognize):
Sarcastic Dialogue Prompts
"Oh, are you scared?" "Only for you, my love."
"Are you being sarcastic right now?" "Me? Never."
"Well, that went great."
"Yay, I can't wait."
"Nothing I would rather do."
"I think I could fall in love with you." "Don't."
“You can’t know that!” “Well, let’s just say we all assumed.”
“I mean, what did you expect?” “Nothing. And I was still disappointed.”
“You’re supposed to be dead!” “Yeah, sorry about that.”
"It would make me very happy."
"What were you thinking?" "Nothing, obviously."
"Don't get your hopes up." "With you? Never."
"I'm doing great, thanks for asking."
“Oh, I’m stupid!” “No argument from me there.”
"You really are just bad ideas, wrapped inside a pretty body."
"Well, well, well. If that isn't my favourite person in the world."
“That doesn’t make a lot of sense.” “With you, nothing ever does.”
"You're a mess." "Thank you for the lovely compliment."
"What is wrong with you?!" "Oh, where do I start?"
“I came back for you, even though you told me to go. Does this not make me a good person?” “No, it makes you a bad listener.”
Hope you like them!
- Jana
Person A: “Fucking hell, what did you put in this? I haven’t been this drunk in years!”
Person B: “Arsenic.”
Person A: “….Oh…..Well that’ll do it.”
Day 9
“I’m sensing I’m being mocked for something.”
“What is the appropriate amount of cleavage to show in this kind of event?“
“I thought I saw you duck out of the party. Brought you champagne.”
“I want you to know that it’s really concerning how many times I have walked in on you trying to sleep standing up.”
“I’m sleep deprived enough to ignore that.”
Advent Calendar, Day 3
“Are you a doctor?!” “Nah… But maybe shake him a bit?”
‘I’m sure they have a rule about fighting in the lobby of such well-established building…?“ "You would not dare.”
“You were born to privilege not many could even dream of, and here you are. Running away to achieve what?” “Freedom.”
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i look at my knuckles and see white bone trailing under pink skin theres a split down the middle a divet thats really only seen when you study when i was younger i always wished that i could forget for a minute and punch the wall but i always stopped myself so the divet has to be there on purpose can’t have been from a break or crack because i never let myself couldn’t lose that i never learned how and now i dont know how and i just want to let fucking go i just want to throw my fucking pillow and my fucking shoes and tear my fucking hair out and i want to be able to punch a hole in the fucking wall i can make a fist i can curl my fingers i can bruise my palm on the blunt nails i can feel the pain in my right finger from where i dislocated it in eighth grade i can bring the fist that ive created with my fucked up fingers to the wall but i cant put any force behind it i cant make it go faster i cant flex my meager muscles i cant go through the wall i cant fucking do it and i just want to fucking destroy it i just want it gone i want to be able to fucking scream and fucking punch and fucking kick and i just want to let go please just let me let go of my own fucking fist
“Have you given this any thought at all?!”
“Oh, I don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Thinking. It’s a nasty habit!”
Person A: “How are you not fucking terrified right now?”
Person B: “Compared to the family get-togethers I’m forced to attend twice a year, this is actually rather tame.”
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“Queen Mab, Bringer of Dreams” by Howard David Johnson
The English rendered the name Medb as Mab, but Maebh is much closer and comes to us as Maeve in modern spelling. Before this figure was merged with the queen featured so prominently in the Táin Bó Cúailnge, she was an ancient goddess of Ireland associated with fertility, death and rebirth, sovereignty, intoxication, mead and the moon. Her name means “She Who Intoxicates” and she embodied feminine power. She represented the life of the land, and no king could hope to rule without her blessing, the “Cup of Sovereignty” which was hers alone to offer.
The moon presides over the madness of love and all our passions. One can become drunk with the moon. To determine the next king, the druids would select a man to be intoxicated by a specially prepared potion. Then, while four druids chanted mystic verses over him, the man, wrapped in the hide of a white bull — manifestation of the male aspect of the power of the moon — would dream. And whomever he dreamed of would be the next king. For Maeve would have sent him the dream.
A warrior and huntress, she bears a spear and runs faster than any horse. Life and death walk with her, a squirrel on one shoulder, a raven on the other. She is tall and pale, with long flowing hair. The light of her presence blinds all who would oppose her, and the king who does not honor her is soon destroyed. She is the goddess of passion, power and desire.
Hello! If it's no bother asking, I am a bit confused as to who was in Ireland first (Fomorians, Fir Bolg, Tuatha Dé Danann) and I was wondering if you could help explain it? I am trying to write a story based on Irish myths and this topic fascinates me as much as it confuses me 😅
Hello!
I think it goes in the order you listed in your ask – certainly the Túatha Dé Danann defeat the Fir Bolg, but are later defeated themselves. The Fomoire aren’t generally listed as one of the groups of invaders/settlers because they’re the “bad” guys, but exactly when they turned up I’m not sure, as it’s not an area I’ve looked too closely at myself (being more an Ulster Cycle / Finn Cycle kind of person).
The story you want here is Lebor Gabála Érenn (the Book of Invasions). You can find it here; be aware that it’s pretty long and is in several parts as a result. This is… largely why I haven’t looked at it in too much depth. I’m still waiting for someone to come out with a modern, single-volume translation of it, because I’m lazy 😂
You might also want to read Cath Maige Tuired (which, thankfully, is shorter!), and if you want to talk to someone about that in more depth, I’d recommend @wildandwhirlingprinterfucker who knows more about it than virtually anyone else I know and has Very Strong Opinions about it (… dubious username aside).
If you’re looking for a solid, accessible, academic book about the Túatha Dé Danann – who they are, what they’re doing, and how they’ve become what they are in pop culture and modern literature – then you can’t go wrong with Ireland’s Immortals: A History of the Gods of Irish Myth by Mark Williams.
Hope this helps!
Airmed Aesthetics “From her brother’s tomb, the sprouts of healing plants grew from her tears. With shaky hands, she ripped them from the ground to dry them in her cloak.
As her father bore witness to such an event, Airmed’s father once again lashed out, scattering the herbs all over the world.
And this is why no one can know all the secrets to herbalism.”
Tuatha Dé Danann (“the people of the Goddess Dana”) The De Danann were a younger generation of gods than the Formorii, the sea gods who were soon to challenge them at the second battle of magh Tuireadh.For a while between the two battles, Nuada appointed Bres as leader because ofthe loss of his hand. The silver replacement was made by Dian Cecht. But Nuada was dissatisfied with it and turned to Dian Cecht’s son Miach, who made him a new hand of flesh and blood. Nuada’s restoration as leader caused the second battle of Magh Tuireadh, because the half-Formorii Bres complained to his kinsmen about his treatment.At the second battle the lethal eye of Balor killed both Nuada and Nemain before the sun god Lugh destroyed it with a sling-shot. Their victory saved the Tuatha De Danann, but later they in turn were defeated by the sons of Milesius. Mac Cuill, Mac Cecht and Mac Gréine, who were kings of the Tuatha Dé Danann at that time, asked for a truce of three days, during which the Milesians would lie at anchor nine waves’ distance from the shore. The Milesians complied, but the Tuatha Dé Danann created a magical storm in an attempt to drive them away. The Milesian poet Amergin calmed the sea with his verse, then his people landed and defeated the Tuatha Dé Danann at Tailtiu. When Amergin was called upon to divide the land between the Tuatha Dé Danann and his own people, he cleverly allotted the portion above ground to the Milesians and the portion underground to the Tuatha Dé Danann. The Tuatha Dé Danann were led underground into the Sidhe mounds by Manannán mac Lir.
-Enbarr, the flowing mane-
In Irish mythology, a magical horse that can traverse both land and sea, belonging to the sea god Manannán mac Lir and provided to the god Lugh to use in his battles. In the stories, the ocean is a gateway to other worlds, connected to the dead and the afterlife. Manannán mac Lir in fact acts as a psychopomp of sorts, ferrying souls to the afterlife, which in some stories is located on some distant island far from the coast of Ireland or at the bottom of the sea itself. In the tale of Oisín, Enbarr is the horse used by the magical Niamh, daughter of Manannán and a denizen of Tir na Nóg, the land of eternal youth and home of the gods. In this mysterious land, mortal men do not age, for time flows much slower than normal. Oisín is taken there by Niamh, but ends up missing his home after spending 3 years in the land of gods, and decides to go back. Niamh instructs Oisín to never get down from Enbarr during his trip, but in a moment of distraction he leaps from the horse to help some people lift a boulder on the ground. When his feet touch the soil, the 3 years he spent in Tir na Nóg catch up to him as 300 years in the mortal realm, rapidly aging him until he turns into dust. The Fomorians, the famous enemies of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Ireland’s main pantheon of gods, are also related to the sea in some capacity. In some stories, they were born from the sea itself, while in others, they’re raiders who came from far away lands beyond the horizon. Original post: [here]
What's the difference between the Tuatha de Danann and the Sidhe?
Sídhe (pronounced ‘she’) literallly means ‘mounds’ in Irish, but is used as an abbreviated form of the Irish literary term daoine sídhe which refers to the people of the mounds. Another, less literary, term is the aos sí or aos sídhe meaning the same. These are general terms for what we think of as essentially faeries or elves in Irish and Scottish folklore and mythology. I believe the use of sídhe to refer to the daoine or aos sídhe was first used by W.B. Yeats.The aos sídhe are often thought of as being the ancient pagan ancestors and souls of the dead, or variously as being the old pagan gods themselves who diminished in size and power as time left them abandoned. Others just see them as a completely separate species. Then there are various types that are named, such as the bean sídhe or woman of the sídhe which refers to the female spirit who screams and wails to foretell a death (particularly in the family), or the bean nighe or washerwoman who cleans the bloody clothes and armor of the dead before they die. The leanan sídhe or fairy lover is the beautiful sídhe who seduces and sometimes marries men, while the siabhra may have been a lesser spirit prone to evil and mischief. There are also cat síth (fairy cat) and cu síth (fairy dog) and the sluagh sídhe or the Fairy Host, which is equatable with the Wild Hunt or Furious Hoarde.
The Tuatha dé Danann is literally translated as the Tribe of (goddess) Danu. They are interpreted as the ancient supernatural and magically-gifted race that inhabited Ireland after defeating the Fir Bolg who lived there before. They inhabited Ireland until they were defeated by the invading Milesians.
Some people argue that these were the ancient Celtic deities, but this is a modern concept that we like to agree with, rather than one that is actually substantiated by history. We don’t have any proof that Prehistoric Ireland worshiped any humanoid deities. In fact, we have no evidence of humanoid archaeological finds from Irish pre-history that weren’t imported to the Island. All ancient Irish art, even religious, seems to have been composed solely of geometrical and abstract designs. Certainly the Gaulish Celts and almost as certainly the British Celts worshiped anthropomorphic deities, which possessed relatively the same names as the Irish Tuatha dé Danann, but we know that the Celtic religion differed greatly from place to place, even though the Druids themselves had a central school and power it does not mean that there were not sects of Celtic religion.It seems almost more likely that the Irish Celts worshiped natural features such as rivers, glens, hills and mountains, possibly some life force or sense of spirit, but understood the Tuatha dé Danann as they were recorded: solely a tribe of magical ancestors, gifted in particular areas such as healing, battle, or magic. The only sources that recorded them as gods in any way were centuries after, and heavily influenced by the Roman-pagan and then Christian religious mindsets The Tuatha dé Danann were kings, queens, and heroes. Kings, queens, and heroes are not often worshiped religiously.
From the poem Lebor Gabála Érenn:
It is God who suffered them, though He restrained them
they landed with horror, with lofty deed, in their cloud of mighty combat of spectres, upon a mountain of Conmaicne of Connacht.
Without distinction to descerning Ireland, Without ships, a ruthless coursethe truth was not known beneath the sky of stars, whether they were of heaven or of earth.
How are they different from the daoine or aos sídhe?As the majority of my responses go, it depends who you ask! Some people believe(d) that the aos sídhe were later forms of the Tuatha dé Danann, others believe(d) that they are what is left of that tribe who retreated into the Otherworld or underground into the mounds after their defeat. While the Tuatha dé Danann are referred to more mythologically and specifically, the sídhe or aos sídhe are referred to more folkloricistically and generally. Until the mid-20th century, and even still in some parts of Britain and Ireland today, it is not totally uncommon to leave offerings or gifts for the sídhe (good people, fairy folk, the folk), while worship of the Tuatha dé Danann is stranger and more pagan.