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kuromiyakun · 2 years

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The Obscure Labyrinth

Oomi stood beside the airport with mildly readable anxiety on his face. Lucian called him the day before, finding a reliable clue which surely brought them all closer to the Box of Pandora. The idea tightened his throat and jerked his face into a reluctant grimace.

Bringing Nivian with himself was equally reassuring and towards the demon, cruel. He assisted him and the other lords closer to death which was of course, very much against his liking.

Oomi wore all dark clothes and had his katana across his back, hands covered in thin, leather gloves.

They were about to flew all the way to Greece, to find a labyrinth, seen by no one since 2000 years. Looking back over his shoulder he was looking for his partner with a sigh, through his nose.- I am coming only to see if they really find something. Otherwise, I am no longer interested in the box. The desperate I was to find it, the reluctant I am now.- he spoke silently.

"Me too."- Violence added inside his head, which made the angel to huff with a small smile he conveyed the popular option of his demon to Nivian.- Violence says, he feels the same. But his standpoint never changed.

Looking ahead, he saw Amun and Reyes approaching them, their tall, strong form unfolding from the night fog.- I hope you'll be good...- Oomi muttered to Asylum, who stood well behind them, eyeing the lights of the airport buildings.

- Thanks for the trust, brother.- Asylum replied, turning towards the arriving lords, with a fleeting, disgusted grimace appearing on his flawless face. This time, instead of his fancy clothes he was wearing simple, tight black trousers, and a hoodie, hiding his silver hair. Under that, of course, he wore various stabbing weapons what he wielded with shocking agility, even if it was needless to fight in the last few decades.

@umbra-est-magus

#The Obscure Labyrinth #oomi #violence #lucian #death #amun #lies #gideon #secrets #reyes #pain #asylum #promisuity #nivian #lord of firestorms

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cryptidwithacopiccollection · 1 month

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For those who voted for the children, here they are!

#art stuff #my art #evan sacar #sasha nivian

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astrxthesiai · 22 days

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Primary Muses as Gemstones

Higanbana-- Stibnite -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs (Stibnite is toxic and precautions must be taken with it) Black Tourmaline -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs (believed to be able to be used against curses and hexes) Bloodstone -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs

Sabrina-- Turquoise -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Charoite -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Ocean Jasper -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs

Fuyu-- Aventurine -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Dendritic Quartz -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Labradorite -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs

Sarina-- Amethyst -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Hematite -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Serpentine -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs

Chrome-- Azurite -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Lapis Lazuli -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Sugilite -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs

Namiko-- Aquamarine-- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Larimar-- Meaning/Healing Beliefs Carnelian -- Meaning/Healing Beliefs

#⇢✶about the death goddess 《higanbana’s headcanons》#⇢✶goddess of death 《higanbana》#⇢✶about the water dragon slayer 《sabrina’s headcanons》#⇢✶dragon of the bloody waters 《sabrina nivian 》#⇢✶about the ice dragon slayer 《fuyu’s headcanons》#⇢✶dragon who turns blood to ice 《fuyu boreal 》#⇢✶about the princess of assassins 《sarina’s headcanons》#⇢✶ sing for me beloved of death《sarina guerriera 》#⇢✶about the petite illusionist 《chrome’s headcanons》#⇢✶ the budding lotus《chrome dokuro 》#⇢✶ about the twin dragon《namiko’s headcanons》#⇢✶the princess of blood and bone 《namiko mikage 》

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jrocksmetalzone · 1 year

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THAT METAL INTERVIEW presents Norman Skinner of NIVIANE & SKINNER (recorded March 2022). The bombastic frontman talks to us about his newest recordings including his solo project SKINNER amongst other surprises. Norman also chats about the meaning of the name NIVIANE & it's origins. PLEASE LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE! Donate to the channel to help create new content! https://www.paypal.me/thatmetalinterv... That Metal Interview Podcast is FREE and ON DEMAND, stream now on Apple Podcasts, iHeart Radio, Spotify, Anchor, Google Podcasts, Pandora, Amazon Music, TuneIn, Deezer, Bandcamp. Listen to The #ThatMetalInterviewPodcast: https://lnk.to/uj7sH3k4 Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/InterviewThat Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thatmetalinterview/ Like us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ThatMetalInterview Subscribe on YouTube: http://youtube.com/JrocksMetalZoneSupport the show

#heavy metal #niviane #norman skinner #power metal #skinner

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rockyoushow · 2 years

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RIOT V and ROSS THE BOSS To Co-headlne LA BURNING FEST III

LA BURNING FEST III have announced the full line-up for the festival’s upcoming edition which is scheduled to take place on Friday, November 18, 2022 at Brick’s Rock Bar* in Los Angeles, California. LA BURNING FEST III Line-Up: Riot V (Co-Headliner)Ross The Boss (Co-Headliner)Tim “Ripper” Owens (Solo set)The Three Tremors (featuring “Ripper” Owens, Sean Peck and Harry…

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#Armagelion #LA Burning Fest III #Mentalize Productions #Niviane #Resistance #Riot V #Ripper Owens #Ross The Boss #Steve Grimmett #The Three Tremors

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warsinmyhead · 6 months

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CLOSED for @invisibleforcefields

"Hang on, he did what?"

"I'm afraid Galahad, the new one, went through all of our umbrellas," Merlin sighed. "I'm trying to produce more with the machine here at HQ, but obviously that will take some time. Can you program the machine over in New York to work on replacements as well?"

Briggs swiveled in her seat and glanced in the direction of the Development room where some of the gadgets were built and assembled once the prototypes were approved.

"I can do it – no problem," she sighed. "But I've got someone new coming in too and we're short staffed here in terms of onboarding."

Merlin groaned as he removed his glasses and placed them on the desk in front of him. He rubbed his temples and sighed.

"Very well Nivian, you program the machine on your end and I'll have one of the agents on my side stop by to pick them up," he replied. "The machine can run without you standing over it every minute, so you can assist with any training or whatnot."

Briggs agreed and she leaned forward in her seat when she saw a text come through from the shop front saying someone was asking for her.

#invisibleforcefields #[ CLOSED: This isn't a 24/7 repair shop. ]#[ THREAD: BA ]#[ I Run This Tech Dev ]#warsinmyhead

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ask-aife-things · 7 months

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I am, you are ???

Why are,

Lady DuLac? ? ??

Mor. gan. Niviane. Why are you, why?

#kirby oc tournament story

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lockejhaven · 2 years

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↪ 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚐 (𝟶𝟸)

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Thank you to @calicojackofficial for the tags. This one's going to be a bit longer as they've tagged me in a few; snippets under the cut! My words are: CONTROL, STRAP, UNDERSTAND, SECRET, BRUISE, GONE, NOTICE, DEAL, SOMEWHERE, ALWAYS

Tagging @midnight-and-his-melodiverse, @365runesofwriting, @writingpotato07, @orphicpoieses, and anyone else who wants to join! Your words are: SLID, CORNER, DIVIDE, FREE, & COLOR

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CONTROL Snippet • Élan Vital

“Fedä, it is natural to feel afraid, but you must not let it control you; everything will be alright.” A soft smile crossed her saf’s face, and the sob that had built in Vaenvi’s throat finally escaped as hot tears flowed down her cheeks. She glanced at Colxian’s unconscious form, slumped against the wall, and hoped with desperation that he would wake and help her, but he did not.

STRAP

UNDERSTAND Snippet • Knight

"Quite capable, physically, that is. I have realized that I may not be at my best mentally, and I wish to change that. Desius has their tarine to help them, and Eros their nivians. If I were to have a creature to help me, then I may be able to relax for once." Auris studies Solace's face, hoping he will understand their wish for self-improvement. After all, he has been doing something similar for himself.

SECRET (tw: violence, injury mention, abuse mention, fear) Snippet • Angel to Mage

“I’ve heard Fear is unkillable. Is that true, Warlock? Are you immortal? Unmatched? Or is your strength merely a facade built to protect your secret?” Warlock’s face pales as the weight of her words sinks in. Angel knows of their wings. Of their origin, and their weakness. Dread gnaws at their throat as they retreat, only for their foot to find nothing but air below them; before they can even think, their wings rip through the skin of their back to slow their descent, and Angel is upon them. A chasm. A trap. Blade carves through flesh, feathers, and bone, and an ice-cold hand clamps over Warlock’s mouth before they can scream.

BRUISE (tw: blood mention, death mention) Snippet • Élan Vital

Vaenvi stared at the floor in front of her, refusing to look up at her saf. The aydlings holding her let out a series of clicks, their grips on her arms tightening and she flinched. Her lip trembled and she fought to stay calm. Saf would never let anything happen to her, nor would they let this threat to the kingdom last for long. A sob rose in her throat as one of the aydlings grasped her jaw, forcing her to meet their cold, hungry gaze. It examined her, another series of clicks escaping its mouth, before stepping back and jerking her head back. Why had they not yet killed her or the maire? She tried to turn her head away from her saf, not wanting to see them bruised and bleeding, but the aydling’s hold refused to waver.

GONE Encounters of the Primal Sort • Chapter 2 • Repose

The girl is gone. The carnival is empty and monochrome. Red and gold have become black and white. Light has dimmed. You steadily step out of the teacup, less dizzy than you had expected, and make your way out of the ride enclosure. The grounds are desolate, the rides broken down beyond repair, and trash litters the dead and flattened grass.

NOTICE (tw: fear mention, trauma) Snippet • Ariuk

He barely notices the footsteps outside his cage. Rough hands grasp at his arms and pull him from his corner and he whimpers as cold, metal cuffs chaste against his wrists. Eyes squeezed shut, he curls his wings around himself. Attempts to block out his surroundings.

DEAL (tw: death, grief mention) Snippet • Élan Vital

Her vision brightened with rage as she twisted out of the aydling’s grip and, without thinking, she thrust a hand out towards the aydling leader, releasing a wave of flames from her fingertips. The aydling leader only had time to stare at her in shock before they were vaporized on the spot. Clicks of distress sounded from the others around her, and they quickly let go of her as she turned to face them. They seemed to be deciding just how to deal with this new threat, but Vaenvi did not let them figure that out; fueled by adrenaline, she released another wave of flames and vaporized them as well. In a matter of seconds she had cleared every aydling in the room, and with her rage now spent, she collapsed to her knees, overtaken by grief.

SOMEWHERE (tw: death mention, grief) Snippet • Abandoned

After all, she had been chosen by the wilds. He knew she was out there, somewhere. Safe. Alive. He had only to find her, even if the wilds didn’t, wouldn’t, accept him. Lack of energy hadn’t killed him thus far, and he doubted it would. It would take him time to find her, when it had taken him so long to reach the edge of the wilds, his body wailing in protest. But he had time. Time he was finished wasting. He would find her again; death had never taken hold of him, nor did he plan for them to.

ALWAYS College Essay • Spite

Your life is sunshine-filled, unpredictable, wild. You are young, exploring the world. Seeing for yourself the life you know so well from television and picture books. All children fall, your mother reassures. They always get back up. A phrase your father repeats. He wants you to believe it, to become it. You can do anything you put your mind to.

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~ Of Fables & Feathers,

🕊️ Locke J. Haven

locket’s tags: ╔═════════════════════╗

@365runesofwriting@enchanted-lightning-aes@thepixiediaries@midnight-and-his-melodiverse@perasperaadastrawriting@fearofahumanplanet

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#lockejhaven #tag game #oc: warlock #oc: solace #ljh #oc: auris #oc: vaenvi #oc: ariuk #fables and feathers #tag: find the word #wip: eas #wip: encounters of the archaic sort #oc: angel #fable: snippet

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emilyoracle · 1 year

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The Concubine King (Ch1)

I said I would and here it is suckaaaaaas read it and weep.

In the afternoon sun, the unharvested barley shimmered gold like an ocean of fine silk. Next to them, the stubbled fields of cut stalks looked more bleak and devastating than encouraging. Ethyr knew a bountiful harvest meant a safe winter, and sore muscles from a day of hard work should have been satisfying, but to him it signaled only the death of beauty and life. Winter was waking, and when it stepped out of hibernation it would bring cold, dead darkness.

He finished tying his bundle of stalks and shouldered it to take to the dry-house. In the far corner of Nivian’s field, Mikel and Nivian were sweeping their scythes through the last remaining barley in rhythmic, even strokes. Ethyr paused, wiping sweat dripping down the side of his face onto the shoulder of his sleeveless tunic. Mikel wore a sleeveless, too, and the defined lines of his arms, muscles stretching and flexing as he worked, were made all the more distracting by glistening sweat.

“Ethyr!”

He jolted to attention at his uncle’s voice, scrambling to catch up to him at the dry-house. He stood half in the doorway, bent nearly double to fit under the low awning. He held out his hands and Ethyr handed the bundle to him, watching as he ducked inside to settle it with the rest of the cut barley.

“Tomorrow is our field,” he said as he stepped back out, shielding his eyes from the sun to look at their crop standing tall beside its razed brethren. Ethyr looked at it too, but straightened his frown when his uncle turned to him.

“We finished early,” Ethyr pointed out.

Tebhen propped his hands on his hips. “We were talking of tasting Miya’s new brew.”

Drinking meant boisterous chatter and lewd jokes. Ethyr scrunched one side of his mouth up. “I think I’ll go for a walk.”

Tebhen sighed, surveying the landscape. Ethyr knew he was disappointed in him, wished he was more social. His aunt, too. She often lamented what a friendly, sweet child he once was. In contrast, he supposed, to his current aversion to loud, busy social gatherings. He didn’t see a difference. He was perfectly friendly and cheerful in small company.

“Make sure to be back to help Deian with supper,” his uncle finally acquiesced.

“Yes, Uncle, I promise.” He grinned, gripping the man’s fingers and raising them to his lips before taking off between the houses. Chickens pecking in the dirt path flapped out of his way as he rushed through, and the surly rooster chased him down the street, growling its low, angry rumble until satisfied that he was far enough away to no longer be a nuisance to his hens.

Ethyr slowed as the village diminished to a small pond of thatched roofs in the distance. He twisted a plum from a tree at the edge of the wood, glanced around, then hopped over the stone wall into the forest.

It was much nicer in its shade, surrounded by vibrant greenery and the smell of earth kept damp in its shelter. He wandered through the sun-dappled quiet, filled only with his footsteps rustling on dried leaves and the occasional punctuation of a loud shout or child’s shriek from the village.

He ate the plum to its pit and tossed it, then headed back to open land. His walk had looped him around to the standing barley field. He checked again that no one could see, then climbed over the wall and across the strip of untilled land to the stalks.

He carried the absent wind in his fingers as he drifted through the barley. They swayed under his touch, bobbing back into place behind him.

A strong grip wrapped around his ankle and yanked it forward. His ass hit the ground before he could register the touch.

His startled, pained yelp made Mikel laugh, rolling to his back from where he had been lying in wait. Ethyr rubbed his sore tailbone with one hand and smacked him with the other.

“Not funny! That hurt, you know!”

“Ohh, I couldn’t help it.” Mikel twisted to his side, propping his chin up and offering a devilishly handsome grin. “You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

Ethyr glared at him, but he couldn’t hold on to the fake anger for long. He lowered to the ground beside him, leaning closer.

“I wonder if you can guess the fruit I just ate,” he challenged. Mikel’s grin softened to an intrigued smile and he closed the space between their mouths. Ethyr opened to let Mikel’s tongue venture inside, rubbing against his own and sweeping across the roof of his mouth, along the backs of his teeth.

Mikel pulled away, smacking his lips and squinting in thought. “A berry of some kind.”

“Nope,” Ethyr said, lips spreading to a gleeful smile. Mikel met them again, this time probing deeper, more thoroughly. Ethyr sucked on his tongue—to help him, of course.

He broke away again. “Plum?” he guessed tentatively.

Ethyr laughed. “You won!” He raised his eyebrows. “Can you guess your prize?”

Mikel ran a palm up Ethyr’s jaw and into his hair, grazing their mouths together.

“No need, I’ll take what I want,” he murmured, and kissed him. Ethyr dropped his shoulders down and Mikel followed, planting short kisses onto his mouth, his cheeks. Ethyr wrapped his arms over Mikel’s shoulders and caught his lips to force the kiss deeper. Mikel’s hand, rough and warm, dug harder into his hair as they traded tongues.

He broke away after a minute, looking down at Ethyr with a heavy exhale. His eyes traced his face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. Ethyr blushed.

“Don’t,” he admonished.

He was so sick of hearing it. As a child, the perpetual squished cheeks by adults cooing over how adorable he was. The well-meaning but patronizing exclamations on his looks as he became a teen, the joking asides to his aunt and uncle about marrying him off for a higher status. And now, in his twentieth year, the endless remarks about his desirability, the questions of when he’d marry. He knew it couldn’t be helped; he stood out from all the others with his dark brown hair and hazel eyes, his slender form and skin that turned dewy gold in the sun while others burned and freckled. It was from his foreigner father, his aunt said, but never more than that. They never talked about his parents. Too painful, he assumed.

“You could have anyone in the commune—no, the kingdom.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Ethyr brushed some of Mikel’s hair from his temple, combed his fingers through the bronze curls. “I want only you.”

Mikel didn’t smile often and when he did it was usually mischievous or jesting. But for Ethyr he smiled soft and sweet and gentle.

Ethyr kissed the smile belonging only to him and Mikel returned to tasting his mouth.

If he could, he would have lived in that moment; spent eternity hidden in the soft yellow of barley, its mild, nutty fragrance teasing the air, the late summer sun bathing them through crosshatched lines of grassy shadow. Lazy twills and chirps of insects filled the air between the intermittent noise from the village just a few fields away.

The noise grew to a strange note; it wasn’t the casual chatter of domestic life, it rippled through the air with confused excitement. Mikel must have noticed the commotion too. He sat up and Ethyr popped his head above the barley to follow his gaze. A carriage rattled down the narrow dirt road that led to the village center. It was grander than anything that had graced that road before, its curling elegant details and glittering embellishments marking it an object of aesthetic more than purpose. The two white horses leading it, tall and proud with their braided manes and tails swishing in time with each step, made the village’s old bay pony barely look equine. To either side of the carriage rode armed guards riding equally well-groomed mounts.

Despite having never seen one before, it could only be one thing. A royal retinue.

He exchanged a glance with Mikel. If someone from the royal palace had traveled all the way here, to the very edge of the kingdom, they could not be bearing good news.

They scrambled up and out of the field to reach the village before the carriage did. Mikel went immediately to his mother and sisters, standing in the doorway of their squat home. Ethyr joined his aunt and uncle standing in the road with other gawkers. Uneasy murmurs took the place of excitement as the carriage drew closer.

“Do you think it’s war?” someone asked.

“Of course it is, what else could it be?” another answered. “Certainly never got this treatment when they raise taxes.”

The carriage rolled to a stop several lengths from the crowd. Everyone held their tongues. The guards dismounted and one stepped forward to open the carriage door. They waited with bated breath, a tense quiet filled with anticipation, to see what glorious beyond-human entity would step out.

It was an old man.

He labored from the carriage with the support of the guard’s arm, to the hanging step, then to the ground. Though bald on the top of his head, the rest of his long, silver hair was braided down his back. His robes were a rich, deep blue, and its neckline, wide sleeves, and hem brushing the ground, were all embroidered with gold thread in intricate patterns, the shine of it in the sunlight not allowing any question of its authenticity. The cost of the thread alone could have bought their entire village. In the dust and simplicity of their rural life, the entourage looked like an illusion, an impossibility come to life.

The old man’s reproachful gaze swept through the mass of faces until it landed on Ethyr. His slow, short strides were not disarming; if anything, with chin held high and eyes trained on him, it was intimidating. He kept thinking that surely the old man must look somewhere else, turn somewhere else, or stop to address everyone. But he didn’t. He walked straight to Ethyr.

Deian pressed closer to him, sliding her fingers through his and squeezing his hand. He could feel her trembling. He squeezed back, as reassuring as he could be when faced with just as much confusion and trepidation as her. When the old man was close, Ethyr bowed his head, not sure what else to do and not able to take the intense stare any longer. The dead silence was suffocating. It seemed as though even the chickens and goats were holding their breath.

The man’s silk-clad feet halted an arm’s length from him and cold, bony fingers gripped his chin, forcing his face up. He pushed Ethyr’s face one way, then the other, examining him like a slab of meat he debated buying.

“Is your name Ethyr of the Linwood Village?” he finally spoke. His voice was surprisingly strong and clear—if not looking right at him, Ethyr would have thought it came from a man half his age.

Ethyr swallowed, trying to open his throat that had squeezed shut. How did this stranger—from the palace—know his name?

“Yes, sir,” he managed to rasp out.

The man hummed, casting a critical eye down and back up Ethyr’s body without lowering his nose. “I suppose it’s not completely hopeless, then.”

Tebhen gripped Ethyr’s other arm, and with Deian’s hold on one and the man’s grip on his chin, his skin was starting to itch uncomfortably.

“What do you want with our child?” he asked, the force behind his words as impressive as it was worrying. Did he not fear for his life, speaking so boldly to someone so far above him?

The old man released Ethyr and slipped his hands into his sleeves. “The gods have chosen a new king,” he said, loud and clear. His eyes slid from Tebhen to Ethyr again. “They have chosen you.”

#fuck if I know #fantasy romance #mm romance #mm fantasy #mm fiction #m/m romance #m/m #The Concubine King

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kuromiyakun · 1 year

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Eternal history - Poseidon, the Greeks & the Supernaturals

Facts Nivian would know:

The First Generation (FG) leaders are the Titans (Egyptian gods are Titans, too). They ruled Earth in the beginning of time, they created most of it, right after they’ve been created by God, The Creator. They’ve been defeated by the Greeks after their king, Cronus weakened and ate his own heirs in fear they’ll take the throne from him. The only son he was tricked not to kill was Zeus.

Poseidon was a Second Generation (SG) leader together with the so-called Greek gods, who ruled the three world after Titans (Heaven-Earth-Hell). He is the brother of Zeus who ruled the Heavenly Kingdom, as Poseidon ruled the waters.

What Niv can drop is: The name Poseidon means either “husband of the earth” or “lord of the earth.” It means he probably ruled the land too, not only waters.

Greek gods been defeated by Angels who took over Heavenly Kingdom and imprisoned the remained gods just like the Greeks did to Titans. Angels are the Third Generation (TG) leaders.

Both Titans and Greeks got banished to the Underworld (Hell) to be kept in Tartarus. Some died in the fight, some in Tartarus, some escaped. Who escaped is super confidential and denied by Tartarus and Hell, completely. (As technically it is not possible to escape from Tartarus, so those who escaped received help from inside.)

List of escaped Titans and Greeks (Unofficial!): Cronus, Hyperion, Horus & Helios (together), Hathor, Poseidon. (Anya too, who used to own The Key unlocks everything. Now it’s Vio’s treasure, feel free to find out, how.)

My headcanon is that there are a lot of mythological creatures living on earth, together with humans. Some are integrating in society (Vampires), some lives based on the rules of their race in places where there are no humans (Fae, inhuman witches), some are living in parallel dimensions that are meeting with this dimension, some are physical, some not. (Physical: Nordics like Loki, who are basically not gods but very powerful Supernaturals. Non-physical: Fairies, Deities aka spiritual guides.)

They are The Supernaturals / The Magicals. They have the Dark Market Cas and Ruka are so eager to see.

@umbra-est-magus

What are your questions? :))))

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astrcthesiai-archived · 7 months

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Fuyu Boreal is my take on a ice dragon slayer from Fairy Tail's universe. She is sweet and kind, but she has a vicious streak when faced with danger. She has an Exceed companion named Rain and an adoptive sister named Sabrina Nivian. They were both raised by two dragons, a water and ice dragons. They are both third generation dragon slayers, and usually kept to themselves.

#【❄️🐉about the snow woman】#【❄️🐉snow woman fuyu】#【❄️🐉the ice dragon slayer】

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guncelkal · 8 months

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RFID Keyring Nivian

If you’re passionate about IT and electronics, like being up to date on technology and don’t miss even the slightest details, buy GPS locator Nivian 100 uds at an unbeatable price. Units: 100 uds Colour: Blue SKU: S7807680

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