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aphroditelovesu · 3 months

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What about a Yandad! Poseidon with his mortal/ demigod daughter??

❝ 🌊 — lady l: I got carried away and ended up writing a mini imagine. This is not canon and is based on the voices in my head lol, but I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 💙

❝tw: threats and a slight yandere!Poseidon, but other than that, nothing else.

❝🌊pairing: platonic yandere!poseidon x daughter!reader.

❝word count: 683.

You grew up at Camp Half-Blood, surrounded by other demigods and learning to control your divine powers. Your relationship with Poseidon was complex; on the one hand, you benefited from his protection, but on the other, the shadow of prohibition hung over you. The sea god, your father, had a clear interest in your fate, and the other demigods couldn't help but feel the aura of power that surrounded you.

Your relationship with Percy Jackson, the already known hero and son of Poseidon, was a highlight. The two half-sibilings trained together, shared experiences, and supported each other in battles against monsters and other threats. The bond between them grew, consolidating a formidable partnership, feared by many enemies. Poseidon was more than pleased to see his two favorite children get along so well.

In the years that followed, Poseidon's presence in his daughter's life was constant. He guided you in training, sharing secrets of the seas and teaching you how to control your aquatic powers. As time passed, your abilities stood out among the rest. Poseidon's influence ensured that the instructors at camp also paid special attention to you, preparing you for even greater challenges. However, the constant gaze of the god of the sea also generated distrust among your fellow demigods, fueling rumors and jealousy.

Life at Camp Half-Blood wasn't easy. Monsters constantly threatened the perimeter, and quests were often assigned to the most skilled demigods. Poseidon, in turn, began to discreetly intervene in your life, providing help at crucial moments and ensuring you were one step ahead of impending dangers.

However, your relationship with the sea god was not just one of benefits. In dreams and visions, you began to receive cryptic messages and warnings from other gods and titans, warning you of the implications of being so close to Poseidon. A god can never be involved in his children's lives, well, the demigods children at least.

Tension between the gods grew as your bond with Poseidon deepened. Zeus, in particular, viewed the increasing influence his brother had over you with suspicion. The warnings from the other gods increased, and the shadows of destiny began to manifest themselves more clearly.

One night, during a vivid dream, Triton, the son of Poseidon with his wife and your half-brother, appeared before you. His eyes expressed concern as he warned of the consequences of ignoring divine warnings.

"Proximity to our father can bring blessings, but also curses," Triton said, his voice echoing like the waves of the sea.

Quests abroad became more dangerous, with more powerful monsters and mythological creatures challenging the demigods. Poseidon continued to intervene subtly, but now his help was under the scrutiny of the Olympian gods. Zeus, in his wrath, explicitly prohibited any divine intervention in your quests.

Once, during a battle against a colossal sea beast, you found yourself on the brink of defeat, your companions also injured. Desperate, you silently cried out for Poseidon's help. He responded, sending a furious wave to defeat the monster, but the price of this intervention was high. On Olympus, Zeus' anger became uncontrollable.

The situation reached a critical point when an oracle prophesied that the proximity between Poseidon and you would trigger a catastrophe that would affect not only the demigods, but the entire balance of the mythological world. The gods' prohibition on interfering in the lives of their children became an unbreakable decree.

Poseidon, however, didn't care one bit. You were his daughter and he would help you if he wanted.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #yandere percy jackson #yandere pjo #platonic poseidon x reader #yandere poseidon #platonic yandere #platonic yandere poseidon x reader

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audreyscribes · 3 months

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

🌊 POSEIDON: God of the Sea, Storms & Earthquakes, Droughts, Floods, Horses🔱

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

When you get claimed, it’s like a tsunami, a storm, and earthquake hit all at once; metaphorically and physically speaking.

Everyone stares at you in disbelief, awe, and fear.

You’re confused as you look at everyone’s reactions, then it starts to be unnerving. You’re even more confused when the people are parted, willingly and unwillingly when a boy with sea-foam green eyes pushes forward and stares at you with a gaped look. You stare at him back and notice the storm of emotions that passes through his eyes: shock, disbelief, joy, relief, fear, and anger.

The boy finally reaches over to you and stands before you. You can feel the power from him, but you also feel a sense of ease.

“Hi, my name is Percy Jackson….and I’m the son of Poseidon…your half-brother.”

You’re not taken to your cabin but instead, Percy leads you to the Big House, following Chiron, with a few individuals parting from the mass of people following behind you. When people whisper, you see Percy give them a look that made them freeze.

Percy sticks by your side as you all gather around the table tennis with the other individuals, before you’re bombed with information about the Big Three, the oath they had taken, how it was abolished by yours truly, and how they didn’t expect to see another child of Poseidon; especially this ‘soon’.

When you leave with all that information to process, Percy stands by your side and you two just stare out at Camp Half-blood, in awkward silence. You’re still reeling from the events that followed but there’s only so much awkward silence the two of you could take like a fish out of water.

“So, you wanna see where the cabin is?” starts Percy, shrugging as casually he could. You could only nod before Percy helps take your bag and leads you.

When you get to the Cabin, you open it up to see the large statue of Poseidon standing before you, feeling small and overwhelmed. Then you’re hit with the size of the cabin and how empty it feels. There are three bunk beds, but judging by two of them they looked already used, with stuff above the top bunk as some sort of storage. You can clearly tell which of the bunk beds is new as it’s not as used. You know they had to bring in another bunk bed from somewhere and manage to bring it in when you were guys having a meeting.

You’re shown the ropes and as you walk together, eat together at the dinner table, and when you go back to your cabin, it hits you how long Percy has been alone by himself. He takes you to the repaired fountain in the back and as you soak your feet, he tells you everything and you tell him your story in between sharing the bag of blue candy.

As you go to lie in bed, then it hits you that despite being alone and with the occasional visit from Tyson, you notice that while the cabin isn’t that occupied, you notice the life that’s been put into it. The decorations, the minotaur horn on the wall-

Percy acts like a big, supportive big brother that is there to catch you. He takes you to the water and the pegasus stall, the former where if you want to be alone and the pegasus stall to have them listen to you. He teaches you what he learned by himself and guides you in parts he wished he had someone there for. And you’re there to make him remember that he isn’t alone and he is loved.

When you get claimed, its as if a tsunami, a storm, and an earthquake had happened all at once, and you were the epicenter. Everyone looked absolutely shaken and were gaping at you.

Then you see a boy with sea green eyes and when you two make eye contact, it’s as if you were both lost at sea and found each other in the giant ocean. You saw his face go through many emotions before it settled into a smile, before he stepped up towards you.

“Hi, my name is Percy Jackson. I’m the son of Poseidon…and I guess you’re my sibling.”

You stare at him before the whispers of everyone around you become harder to ignore. Percy looks at them, some silencing themselves as his eyes land upon them before he sighs, rubs the back of his neck before gently hovering his hand behind your back.

“Come on, let’s go talk in somewhere private” he coaxed softly. You nodded and followed his soft guide. You get a rundown of what has happened, the Big 3 and their oath, and how it was absolved by Percy. Given the fact the time frame, no one had expected another child of the Big Three to appear that soon. Though they were pretty sure Zeus already had a few and it was only a matter of them before they made landfall in droves.

Everything was utterly overwhelming and you were trying to process it all, not just the information but also your emotions. The storm within you was building and you weren’t sure if you could contain it.

Then you found yourself at the beach and then everything became calmer as you listened to the sound of the water overlapping each other. You dug your toes deeper into the sand and then you became more aware of the presence by your side.

You looked over at Percy who looked towards the water, sitting casually on the washed up log that you were on, a bag of blue candy dangling in his hand.

Without looking at you, he held out the bag of blue candy towards you in a silent gesture. You took one and inspected it, wondering why he had a bag of just blue candy.

“Blue’s my favourite colour,” started Percy. “When someone told my mom that there was no such thing as blue food or drink, she went out of her way to prove him wrong. My mom would always make blue cookies and cake, buy me blue candy. I have a feeling my mom also liked blue because it reminded her of Poseidon, but it also reminded her of me. And now when I eat blue food, I’m reminded of my mom and also our dad in a way.”

You listened as the blue candy sat on your tongue. You weren’t sure if it was the candy itself or what Percy said, but as the candy dissolved in your mouth, you swore it made you feel better.

“I get everything is pretty overwhelming. It was like that for me and trust me, it was a lot…but you’re not alone like I was. I’ll do my best to be there for you, not as a child of Poseidon but also your brother. So if you feel a bit too alone, remember I’m here.”

You shifted your feet in nervousness. “It sort of feels like I have to fill in your shoes and I don’t think I can” you admitted.

Percy put a hand on your shoulder, “And I don’t want you to. Not because of pride or anything, but it was tough. There was a lot of pressure and a lot on the line. I gained so much glory and so much more, but I could’ve lost it all. Hopefully you won’t have to go through like I did…but if you do, I’ll be by your side.”

“Thanks Percy…I’ll try.”

He smiled, “That’s all I ask” he said before he looked back at the water for a moment. He stood up and gestured to you, “Come on, let me show you the places only a child of Poseidon can go.”

You grinned before yelling, “I’ll race you!”

“You’re on!” laughed Percy before the two of you sprinted down the sand and jumped into the water, laughing in your private domain. As you descended into the water, bubbles reached up and popped in on your face, soft like a kiss to your hairline.

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driedscones · 1 year

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“Son of the Sea God” 🌊

#art #illustration #drawing #digital art #digital #fanart #color #digital drawing #digital fanart #digital illustration #percy jackson fanart #percy jackson #pjo #pjo fanart #percy jackon and the olympians #the lightning thief #that one iconic scene

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olympianskywalker · 4 months

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Son of the sea god 🌊

#annabeth chase #bookblr #percabeth #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #tlt #the lightning thief #percy jackson series

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stormblessed95 · 2 years

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🌊Percabeth🦉 & ☀️Solangelo🌟

The Riordan Verse has a new book coming out that's focused solely on Nico and Will! Which I couldn't be more thrilled and excited about! It's called "The Sun and The Star" and I'm sooo ready for it. Like completely. And so I'm my excitement, I'm making a post dedicated to my 2 favorite Riordan Verse ships, Percabeth and Solangelo, because they are amazing 😍

Starting with Nico and Will, because it's their book that's coming out soon! They are the epitome of the golden retriever puppy and black cat trope. Lol i love it. And i fully anticipate and plan to add to this with quotes/moments between them that I love from the new book too. Also I'd hope it wouldn't need to be said, but spoilers for all PJO books from this point on, just to be on the safe side. If you don't want possible spoilers, don't read further!

"Nico,” I said at last, “shouldn’t you be sitting at the Hades table?”He shrugged. “Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It’s a mood disorder. I can’t control it. That’s what I told Chiron.“And is it true?” I asked.Nico smiled thinly. “I have a note from my doctor.” Will raised his hand. “I’m his doctor.” “Chiron decided it wasn’t worth arguing about,” Nico said. “As long as I sit at a table with other people, like…oh, these guys for instance…the zombies stay away. Everybody’s happier.” Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” “Of course not,” Nico agreed."

"At this point, you may be wondering how I felt seeing my son with Nico di Angelo. I’ll admit I did not understand Will’s attraction to a child of Hades, but if the dark foreboding type was what made Will happy… Oh perhaps some of you are wondering how I felt seeing him with a boyfriend rather than a girlfriend. If that’s the case, please. We gods are not hung up about such things."

Art by Cloud!

“In the meantime, no one should roam the camp alone. Use the buddy system.” “Understood! Nico, will you be my buddy?” “You’re a dork.” The two of them strolled off bickering"

“I apologize for my boyfriend.” “Could you not-?” “Oh I’m sorry, would you prefer special guy? Or significant other?” “More like significant annoyance in your case.”

“I’m guessing that was a Star Wars reference. My boyfriend is a Star Wars geek of the worst kind.” “Okay, signor Mythomagic, if you’d just watch the original trilogy with me-"

“Ladies and gentlemen, my glow-in-the-dark boyfriend.” “Could you not?!”

“NOBODY KILLS MY DAD AND NOBODY HITS MY BOYFRIEND!”

"You guys go," Will told me, "The chariot is only designed for three and after that shadow travel, Nico is going to pass out any second." "No I'm not," Nico complained, then passed out. Will caught him in a fireman's carry and took him away. "Good luck! I'm going to get the Lord of Darkness some Gatorade!"

Art by @/tamaytka on Instagram

I'm 1000% reserving a spot here for new quotes from the new book for Solangelo that I will edit in after it releases. Lol and no, im not sorry. They are everything each other need 😍😍

Percabeth have so many moments. Their relationship is so cute and so much fun! I could honestly talk about it all the time and they clearly love each other so much. The epitome of childhood friends to Lovers with so much bickering happening lol

"I imagined she was going to say, You killed a Minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep."

"Before I could lose my courage, I said, "Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?" I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. "Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then, we'll see."

"Percy smiled at her - that sarcastic troublemaker smile that had annoyed her for years but eventually had become endearing. His sea-green eyes were as gorgeous as she remembered. His dark hair was swept to one side, like he'd just come from a walk on the beach. He looked even better than he had six months ago - tanner and taller, leaner and more muscular.Percy threw his arms around her. They kissed and for a moment nothing else mattered. An asteroid could have hit the planet and wiped out all life, and Annabeth wouldn't have cared."

"Annabeth's voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn't cover it. They'd been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her--a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without."

"Percy pulled Annabeth close and kissed her...long enough for it to get really awkward for Piper, though she said nothing."

"Very slowly, using only two fingers, Annabeth drew her dagger. Instead of dropping it, she tossed it as far as she could into the water. Octavian made a squeaking sound. “What was that for? I didn’t say toss it! That could’ve been evidence. Or spoils of war! You other two…” He pointed his blade at Hazel and Piper. “Put your weapons on the dock. No funny bus—” All around the Romans, Charleston Harbor erupted like a Las Vegas fountain putting on a show. When the wall of seawater subsided, the three Romans were in the bay, spluttering and frantically trying to stay afloat in their armor. Percy stood on the dock, holding Annabeth’s dagger. “You dropped this,” he said, totally poker-faced. Annabeth threw her arms around him. “I love you!” “Guys,” Hazel interrupted. She had a little smile on her face. “We need to hurry."

"You promised, Seaweed Brain. We would not get separated! Ever again!" “You’re impossible!” “Love you too!"

"And it was the best underwater kiss of all time"

"We’re staying together’ he promised ‘you’re not getting away from me. Never again" Only then did she understand what would happen. A one way trip. A very hard fall. ‘As long as we’re together’ she said."

"Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up. "You're cute when you're worried," she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together." "You are not going to die while I owe you a favor," I said. "Why did you take that knife?" "You would've done the same for me." It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod."

"She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body."

“Annabeth ran in right behind him, and I’ll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her. It’s not that she tried to look good. We’d been doing so many combat missions lately, she hardly brushed her curly blond hair anymore, and she didn’t care what clothes she was wearing - usually the same old orange camp T-shirt and jeans, and once in a while her bronze armor. Her eyes were stormy gray. Most of the time we couldn’t get through a conversation without trying to strangle each other. Still, just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head."

"The world was ending and the only thing that really mattered was that she was alive"

They gave up immortality for each other, Annabeth was the only person/thing Percy remembered when Hera wiped his memory and he forgot everything else, even who he was, they fell into Hell for each other, literally. Annabeth was who Percy thought of to keep him tethered to life. Annabeth jumped in front of a knife for Percy. I mean honestly. I love them so much. And I love seeing snippets of them through others eyes in the later book series too.

I'm doing a Riordan Verse reread binge soon because both a TV show and a new book will be coming soon and my heart is soooo happy! These were some of my favorite books when I was younger snd they mostly still hold up as amazing even now!

#percabeth #solangelo #percabeth quotes i love #solangelo quotes i love #bookish otps

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sundove88 · 11 months

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The Cheesebird of Egypt (The Prince of Egypt Parody Casting)

In this animated retelling of the Book of Exodus, Egyptian Princess Golden Cheese Cookie (Pilar Uribe), upon discovering her roots as a Golden Cheesian slave, embarks on a quest to free her people from bondage. When her plea is denied by her brother Pharaohman (Donald Faison), the new pharaoh, a series of horrific plagues strike Egypt. Golden Cheese finally leads the Cheesebirds to freedom by parting the Red Sea and drowning the Egyptian army. Arceus then gives Golden Cheese the Ten Commandments, a list of rules for her people to live by.

Golden Cheese Cookie as Moses (Cookie Run)

Pharaohman as Ramses II (Megaman 4)

Yami Yugi as Himself/Ramses II’s Second Brother (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Hollyberry Cookie as Miriam (Cookie Run)

Parmesan Cookie as Tzipporah (Cookie Run OC)

Dark Cacao Cookie as Aaron (Cookie Run)

Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie as Themselves/Moses’ Other Siblings (Cookie Run)

Ganondorf as Pharaoh Seti I (The Legend of Zelda)

Eset as Tuya (Smite)

Ebony as Herself/Moses’ Ally (Magia Record)

Burnt Cheese Cookie, Fettuccine Cookie, Mozzarella Cookie, and Smoked Cheese Cookie as Themselves/Moses’ Friends (Cookie Run)

Yamask as Ramses’ Son/Amun (Pokemon)

Affogato Cookie and Matcha Cookie as Hotep and Huy (Cookie Run)

Cheesebirds as The Jews (Cookie Run)

High Priest Cheesenbird as Jethro (Cookie Run)

Sugar Swan as Yocheved (Cookie Run)

Skull Man as Nefertarti (Megaman 4)

Notraiders as The Egyptian Guards (Star Twinkle PreCure)

Waddle Doo as Neria (Kirby)

Arceus as God (Pokemon)

Blueberry Cookie, Bumbleberry Cookie, and Cranberry Cookie as Ephora, Ajolidoforah, and Jethrodiadah (Cookie Run)

Giratina as The Angel of Death (Pokemon)

Here’s your hint for the next casting (It’s Disney):

💎🌊🏰

#crossover casting #parody #Dreamworks #the Prince of Egypt #cookie run #megaman 4 #yu gi oh #the Legend of Zelda #tloz #smite #Magia record #Pokemon #star twinkle precure #Kirby

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helianskies · 1 year

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They called him the Son of the Devil. 'They', however, did not know what the Devil truly was...

a gift for @needcake! this is just a lil' something hehe, but feliz aniversário e espero que você se divirta! 🌊

[ read the full fic on ao3 or down below! ]

They called him the Son of the Devil.

‘They’ were the Portuguese, God-fearing, almost as much as they were Devil-fearing, evidently. From those unfortunate enough to meet him by land, to those even more unfortunate to meet him at sea, they were his adversaries, his victims, his entertainment.

The Portuguese ships—whether merchant or naval—who clung too close to his territory for too long were taught fast what it really meant to fear. Cannonfire was child’s play. Never did he miss, nor did his men ever hesitate when he made the call. That had bought him his name—a personal ferryman for Davy Jones, delivering souls to their watery graves like the swift turning of the tide.

Meanwhile, those who resided in the areas navigated by his ship did not venture too close whenever they docked. While some were sympathetic to the attacks against the Portuguese, and were kind enough to keep his crew stocked up and sustained with both food and leisure, others were sure to keep their distance when they could. Perhaps that was wise of them. Even the too-curious were at risk. And perhaps being feared like that, too, brought only a greater thrill.

A force to be reckoned with, was what he was. Fierce as the pacific seas he had come to claim as his own. So many ships had been sunken, so many men slain—and it had made Abel a man wealthy not only in riches, but equally in reputation.

At present, Abel and his men were venturing the Coromandel Coast of India. The growing spice trade was teeming with opportunity, markets, clients, and the easterlies made it an easy route to take before swooping back around towards the East Indies. It suited them well. Here, they had been welcomed more openly than they were used to.

To make the most of a final night in their current host town, Abel had been generous and granted the crew an evening to explore and enjoy themselves. For the majority, that had meant a night wandering from tavern to tavern, tankard to tankard, and Abel had gladly joined them.

At least, for most of the evening.

As the moon was approaching its highest point in the sky, however, and as the stars came to shine their brightest, Abel found himself alone at the beginning of a beach. He couldn’t remember how he got there. He couldn’t tell if he had just arrived, or if he had been standing there for an hour. But the sea was calming, the breeze light, and the ‘how’, ‘when’ and ‘why’ were so suddenly, incredibly unimportant.

Abel wandered forth and welcomed the feeling of sand beneath his boots, sturdy yet not, gentle yet not. There was a bottle in his hand, he soon discovered, from which he took a healthy sip of spiced liquor. Life felt perfect.

The sea before him was illuminated by the moon and the stars and the ghosts of his victories. It was his—all his. It was an immense feeling, a sobering tidal wave (well, figuratively sobering, that was).

A younger Abel, who used to quietly watch from the window as his father went out to sea to catch fish before the sun even rose, would not have imagined this future for himself. He used to hate the sea. He used to hate how it stole from him. The day his father had gone out for work and not returned—not that evening, nor the day after, nor even within the next year—he had sworn vengeance.

But now, he was the one who stole, and the sea no longer laughed at him but respected him. It was no longer the enemy, but a friend. If his father had gone out to sea and drowned, then all Abel knew was that his father had simply not been strong enough a man to live…

…he took another swig from the bottle.

What made him do it, he lacked an answer (or at least, answer he was willing to admit, even to himself) but with a mere blink he was sitting down, and with another, sand cradled his body and he stared up at the dark blanketing sky.

Serenity was generally a foreign concept to Abel—otherworldly, even. But there it was, all-encompassing, all-consuming. How… freeing. He closed his eyes and breathed it in and felt that internal reminder why this life was all he needed.

Abel lay there for a while, basking in the swelling night and sea. He could have fallen asleep right then and there—perhaps he even did—but just as all of his senses ebbed and flowed and threatened to leave him in the arms of Morpheus, something distant drifted through the haze. A voice. A chorus.

It was angelic, if he had to try and describe it. A madman would have thought that they were dying and being greeted from on high. But Abel, far from losing his wits, had no other explanation for it.

Sitting up, it was clear that no one else was around on the beach. Even his own footsteps now had been sifted by the wind and cast away. So his head turned back to the sea—could there be a boat? sailors?—but no vessel was there, either, and his confusion remained.

The voice was impossible to pinpoint. It truly seemed to surround him. The more he listened, the more he felt a pull, and the more he listened again, he began to make sense of the words filling the air—words that, at first, had not sounded like words, but which now sung of riches, home, and the sea in a language he knew—a language that was his own.

And then he heard a splash. It had been small, but noticeable, and it drew Abel's gaze towards the South, where rocks trailed from the edge of the coastline and dipped down into the waters.

At first, he wondered if he was, in fact, out of his mind. But he blinked, and peered harder through the night, and found his eyes still did not betray him: there upon the rocks was a figure—the source of the melody, and the object of Abel's fixation. Surely not. But surely, yes.

He was on his feet. He was not sure when or how he had moved, nor why he then proceeded to venture across the sand towards the outcrops, but he did, and he did not fight it. As he neared, the music grew stronger yet softer, more delicate and whimsical, but no less powerful. It called to him. He couldn't fathom why he felt that way, but he did—it was as though the performance was all for him, and he so desperately sought a closer audience.

Before he knew it, the distance that had separated them had shrunk to span only metres. Being so close, he could see the figure somewhat easier—a figure with long hair that they carefully groomed with their own fingers, and legs that appeared to vanish into the water. A midnight swimmer, perhaps? A woman who, like him, had maybe had one drink too many?

Nevertheless, as he stepped onto the rocks themselves in order to get closer still, the beautiful singing, so gentle and smooth, suddenly subsided.

Abel blinked. He stared. Hands dropped away from flowing locks, and a head turned so that two eyes could gaze upon him, and he could gaze upon them in turn.

“I thought it was considered rude to stare.”

The lump in his throat took a few attempts to swallow. “What are you doing out here?” he deflected, gesturing with his bottle (he was amazed he was still holding it) towards the sea. “‘S a bit cold for a swim…”

The other hummed. “Maybe I like the cold,” they—he—could they be a man, with such a frame, and such mystical hair…?—replied. And, just like that, he slipped himself right into the water.

It felt like the other was trying to put distance between them again (Abel did not like that). It also felt like he was trying to prove a point, based on how he did not seem perturbed by the chilly depths. The sailor felt himself shiver just at the thought of the water, but, just as he found himself growing wary of the swimming stranger, he became, once more, the only thing Abel could focus on.

“You seem lost,” the other said, bringing himself to the edge of the rocks, whereupon he rested his arms and held himself against the ledge. “You are not from these lands, are you?”

“No, I am not,” Abel slowly returned as he crouched down, and once more bridged the gap between them. “Though, you hardly seem to be a local yourself. You… barely seem to be of this world, in fact.”

An invisible smile seemed to appear on the other’s face. “Is that a compliment, or an insult?”

“A compliment,” the blonde assured him.

He tried to read the other as he spoke, just as he would read any other person, but all he could think about was how curious this stranger was—how the moon almost seemed to make him glow. And surely it was not his imagination: the other was not only in the sea, but naked, a man who must have had more drink than Abel several times over!

“Do you have a name?” he then asked, hoping to put some pieces of this pretty puzzle together.

To that, the other gave a soft hum. “Everyone has a name,” he replied. “Do you have one?”

“I have a few.”

“Greedy.”

Abel cracked a small smile of his own. “Tell me yours first, and then I will tell you mine.”

The proposal was considered for a moment. A lot of thought seemed to take place—eyes watched closely and the other had to fix his posture—before he finally said, “João.”

His smile suddenly tensed along with several other muscles in his body. “João,” Abel repeated, giving it a taste, letting it dance on his tongue. “Sounds quite… Portuguese.”

“Well,” João responded, “maybe that has something to do with the fact that that is where I come from, no? Now, no distracting yourself,” he went on with ease, “you owe me your name.”

Remaining somewhat wary, but equally as tenacious, the sailor provided what had been requested: “I’m Abel. Though, I must admit, your people tend to use a different name for me…”

It almost felt weird to say so out loud. Perhaps that was the effect of facing someone like João, clouded in mystery, seemingly carefree, Portuguese. What if he already knew of Abel? What if underneath the water was concealed a weapon? What if—?

“'My people', huh? And what name might that be, sailor boy?”

And like that—the very second Abel looked at the other, looked him in the eyes, and was met by a sort of wonder—the care was washed away by the ebbing sea.

“They call me ‘the Son of the Devil’,” he said, “when they are not busy trying to run away.”

The revelation did not quite inspire the fear or wariness he had expected it to, however.

“Seriously?” João reacted instead, as though unimpressed, or unconvinced. “You hardly seem like a demon to me.”

“How would you know?” Abel asked somewhat pointedly, and just as fast as he had spoken before, the other lost his voice.

Abel wondered if he had come across too harsh. Conversely, had that not been the idea? To prove himself? But then, had it been deserved, he had to ask himself. João was one of few people to have ever engaged in a conversation longer than thirty seconds with him. Where others kept their distance, João almost seemed to want to close it between them again.

"Tell me," the sailor said, wanting desperately to amend his prior cruelty, "what has driven you into the water? Not me, I hope."

At that, the other's amusement grew. "Why?" he questioned. "Should I have reason to run from you, too?"

"Or swim away, in your case."

He received a tut. "Well?" the stranger prompted. "Do I?"

"You might," Abel answered in earnest, lowering himself even further by taking a firm seat upon the rocks. "I'm not liked by many people. They prefer to avoid me, if they can."

That, however, only seemed to draw the other in. The gap narrowed even more.

"Does that mean you're dangerous?" he asked.

The word brought Abel, in turn, a small burst of excitement. So much for wanting to make a better impression.

"They have not given me my nickname for no reason."

"Mmm,” João grinned, “that's good. I like danger."

"Oh?"

"Danger can be fun," the other mused. And then, after a short pause—a moment to think—he added, "I can be dangerous, too, you know."

To Abel, it was a laughable notion on the one hand, but equally quite cute that the man in the water did not seem to grasp what danger truly was. Abel had killed, and sometimes just because he could. But this person before him, with their wondrous hair and heavenly voice and gentle eyes (and very naked body), hardly looked capable of anything more sinister than ordinary wit.

Still, he found himself humouring this fantasy. Something about the other made him want to talk more, and enjoy his company.

"How scared should I be of you, then?" Abel asked, to which he received a sort of proud smile.

"No, no. Not scared," João warned him. "Danger is fun, remember."

"Not my kind of danger."

"Only a coward thinks danger is dangerous," however. "So are you dangerous, or scared?"

He couldn't quite work out how they had arrived at such a statement, inflammatory and unnerving. It threatened Abel in so many ways. It was a challenge to his very name, the thing he had spent years of his life carefully constructing . He was hardly going to sit there, and take it.

"I," he said as clearly as possible, "am not scared."

"No?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

"Then get in."

The Dutchman stopped. He blinked. He blinked again. And then, he considered in brief the dark but tranquil sea.

"Come on," the other insisted all the while, gently pushing away from the rock in order to fully embrace the waters around him. "Come in for a dip," he pressed, "and prove to me that you are not scared, sailor boy.”

It was an ask that felt like— No, no— It wasn’t too much—Abel was perfectly capable of getting into the water and going for a swim and had done so many a time—but the bottle in his hand felt heavier than before, and he wondered if perhaps this was all a falla—

A cold hand found his face, held his cheek, and offered a solace that Abel had not requested, but one that… he liked.

“Come,” the other’s voice delicately urged again, “I promise it will be worth it. A quick dip, to prove to me that the Son of the Devil really is as bold and fearsome as he claims…”

Something about the way that João looked at him was utterly magical. He felt awe, he felt hunger, he felt desire. He had not often seen a man and had thoughts of such a nature, but he would allow himself to make an exception.

He got lost in that world for a moment. He could still see and feel João there, reeling him in, but at the same time all Abel could think about was how it would feel to kiss him, to hold him, to have him in bed, to drown in him entirely. Abel wanted it. He wanted him. There was something so suddenly carnal about it—something so imperative, for the sake of his survival.

He was just so… so enchanting. It was impossible to look away, or think of anything—anyone—else. And the nearer João pulled him, the deeper Abel felt ready to—

The water was freezing. It smacked him in the face, merciless and harsh. The moment his body fell into the sea, Abel’s instincts screamed for him to swim, to get back out, to seek warmth and dry land—but as he tried to bob and find air and something to hold onto, all he found was João amongst the bubbles and commotion.

João, who had pulled him right under the surface. João, who smiled at him and held onto him. João, who… did not stop pulling, or holding, or smiling.

It was only when Abel could no longer reach his hands above the water or remember the last few minutes in detail or feel enough air in his lungs that reality, at last, made itself known to him. Too little, too late.

Abel was about to learn what it was like to be condemned to a watery grave of his own.

#hetalia #hws netherlands #hws portugal #nedport #helia writes #happy birthday cake!#i dont know if youll remember but this fic comes from a prompt you sent me so 😇#nothing can go wrong 😇😇

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dragonlands · 1 month

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The Sea of Cursed Souls 🌊

M/M pirate adventure/romance, with enemies to lovers dynamic and paranormal elements

So I wrote a book and it's called The Sea of Cursed Souls, and you can read it on Wattpad!

Short description: Captive Prince meets Our flag means death.

Long description: Alexander Gray is the religious son of a duke, who believes that his mysterious illness is a curse from God. Lucien Blackwood is the most feared pirate captain on the British waters, who takes Alexander as a captive after a hanging gone wrong.

Alexander despises Lucien for his cruel reputation and criminal lifestyle, and Lucien looks down on Alexander's higher-than-thou attitude and narrow morality. Still, there's something strange rippling between them, like a long forgotten dream, and the two can't help but be drawn to one another...

If this sounds interesting to you, check it out on wattpad! The book is finished and around 70k long, and I'll update it weekly to Wattpad. I dream about possibly self publishing it one day, so all support is appreciated.

If this sounded interesting but you need more information feel free to dm me with any questions!

#wattpad #queer books #indie author #achillean #mxm #m/m #captive prince #ofmd #original story #pirates #wattpad books #romance books #indie books

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davidluongart · 2 years

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“Come, my love, be one with the sea 🌿🌊”

Had been inspired from tons of legends of merfolk/sirens lately (especially those of “merman asking hand in marriage with mortal women” in some Scandinavian and Asian mythologies) + obscure stories of forgotten sea deities of Ancient Greco-Roman mythology and their later depictions in Italian Renaissance, too. (such as Triton, the sea messenger son of Poseidon and Amphitrite; the familiar Nereids, 50 daughters of Nereus and Doris; and older gods such as Okeanos and Tethys, primordial Pontos and Thalassa, etc.)

#had been finished this illustration for a long time but now having the courage to post this #naturecore #ocean #oceancore #seacore #ancient greek #somewhere upon the stairs of Palazzo Ducale #italian renaissance #golden sunset aesthetics #the nereids #sea nymphs #triton #the son of Poseidon and Amphitrite himself #he and his mother trying to finding some fashionable Italian Renaissance clothes for him just fro marrying this mortal woman #but he ended up looking like a Late Roman/an Early Byzantine instead

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rosejigglypuff76 · 3 months

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👑🍪 Cookie Run Kimura AU - Kingdom Stats 🍪👑 🪴 Herb Kimura the Polite Nature God 🪴

Based on the stats I currently have for Herb Cookie in Cookie Run Kingdom! 🎀

Several changes are showcased! Such as Herb Kimura being a Super Epic instead of a Legendary in the Kimura AU for the sake of gaming balance. 🪴

Also decided to make Herb Kimura be compatible with the Sea Salt Toppings. Since in the Kimura AU, he's the son of Sea Fairy. 🌊

Overall though, most of the stuff showcased in the artwork is based on what's actually shown for Herb Cookie in Cookie Run Kingdom. 🍪👑

Official In-Game Screenshot of Herb Cookie

#herb cookie #cookie run #cookie run fanart #cookie run au #cookie run kimura au #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom fanart #cookie run kingdom au #cookie run kingdom kimura au #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run ovenbreak fanart #crk #crk fanart #in game #in game screenshots

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endofherwildsideau · 1 year

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🌊°🔱𝙳𝚈𝙻𝙰𝙽🔱°🌊

His Voice by young Hercules

DeadName: Phillip Vase Aukai

Name: King Dylan the Aquatic Alpha

Name Meaning: Son of the sea. Sea. Toward the tide. Born from the ocean. Son of the wave. Son of the ocean. Influence.

Nicknames: Dyl, Dilly, Danny, dyldo, Dyl-Dyl & dilly bear (by Harper)

Birthday: June 25

Cause of Death: murder by his own biological father

Age: 188 (die at the age of 17)

Species: a hybrid of Human, Black River Dragon, Anglerfish, and Hippocampus.

Race: Polynesian or Hawaiian and Greek 🇬🇷

Gender: Male ♂

Relationship status: married

Sexuality: Pansexual

Roles or Jobs: God of water. Pasty chef. Bakery chef. Club and mobile DJ. Keyboardist and vocalist. Leader of Aquatic Alphas. Ruler of Aquatic animals. Water bender master. Holder of Crown Jewel pieces.

Home World: Earth (Formerly) Miracle Region (Currently)

Kingdom: Crystal Reef, The Calmest Gulf, The Pleasant Abyss, and The Deepest Abyss.

Home: Azuri keeps

Facts: Dylan is the most talented DJ in the kingdom, besides he is part of a group with his brothers and sisters, he is a master of pasty. Dylan has many half-siblings, he even knew they were uncomfortable with others because of the same father problems, but he doesn't see them as half-siblings, just his real family. When he was young, his mother told him "try to make someone happy, but sometimes people struggle, and perhaps your act of kindness may be their day. Our purpose in life is to enjoy your life—to be happy. It's all that matters. "He is a more happy and cheerful animal, a ridiculous pranker, but he rarely gets angry unless...

Bonding Partner:

???

Partner:

Queen Harper the Seal Alpha (wife)

Parents:

Cassia Aukai (Biological mother)

Anwin Aukai (Ex-biological father)

Sibling:

Poseidon the Orca Alpha (Half-brother)

Mano the Shark Alpha (Half-brother)

Victor the Octopus Alpha (Half-brother)

Cornelius the Crocodile Alpha (Half-brother)

Hudson the Otter Alpha (Half-brother)

Calypso the Sea Turtle Alpha (Half-sister)

???

Relative:

Tutu Wahine Kaimana Aukai (paternal grandmother)

Abilities:

Greek Deity Physiology

Hippocampus Physiology

Human Physiology

Hybrid Physiology

Lophiiformes Physiology

Merfolk Physiology

Mythic physiology

Stomiiform Physiology

Mythical Bestiary

Aquatic Adaptation

Aquatic Breathing

Aquatic Empathy

Aquatic Telepathy

Bioluminescence

Chimerism

Cold Resistance

Companion Connection

Declaration Aging

Enhanced Lung Capacity

Enhanced Senses

Enhanced Swimming

Enhanced Weapon Proficiency

Entity Bonding

Expressive Ears

Fin Manifestation

Gill Manifestation

Glowing Eyes - only when the power is active or glows in the dark.

Hair Growth

Infinite Digestive System

Lure Protrusion

Omnilingualism

Marine Biology Mastery

Mode Switching - Mythic, Demon, and Rage Form.

Pointed Ears

Prehensile Tail

Pressure Resistance

Regeneration Healer Factor

Scale Manifestation

Spear Proficiency

Speed Swimming

Swimming Tail

Symbiosis

Tail Manifestation

Trident Proficiency

Underwater Combat

Underwater Hearing

Underwater Senses

Underwater Smell

Underwater Strength

Underwater Taste

Underwater Touch

Underwater Vision

Unique Eye Coloration

Unique Hair Coloration

Weapon Summoning

Zoolingualism

Zoological Mastery

Powers:

Aquatic Life Lordship

Aquatic Life Manipulation

Dehydration

Flood Creation

Hydro-Telekinesis

Hydrokinetic Cloning

Hydrokinetic Combat

Hydrokinetic Constructs

Hydrokinetic Invisibility

Hydrokinetic Regeneration

Liquid Surveillance Communication

Ocean Communication

Ocean Embodiment

Ocean Lordship

Oceanscience

Ocean Magic

Ocean Manipulation

Pure Water Manipulation

Sea Monster Manipulation

Tidal Wave Generation

Water Absorption

Water Artillery

Water Attacks

Water Augmentation

Water Aura

Water Boundary

Water Defense

Water Detection

Water Embodiment

Water Empowerment

Water Exoskeleton

Water Generation

Water Immunity

Water Imprisonment

Water Infusion

Water Magic

Water Maneuverability

Water Manipulation

Water Negation

Water Portal Creation

Water Pressure Generation

Water Purification

Water Sealing

Water Sense

Water Separation

Water Solidification

Water Strike

Water Teleportation

Water Transformation

Water Wall Generation

Water Weaponry

Whirlpool Generation

#pansexual #pan #end of her wild side au #end of her wild side oc #artists on tumblr #digital art #eohws #sketchbook app #my art style #emilythehybridwolf #oc info #reference sheet #png art #King Dylan the Aquatic Alpha #Dylan the God of Water #my art 2023 #redesign oc #my ocs do not steal

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sheakspeare · 10 months

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It's week 1 of the #OdysseyReadalong2023, and we've read books 1 & 2 so far. I'm gonna leave some prompts for discussion about Book 1 below. 💙🌊

🌊 — “Tell me about a complicated man” (Od. 1.1)

Emily Wilson translated the Greek πολυτροπος (transl. polýtropos) as ‘complicated’ to describe our hero, Odysseus. This epithet means much-turned, alluding to the ten years he spent at sea trying to get back home after the war.

What do you think of Wilson's translation? I personally like it because it introduces us to a very nuanced character.

How is this word translated in your version of the book? In my Spanish copy, Luis Segalá y Estalella opted for ‘man of many wits’, referencing Odysseus' cunning.

🌊 — The proem

In the first few lines of the poem, Homer tells us how many obstacles Odysseus faced in his return (eating The Sun God's cattle, being hidden in Calypso's cave for seven years, Poseidon's anger after Odysseus blinded Polyphemus, etc.).

This introduction follows Horatio's advice (Ars Poetica 148-149) and transports us swiftly to the very heart of events, as if we already knew: “Semper ad eventum festinat et in medias res non secus ac notas auditorem rapit”.

It introduces us to a complicated man, indeed. A man who has destroyed cities and endured pain. A man who tries to get his men home, but fails. A man who faces many trials in his path.

Which bit are you most excited for?

🌊 — The Oresteia

Zeus mentions “Aegisthus, who was killed / by Agamemnon's famous son Orestes” (Od. 1.29-30).

He is alluding to the events that take place in Aeschylus' Oresteia, where Agamemnon is murdered by Clytemnestra and, in turn, she and Aegisthus are killed by Orestes. By doing this, the poet undoubtedly wants us to relate Aegisthus to the suitors and, consequently, Orestes to Telemachus and thus compare Clytemnestra to Penelope.

What do you think of this comparison?

🌊 — The gods' influence

In Od. 1-66-67, Zeus says Odysseus is “more sensible than other humans, / and makes more sacrifices to the gods”, which puts him in Zeus and Athena's favour over other mortals. However, Poseidon's rage prevents him from accomplishing his mission.

Do you think it is better to be known by the gods, or remain anonymous?

🌊 — Xenia (ξενία)

The Greek concept of hospitality is also ever present in the story. It finds its roots in generosity, gift exchange, and reciprocity.

Od. 1–113 marks the beginning of a typical scene, that of the “reception of a guest”, the structure of which is as follows:

the guest arrives,

a member of the host's family or household notices their presence,

they go out to the front door to give the guest a warm welcome,

they take the guest by the hand,

they usher the guest in,

they invite the guest to take a seat,

they offer the guest food,

they ask the guest questions.

and, finally, the host used to give a gift to his guest at parting.

Thus, in the aristocratic society of the Homeric poems, a travelling hero could acquire many riches. Would you travel over the wine-dark sea to foreign lands, or would you stay home?

Telemachus' reception of Athena (disguised as Mentes) is a perfect example of what good hospitality is. Along the story, we'll also find examples of bad hospitality (such as that of the suitors, who slaughter the palace’s livestock).

🌊 — Royalty

It is clear from Od. 394-398 that kingship was not hereditary in Ithaca. With Odysseus gone, a king must try to assert himself by marrying Penelope or, simply, by force. Even if Odysseus were to return, he would have to contend with the suitors for the throne (Od. 2-246-251).

🌊 — Telemachus

After speaking to Mentes, Odysseus' son Telemachus tries to assert himself, but ultimately fails. No longer a boy but a man in his 20s, Telemachus yearns for a father figure to guide him and show him the way. His position at the palace grows more precarious as time goes on.

What do you think of him? And, most importantly, what do you expect to see from him? Do you think he will live up to his father, or fail in the attempt?

tags: @fangirlofallthefanthings

#OdysseyReadalong2023 #the odyssey #read-alongs #*mine

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honoringthor · 11 months

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15 days of Thor devotion ⚡ favorite myths.

The myth of Thor crossdressing to get Mjolnir back is pretty popular and I like it too. However, my favorite myth is probably The Lay of Alvis (Alvíssmál). Though the list involved is a bit long. It shows a less violent side of Thor we don't see often. It also educates us on different kennings for different things. It can be found in its entirety in the Poetic Edda❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

Alvis travelled from his world of svartalfheim to Thrud, Thor's daughter, as a wife. Somehow Alvis found Thor at home in Bilskirnir. He didn't recognize the god however and told him to get the goddess.

Thor is unimpressed by Alvis and asked who and what he was. Alvis impatiently introduced himself and bragged that there is nothing he doesn't know and that he lives under a hill in a cave. He explained that the gods had offered Thrud as payment for his work. Something said gods didn't ask permission from Thor for.

Indignant, Thor told Alvis he had the final say on who is daughter married. Still not catching on, Alvis apparently didn't know who Thrud's father was and insulted the god. That's when Thor introduced himself. Nervous now, Alvis decided to actually ask for permission. Instead of agreeing or killing his guest, Thor decided to test him. If he could answer all questions, Thor would allow the marriage.

First Thor asked what is the name of the land that stretches around us in every world? 🌍

"Men call her Earth, the Aesir say Field, the Vanir say Ways, the Jotun call her Evergreen and the elves call her Grower. The most holy gods call her Clay."

Then Thor asked what the sky was called in every world.

"Men call it heaven, gods call it Height, the Vanir call it Wind Weaver, the Jotun call it High Home, elves call it Fair Roof, and dwarves call it Dripping Hall.

"What is the moon called in every world?" Asked Thor.🌙

"Men call him the Moon, the gods call him Mock Sun, in Hel he's the Whirling Wheel, the Jotun call him Whirling Wheel, the Jotun name him Rapid Traveller, dwarves call him Gleamer, elves call him Time Teller."

Thor asked the all knowing Alvis what the sun was called. ☀️

"Men call her the Sun, the gods call her Orb, dwarves call her Dvalin's Delight, Jotun call her Ever Bright, elves call her Fair Wheel, and the sons of ods call her all Glowing."

Then Thor asked what rain was called in every world. 🌧️

Alvis answered "Men call it Clouds, gods say Chance of Showers. The Vanir call is Wind Kites, Jotun name it Hope of Rain, elves call it Weather Might, and in Hel it's Helmets of Secrets."

Thor then asked about the wind. 🌬️

Alvis answered, "Men call it Wind, gods say Waverer, the most holy gods call it neigher, Jotun call it Wailer, elves call it Roaring Traveller, and in Hel it's Blustering Blast."

Now Thor asked what the stillness,, the settling peace, was called in every world.

"Men call it Calm, gods say Quiet, Vanir call it Winds' Hush, Jotun call it Sultry, the elves call it Days' Lull, and the dwarves call it Days'refuge."

Then Thor asked about the ocean 🌊

"Men call it Sea, gods call it Smooth-lying, the Vanir call it Waves, Jotun call it Eel Home, elves call it Drink Stuff and dwarves call it the Deep." Alvis answered.

Thor asked him to tell him about fire . 🔥

"Men call it fire, gods say Flame, Vanir call it Wave, Jotun call it Hungry Biter, dwarves call it Burner, and Hel calls fire Hasty."

And the questions continue until the sun rises and Alvis is turned to stone. I also imagine Thor had a conversation with the other Aesir as well.

#thor deity #god #heathen #thor #norse pagan #pagan #paganblr #devotional #alvissmal #mythology #lay of alviss #poetic edda #15 days of thor devotion #15 days of deity devotion #kennings #dwarf #alvis #dark elf #svartalf

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