#[Mythology Deities] Gods and Goddesses; IC

[roselyn-writing]

I think it is time to talk about my take of Niflheim in my story / novel.

A/N: Pic isn’t mine, I found it in google!

In my story / novel, Niflheim is the place where ice and snow were first introduced to people and creatures, by some miracle, it was transferred to the other worlds: such as Earth and Valǒrena or Valoranta. Thus, people knew of ice, snow, and winter thanks to Niflheim itself.

In Niflheim, there are ice giants, monsters and wyverns (ice dragons) yet the Niflheimers learned to live in their world. Thus, taming the ice wyverns and the ice giants.

Skadi, The winter and ice goddess in Norse mythology. She ran across the worlds, running from Odin himself, because he wanted to have a piece of her. She didn’t like him and she wants nothing to do with him. That didn’t please Odin and he wanted things done in his way, so yeah, he chased her across the realms until Skadi, desperately entered Niflheim. Where no creature strong or brave enough to enter it. But that didn’t deter Odin at all, because he is too arrogant and powerful to back down, So he chased her into Niflheim too.

The people of Niflheim heard a feminine wail that called for help, and that woman is Skadi herself, their venerated goddess and protector. So they all jumped into action and defended her from that vermin Odin.

As the Niflheimers clashed with Odin, Skadi stood poised and unyielding, her two formidable icy wolves lunged at Odin and mauled him, Skadi, her frozen— white eyes blazed with determination and hatred as she readied her frozen bow poised to strike. With a graceful and impressive movements, she unleashed a powerful shot, infusing it with the very icy essence of her being. The arrow found its mark, bringing an end to that horrible Odin, He cried loudly in pain before he perished.

Atlast, Odin is gone, but not entirely, he will resurface after sometime. But in the meantime; The Niflheimers celebrated this glorious day, and in every year, they celebrate like a traditional holiday. Val’hir was there, He was but a boy, but he remembers Skadi very well.

Skadi couldn’t help but feel loved and supported, She decided to repay her faithful followers by blessing them with her powers and wisdom, she constructed icy weapons made from her ice powers herself, as gratitude for defending her from Odin.

Making the Niflheimers much stronger than they already are, Niflheimers have long life-spans too. Similar to Virginians and Akendiyans. But they have something the latters lacked. The absolute control of Ice and Snow. Niflheimers cannot be harmed by ice or snow, they are completely immune to it. Even if they were frozen, it won’t kill them at all. So they have huge advantages against other ice magic users.

And to add more to that, Niflheimers have strong bonds with each other, more accurately, families bonds. If Niflheimers’ souls are similar to one another, then they are ‘the kin in spirit’, not kin in the flesh or blood but spirit, As weird it is, yet it exists, it is how it is. Alot of Niflheimers have kin in spirit, even Selviya’s, she had her kin in spirit with Val’Hir: The first great warrior of Niflheim.

Niflheimers have unusual souls, the aura of their souls alone can freeze the place, while humans souls have some intensity or raw energy in them, that is nothing compared to a Niflheimers’ souls, Niflheimers can freeze their own souls and take a break from living if they want to.

Niflheimers can do astral projection, either by intention or not. Just like Selviya, she is the daughter of Niflheim too.

Nilfheimers have unsusal rituals, they can enter spirit realm by doing their ritual taught by Skadi herself. Thus, leaving their bodies in the mortal plane.

If I forgot something, I will add it to this post.

[alicentswife1]

✦❘༻༺❘✦ Cersei Lannister as Hera the Goddess of marriage, family, childbirth and women.

I couldn’t help myself. So I made another one with Cersei because she’s so complex and to give her just one goddess would’ve been wrong (I will probably do this with multiple others too). I think I also prefer this one given the fact that Hera was very motherly but also very jealous. ‘Hera was known for being faithful herself, but she is often described as a jealous, vengeful goddess, particularly towards Zeus and his many lovers and bastard offspring.’ Which fits pretty well? Cersei loves her children. And she definitely has that soft side to her, buried underneath but it’s there. I also see Hera despising Zeus for his unfaithfulness, as does Cersei, she hates Robert. She longs to be like her father which is her biggest curse. (Hera could also fit Alicent and Rhaenyra)?

[moonchild9350]

Heart of Ice

Summary: you set off on an errand on behalf of your father to the land of the giants, where you meet Chan, the king of the giants.

Pairing: Giant Chan x fab demi goddess reader

Genre: mythology au, smut, straight filth lol

Word count: 8.1k

Warnings: violence (battle scenes), use of swords/knives/bow and arrows, and magic, decapitation, blood, use of aphrodisiacs, p in v penetration, creampie (don’t), squirting, fingering, oral sex (f & mreceiving), mirror sex, exhibitionism, breeding kink, dirty talk, dom Chan dynamics- I think that’s it omg lol

Notes: I’m a nerd for mythology and add Chan to the mix, yes please! Just another fic to take a break from spooktober.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2024)

You were exhausted. That was the best way to describe how you felt.

You looked back at the direction you just came from, the rocky waters slapping against the bank, taunting and mocking you at the trial it just made you face. The river Iving separated Asgard from Jotunheim, the journey long and treacherous.

You came from Asgard, the land of the gods, to obtain an item from Chan, the king of the giants here in Jotunheim. Being from the lineage of Odin, it was expected that the journey would be relatively easy, however, it has been anything but. It may have been for someone of deity lineage from both sides, but you were born of god lineage but also human, making you a lesser being than most of the inhabitants of the realm.

You are unsure as to why your father sent you on this errand, especially by yourself, but he insisted that you could do it, so you could prove your worth to him. And the latter is something you have been trying to achieve your whole life.

Sighing, you lifted your head up and took in the wasteland in front of you. It was dreary and dark, the wind howling nonstop, its cold embrace wrapping around you. There were mountains in the distance, big and rocky, their stance intimidating to anyone who lays eyes on it.

There were no animals or creatures in sight, although you knew that could change at any given moment, this realm being home to the nastiest, aggressive beings.

You could see your breath in front of you, as it was ice cold, probably below zero. Thankfully, you were bundled up in your furs, made especially for you by your mother for the journey.

Ensuring your knife, sword, and bow were properly stored and your pouch was still on your hip, you began your journey once more. This time to the large castle at the other end of the land.

You could see it in the distance, beyond the Jormun Sea, the rocky structure encased in ice amongst the mountain side. There resided Chan, a cunning giant who was supposedly awaiting you.

You started to walk, the sound of crunching heard as you stepped on the ice below. Snow and ice blanketed the land which would have been dangerous for the average person, but thanks to your specialized snow shoes, navigating the icy tundra was relatively easy.

The beginning of your journey was uneventful, which was suspicious, your hand ready to draw your sword at a moments notice. Up ahead a body of water came into view, the waves lapping at the beach softly, so unlike the harsh wind that was steadily blowing.

You stopped at the edge and peered in. The water was black as obsidian, what lies beneath obscured by the darkness. Every now and then the water would ripple, most likely from some sea creature beneath the surface.

Looking up, you peered into the distance, seeing the expanse of the sea. It would take you a while to clear it, your destination located on the other side. Time was of the essence, as you didn’t want to keep the king waiting, therefore, you continued to walk, shielding your face from the wind.

The land was peaceful, no sound being heard except for the waves hitting rocks and the wind. However, peace didn’t last long. As you rounded a corner of the sea, the ground began to ripple. You stopped in your tracks, grabbed your sword, and assumed position.

The earth trembled and split, a creature emerging from the dirt, dust and rocks spewing from the ground. It rose from its home, arching its back, grasping a sword in hand, a growl rippling from its mouth. As the creature stood upright, you gasped taking in its bony form, with metal plates along its shoulders and chest. Its eyes seemed to glow a ruby red, peering at you in disdain.

You knew what they were, a sub type of dwarf called a draugr. They were cruel and vicious unlike the dwarfs present back in Asgard. Gripping your sword tighter, you charged at the creature, raising your sword above your head as you came upon it. A loud clang rose through the air as your sword had collided with the creature.

You grunted as you were pushed back from the force of the impact, causing you to stumble and almost drop your sword. However, you had no time to rest as the draugr charged at you again, showing no mercy towards you. Sword against sword met again and again, sparks flying from the contact as you battled the creature.

Little by little you whittled away at it until an opening appeared, one in which you could finally eliminate it. You kept your eye on your target and charged, swinging back your sword with a loud cry. As your voice echoed across the frozen tundra, you swung your sword fast and true, the edge of your blade landing and cutting through the tough skin of its neck. You continued to push through until the draugr’s head was completely severed from its body. It hit the icy ground with a thud, dark liquid oozing from the opening.

The body dropped and then started to materialize, until all that was left was the stained ground. You rested upon your sword, attempting to catch your breath. You were in for it surely if all of the creatures you would meet are as tough as this one.

Once rested enough, you sheathed your sword and began to walk. Every few feet you encountered more draugr, the battle against them long and drawn out. Your sword was stained, the dark liquid coating the blade.

You were beginning to feel wary, your body getting tired after many fights, so you decided to stop and rest for a while. The only problem was finding a space safe enough to rest.

Looking around, you spotted an area that seemed as good as any. You thankfully did not run into any more enemies. Your rest area wasn’t much, your bed consisting of your cloak, as there were no trees in sight to rest against. There was nothing to make a fire with, so you pulled your legs to your chest and buried your head, trying to keep warm.

You were in and out of sleep, trying to stay alert but rest as well. There was no way to tell if it was night or day, the sun always present in the sky.

You were drifting off to sleep again when you felt the earth tremble beneath you, causing you to jerk awake. You hurriedly stood up and grabbed your sword, eyes trained to the ground for what you assumed was more draugr.

However, you noticed that each rumble was rhythmic, almost as if someone was walking your way. Your eyes scanned the vast tundra, eyeing the sea until you saw a large figure slowly emerge from the fog.

A large man was coming your way, a giant by the looks of it. He was about ten feet tall, standing so tall it looked as if the top of his head touched the sky. His skin was pale, with a bluish glow, his body muscular. His hair was disheveled, the black mop adorning the top of his head. He had a simple cloth tied low on his hips.

You were terrified, not sure how you could defeat such a being. You were coming up with a battle plan when the giant approached, his black eyes staring down at you. You were frozen on the spot, your sword raised in front of you.

The giant made a sound, a laugh by the sound of it as he plucked your sword from your hands and tossed it to the side. Your eyes followed the trajectory of the sword, watching as it clattered against the icy ground a ways from you. You slowly turned your head to look at the giant before you once more.

Your eyes traveled from his muscular legs, up, up, up, until you noticed something large behind the cloth on his hips. You were shocked, but a little part of you were turned on, knowing exactly what was beneath as the shape gave it away.

You weren’t innocent, not by far, living in Asgard made you that way, and your body was more than ready to accommodate what he had to offer. At the thought, you clenched your thighs together as you felt them dampen, your slick trickling out, as you weren’t wearing any panties.

The giant smirked at you, as if he could read your mind. With a swipe of his hand, he dropped the cloth, baring all that was underneath. His cock was long and girthy, various ridges along the shaft with a prominent vein on the underside, leading up to a mushroom head that was red and angry, copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from tip. It sat proudly against his abdomen, the beautiful shade of red a sharp contrast to his pale skin.

You gulped as he took two steps toward you, the ground shaking as a result. He kneeled on the cold ground, so he could be on your level and closer to you. You watched as he spun you around and bent you over, pushing your face down to rest on the cloak below.

You whimpered as you felt the giant lift up skirt, the heavy furs adding more weight to your back. You could feel your arousal leak out even more as your face was pushed further into the ground, therefore causing you to present yourself to the giant behind you.

You waited in anticipation, your breath coming out in puffs, as you felt the tip of his cock brush against you, parting your lips to slide between the puffy flesh. You thought you would feel scared, never having been penetrated by such a large cock, however you were ready, needing to feel stretched and filled to the brim.

Without warning, you felt his cock breach your entrance, a loud moan escaping you as your walls were stretched. You felt slight pain but more pleasure than anything as he continued to push inch by inch in, until he was flush against your ass.

With a loud grunt, the giant gripped your hips and began to piston his cock into you, the sound of flesh slapping flesh reverberating throughout the vast land. You felt like you were being speared open as you took his cock, whines and moans steadily falling from your lips. The ridges and veins lining his cock rubbed against your walls perfectly, sending waves of pleasure radiating into your core.

You were dripping, your arousal coating your folds, your thighs, his cock and your sure your cloak as well. He gripped your hips harder, his large fingers digging into your skin to where you’re sure bruises will form. He angled his body a little to where he could reach deeper, his cock hitting that spongy spot within you as the tip bullied your cervix with each thrust.

You mewled out as you felt a tightening within you, like a band that was about to snap, growing larger and more intense by the second. The giant behind you began to grunt with each thrust, the sound reaching a crescendo until he roared, holding his hips flush to yours as copious amounts of his warm cum filled your walls.

With his release you let go, squirting your release, the force of your high attempting to force his cock out. The giant continued to hold you flush against him as you could still feel his release, pumping more into your little hole.

Finally, you felt him release you as he withdrew his cock, the sudden emptiness causing you to let out a whine. Both his and your release was gushing from your entrance, creating a puddle on your ruined cloak.

Slowly you pushed yourself up off the ground, turning to see the giant once more. However, by the time you were able to face him, he was already clothed and walking away, each step causing the earth to tremble below you.

You watched in shock, as the giant who just came upon you disappeared into the fog, the only thing alerting you he was still relatively close by being the sound of his footsteps.

You were still dripping, the last of the giant’s cum seeping out of your pussy. You carefully got up, trying to avoid the puddle on your cloak. You were sad it was ruined, the article of clothing being a gift from your grandmother.

Sighing you got up and bundled the cloth. Unsure what to do with it, you decided to leave it in a small divot that was created in the ice.

You picked up your weapons and donned them once more before taking off in the direction of the castle. You encountered a few more draugr, the battle being easier now that you knew how to fight them. You slowly left the Jorman sea behind, the vast body of water getting smaller with each step.

It wasn’t long before you came across your next obstacle, the frozen forest. The trees were all frozen solid, the icy blue shining with the rays of sun that would peak out every now and then.

You nodded and began your journey into the forest, making your way in between trees. The air felt colder, the cold finding its way past your furs and to your bones. The wind whipped around you, making it difficult to walk, and to add insult to injury snow began to fall.

The further you walked, the harder it fell, the stronger the wind became until you couldn’t see anything in front of you. You shielded your eyes as best as possible, and marched on, putting one foot in front of the other.

Your journey was slow, as you made your way through the forest. There was no one in your path, the way clear, that is until you ran into something hard, causing you to jump back, drawing your sword in the process.

You squinted into the snow storm to see what you ran into. What you saw caused you to gasp. You looked all around you, your eyes wide. There were people, hundreds of them, frozen in time, encased in an ice prison. The person in front of you stared straight ahead, almost as though it was trying to look through you. This one seemed to be a woman, clothed in a fur top and skirt. Their eyes were piercing yet gentle, the hair framing their face wiry and wild.

Timidly, you reached out a hand, your fingertips coming in contact with the icy prison. Slowly, you traced the outline of the woman, your eyes trailing her body in awe. How did these people get trapped here? How long have they been trapped?

Your heart sank at the their fate, especially as you noticed there were children frozen as well. You really needed to keep moving, the cold setting in during your inactivity. Carefully, you stepped around the frozen statue and continued on your journey, this time more aware as to what was in front of you.

The forest was large, the expanse of bodies never-ending, causing you to slow down as you weaved your way through them. The only other creatures you encountered were snow rabbits, the little furry creatures hopping away in a hurry at the sound of your disturbance.

You were able to shoot one down with your bow and arrow, effectively skinning the creature and roasting it over a makeshift fire to fill your empty stomach. After eating your fill, you doused the fire and continued on your way. You had hopes that you were almost through the forest when you heard a loud crack, the sound echoing throughout the forest.

You stopped in your tracks, scanning the landscape in front of you, searching for anyone or anything. It was quiet as the wind had stopped howling, the snow all but gone. You had a bad feeling deep down at the sudden change in atmosphere.

Quietly and swiftly, you reached for your bow, notching an arrow and aiming it at the ready. Your eyes slowly raked over your surroundings, your breath slow and steady. Another crack rang out, this time right in front of you.

There was a frozen statue in front of you, however, this time there was a long crack present from the head all the way down to the right foot. You stared in horror as the person moved within, a twitch here, a twitch there, the sound of ice cracking ever louder.

With your next breath, the ice shattered into a million pieces, scattering everywhere, the person beneath focusing their eyes on you. They seemed to have changed after breaking out of their icy prison, with electric blue eyes that stared wide open, never blinking, their skin outfitted with a blue glow. You gripped your bow tighter as the ice figure let out a piercing scream, the sound ricochetting off the other statues, causing them to crack.

Within moments, you were surrounded by a horde of townspeople, their eyes full of vengeance and set solely on you. You began to fire away, arrow after arrow skillfully flying through the air, the sharp edges piercing the bodies running towards you.

You were constantly on the move, switching directions at a moments notice as they came from all sides, their arms reaching out in the effort to try and grab you. You were trying to regulate your breathing as you made your way through the horde, so as not to run out of breath. Things were going according to plan until you tripped over a branch on the ground, your knees hitting the solid ground with a loud crunch.

You yelped in pain, rolling onto your bottom, trying to ignore the pain that shot down your legs. There was a tingling sensation that slowly built up, making you feel like you were being stabbed with a million tiny, sharp needles. Through the pain, you tried to focus on killing more creatures, as they took advantage of your moment of weakness.

You fired an arrow at a man running towards you, a sneer on his face, the arrow hitting home right in his chest. He collapsed on the spot, causing a few other creatures to trip over him, their bodies falling to the ground like dominos.

That didn’t stop them however from pursuing you as they began to crawl towards you, quicker than you would have expected. You reached into your quiver for another arrow, but stopped as your hand reached into an empty space. You let out a tsk as you realized you were out of arrows.

Quickly, you tossed your bow aside and grabbed your knife, stabbing the creature that had taken ahold of your foot, cold seeping onto your skin from their grip. They let out a piercing shriek as you twisted the blade for good measure, as they collapsed on their side.

You were able to take care of a few more before you scrambled to your feet, your legs from the knee down radiating in pain. You took a deep breath and willed yourself to ignore the pain and withdrew your sword, ready to take on the next group running full speed towards you.

You concentrated on the battle in front of you, the only sounds heard in the dense forest were your grunts and the clash of steel on a frozen body. Sparks flew haphazardly as your sword made contact with creature after creature, the orange glow lighting up the dim area.

You were grazed a few times, the creatures nails digging into your arms and legs as they tried to get to you, their crazed eyes never wavering from your dancing form. The end was near, as you saw only a handful of creatures left.

You decided to try and decapitate a group at once, squatting and spinning at the right moment, to swing your blade outwards, the steel meeting flesh, severing the legs from the bodies. They collapsed to the ground, as blood stained the white earth. You recovered from your attack, your arm out and posed to hold you up while you took in the last of the creatures.

Standing up, you walked towards your first victim and raised your blade above your head, bringing the sword down with force, piercing the creature straight through the heart. You repeated the motion again and again, effectively getting rid of the last of the threat.

After piercing the last creature, you pulled your blade up and out and collapsed on your hands and knees. You were breathing heavy, your warm breath meeting the cold air causing smoke to drift from your mouth. Your ears were ringing, vision blurry, and your body was aching from the gruesome battle you had just engaged in.

If you weren’t of half god lineage, you would have perished at the beginning of the fight, this you were sure of. You took a moment more to recover before pushing yourself up and off the ground. You looked around to survey the damage, your eyes noticing the mass amount of bodies littering the ground.

What once was a forest full of people, encapsulated in ice, was now bare, not a statue in sight. You let out a huff before you started to hunt for your bow. Walking over towards a pile of corpses, you found it lying on the ground still intact. Picking it up, you gave it a once over before storing it once more.

You were about to turn away when you noticed something glimmer beneath the bodies, causing you to stop in your tracks. You pushed a few corpses away to uncover the source of the light. Lying in the pouch on a corpse were three round orbs, swirls of color dancing around within.

These were magic orbs, highly sought after items, at least in Asgard, and here were three right at your fingertips. From the looks of it, these seemed to be of fire magic, which seemed perfect for the realm you were in. Gently, you extracted them from the pouch and began to pocket them, hoping they may come in handy at some point in your journey.

Satisfied that they were safely stored, you began to walk, wanting to get out of this forest as soon as possible. You walked past body after body, trying not walk on the remains of your battle.

You were almost out of the woods when you heard another crack, the sound loud and echoing off the little trees that were present. Your eyes quickly scanned your surroundings, trying to find the source of the noise. As you were searching, you noticed what seemed like a large boulder off to the side.

Cautiously, you walked toward it, drawing your sword on the way. You were about one hundred feet away when you saw that it was not a boulder at all, but an ice elemental, curled up to look as if it was sleeping.

You cursed under your breath and began to place one foot behind you, again and again as you tried to back away from the monster. If you could avoid it, you’d love to not have to fight one of these monstrosities.

You were making good progress until your foot came down on a twig, the little stick snapping under the pressure of your foot. The sound radiated loud and clear, causing you to pause in your tracks, your eyes trained on the elemental.

You thought you were in the clear, the monster not hearing your mishap, however, you felt the ground shake again, this time, much stronger. Looking up, you watched the elemental unfurled from his sleeping position and stand. You craned your neck as it stood tall, towering way over you, its eyes red and piercing, a scowl on its face.

You watched in terror as it let out a roar, clutching its icy hands into a ball before it charged at you, shards of ice chipping off of its feet as it hurtled towards you.

You quickly dodged out of its way, completing a 180 before facing it again. With a roar you ran towards it, striking it with your sword, sparks flying as metal met ice. The elemental roared, throwing its head back with rage. You swung your sword multiple times, trying to incur as much damage as you could on the fiend.

As you recovered, you screeched as its hand reached out for you, scratching you in the process, digging a deep gash into your arm. You winched in pain, watching as blood seeped from the wound, painting the ground below you red.

You had no time to stop the bleeding and kept fighting, dodging and diving, swinging and thrusting your sword. Little by little you chipped at the elemental, wondering if you were doing any good. You were starting to get tired, your muscles aching with each swing, your breath coming out in rapid pants.

You were about to run for it when you remembered the magic orbs, tucked away in your pouch. You quickly grabbed one and hurled it at the monster, straight for its heart. The orb clashed with the ice, exploding into fiery flames, causing a chunk of the ice elemental’s chest to melt.

You did a silent cheer, watching the smoke rise to the sky as the monster stood paralyzed for a moment. You took that opportunity to chip away at its legs, swinging your sword with all your might. The elemental definitely took some damage as it staggered around, its large feet creating large craters in the ground as it stomped around.

You didn’t let it recover, reaching for another magic orb, tossing it this time at its head, the orb hitting it square in the face. It wasn’t able to cry out, as its mouth was blown off, ice shards melting with each second. You looked over the monster, searching for its core. You saw something shimmer within the hole the first magic orb created. You kept an eye on the light as you charged, and at the last second pushed off your legs allowing you to leap into the air.

You posed your sword to strike, driving the metal straight into the green, shimmering crystal that represented its core, its life line. Once your sword pierced through, the crystal shattered into a tiny pieces, the quickly light fading out.

You landed gracefully on your feet, your fingertips touching the ground to stabilize yourself. You lifted your head up to watch the ice elemental stagger drunkenly before collapsing on its side, falling and cracking the ground below.

You remained in your stance, your chest heaving, as you struggled to breathe . Your arm was steadily bleeding, the crimson red dripping down your arm, mixing with the dark maroon of blood since dried. You took a few moments more before standing up, using your sword as a crutch.

As you looked ahead, a castle popped into view, that was most definitely not there before your battle with the elemental. You smiled and started to head towards it, your gait a limp after fighting all day. You kept your head up, dragging your sword along the ice as you got closer and closer to the castle.

You looked up at the gray, stone building, the exteriors cold and uninviting. You hoped the king would welcome you, as you were tired and in need of care. Stepping up to the door, you looked up, noticing how tall it was. Definitely big enough for a giant.

Raising your hand, you knocked on the door, and waited with bated breath. You heard footsteps on the other side, their echo getting louder and louder with each step until they stopped right in front of you.

The large door opened, the inside of the castle being revealed bit by bit. Standing in front of you was a man, one that seemed to be your size, definitely not a giant like the one that was supposed to be living here. The man stared at you, disgust on his face as he took in your appearance.

You’re sure you looked a mess, as your hair was disheveled, your clothes ripped, bruises littered all over your skin, the wound on your arm bleeding through the makeshift bandage you placed on it. But all of that didn’t matter, you had made it this far and he was going to let you in if you had any say.

“Hi, my name is y/n. I was sent here by my father Odin to talk to Chan.”

At the mention of your purpose there, the man’s face changed from one of disgust to recognition. “Of course, of course, y/n. We’ve been expecting you, please come in.”

The man shuffled out of the way, gesturing for you to come in. You nodded and stepped over the threshold, your eyes wandering the room. It was dark and gloomy, the walls made out of gray stone, torches were lit to show the way. The furniture that was present was huge, befit for a giant.

“Right this way,” the man said, ushering you further into the building.

You followed him, down the hall and up some stairs, until you reached a large door.

“Wait here please,” he said as he cracked the door open and slipped inside.

You stood there waiting, your ears trained to hear whatever was being said within the four walls. You could hear mumbled voices, but couldn’t quite make out the words that was being said. You were about to lean your ear against the door, that is until the door creaked open, the man stepping out and into the hall again.

“Chan wants you to rest and refresh yourself after your difficult journey, he’ll meet with you afterwards.”

You were thankful for this, as you didn’t want to meet with a king feeling and looking as dirty as you were. The man led you further down the hall, stopping in front of another large door.

“This will be your quarters,” he said pushing the door open for you. “A bath has been prepared. The maids will help you in the meantime.”

You thanked the man as he gave you a little bow and stepped into the room. There was a faint aroma permeating the room, the scent of lavender tickling your nose. You gravitated towards the scent, your body finally catching up to the fatigue you felt.

You came to the bathroom, a large tub filled to the brim with bubbles, and multiple women who you assumed were the maids waiting for you.

They curtsied for you and then rushed to your side, ushering you to the center of the room. They started to mutter in a language you didn’t understand, as they reached for your ruined clothes. You blushed as they stripped you completely down. Once undressed, they motion for you to get into the tub.

You carefully stepped one leg in, the warm water caressing your thigh before stepping in with the other. You slowly sat down, savoring the feel of the water against your skin. Once settled, the women began to scrub you down, taking care to be mindful of your scrapes and bruises. They left no part of your body untouched, their hands reaching everywhere in order to clean you.

You had no choice but to sit back at the mercy of their hands as you listened to them chatter. They occasionally smiled at you, cooing at your beauty before getting back to work. They seemed very happy, smiles constantly on their faces.

Once they were done washing you, they helped you out of the tub and dried you down with a towel, their hands gently massaging the fabric over your skin. They applied a sweet oil to your body, the floral scent pleasant to the senses as it was not too much but perfect against the heat of your skin. They brought out a white dress and slipped it over your head, tying the string in the back.

It was a beautiful dress, making you seem like you were glowing. It was cinched underneath your breasts, causing them to overflow perfectly at the top. They brushed your hair, leaving the wavy strands to flow down your back. After they were done, they ushered you to the large mirror in your bedroom and had you take a look.

You almost didn’t recognize yourself, used to the furs that were customary for a girl like you back in your realm. You smiled at your appearance as you felt very beautiful. Turning around, you thanked the maids who smiled back in return.

One of the maids walked over to you, a cup in her hand. She handed it to you and said, “for you m’lady. Our new queen. A tonic for tonight.”

Wait, new queen? Your smile faltered as you looked at the lady, confusion on your face.

“Yes, yes, new queen, you are Chan’s wife.”

You were in disbelief. Your father sold you out, sold you to the king of the giants without consulting you. The thought hurt your heart, that he couldn’t tell you at least, but your father is Odin after all. He doesn’t discuss his decisions with anyone. Accepting your fate, you took the cup from the lady, and brought it to your lips, drinking the warm liquid.

It went down easy, the flavor odd but not unpleasant. Once the cup was drained, you handed it back to the maid who curtsied and hurried off, the others right behind her.

You stared after them until the door shut behind the last of them. What were you to do now?

You decided to walk to the window and look out at the vast expanse of icy wasteland. This was your home now you supposed. You wondered what Chan looked like, the other giant you…encountered crossing your mind. Your pussy clenched in remembrance, how he dominated you, held you down and had his way with you. How primitive it felt.

You felt yourself getting hot, your heart rate increasing at the thought. You shifted your thighs against each other, seeking friction as your pussy fluttered, your slick trickling out and onto your thighs.

You felt weird, but in a good way, the only thing on your mind to be filled, bred until you couldn’t walk anymore. You continued to shift your thighs together, your breaths coming out as pants. You were about to reach your fingers under your dress when the door slammed open, and a giant walked in.

You turned to look at the intruder, your cheeks flushed in your heat, your breasts raising and falling as you took each breath. Your eyes widened in recognition, the giant before you being the one who you encountered by the sea. So this was Chan, the king of the giants, and now your husband.

He stared down at you, a smile on his face. He stalked toward you, and stopped in front of the mirror, beckoning you forward. You all but ran to him, craning your head up to look at him. He was beautiful, even for a giant. You were able to get a good look at his face now, noticing that he had a chiseled face, and large, pouty lips. His eyes were big and round, as they took you in.

He turned you around, having you face the mirror. His hands graced your thighs, slowly dragging up your sides, your belly until he reached your breast, his large hands cupping the flesh. Your breath hitched as you watched, feeling him massage your breasts, his large fingers pinching your nipples causing you to loudly moan.

“So beautiful,” Chan said, his voice low but clear.

He slowly pushed the straps of your dress down, the material sliding down your body before pooling at your feet. You gasped as you took in your reflection. The inside of your thighs were glistening, coated in a sheen of your arousal that was steadily dripping from your pussy.

Chan smirked, as he brought a hand to your folds and shoved a finger between them. He dragged his finger through your slick before pressing the digit against your clit, your knees all but giving out at his touch.

You gripped his thick arms in support as he teased the bud, his finger flicking left, right, circling up and down. You were a mess, your moans echoing in the dimly lit room. You felt more sensitive than usual, your mind hazy as you came without warning on Chan’s fingers, soaking the digits with your release.

You couldn’t believe you came so fast, heat rising to your cheeks in arousal and embarrassment. You looked up at Chan through the mirror, watching as he dropped the cloth around his hips.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, remembering how big he was. Your mouth drooled at the sight of the copious amount of precum leaking from his tip, the liquid dripping down his long shaft and into the pubic hair lining the base of his cock.

You needed to be filled by him and you needed it now.

Chan could read your thoughts, seeing the effect the aphrodisiac had on you. You were insatiable, needy, your body language giving it away, as you pleaded with your eyes to take you.

He would take care of you not to worry and breed you full with his cum. Chan reached down and picked you up by your thighs, spreading your legs effectively so your dripping pussy was on display.

You yelped at the action, the floor getting further away as he lifted you higher and shifted his grip on you.

“My sweet, my precious,” Chan said before bringing you down on his cock, the tip spreading you open as he lowered you inch by inch down his length.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, as Chan speared you open on his cock, your eyes wide, watching in the mirror as your pussy sucked him in. Your entrance stretched so perfectly around him, holding him snug in place, almost as if it were welcoming him home.

You both groaned as he began to slide you up and down his cock, treating you like his own personal fleshlight. Your pussy squelched with each thrust, as your slick poured out of your entrance, the sinful noise echoing within the chamber.

Your threw your head back, resting on his chest as he continued to fuck you, your hands trying to find purchase on anything as he massaged your walls. His eyes were glued on you through the mirror, watching as your tits bounced, as his cock slid deeper and deeper each time he thrusted into you.

You were going to cum, the feeling creeping up on you quickly once again. You clenched down on his cock, letting out a moan as you let go, your walls spasming around him. Chan didn’t stop however, but continued to thrust up into you, his loud grunts vibrating against your head. You whimpered, feeling a overstimulated as Chan continued to spear you open, his grip tight on your thighs.

You were about to cry out when Chan let out a roar, loud enough that the whole castle would hear, and held you flush against his cock, his cum flooding your insides. You brought your eyes to the mirror, willing yourself to look at where you two were connected, watching as the thick substance ran down his cock and dripped down onto the floor.

“We’re not done yet,” Chan growled, walking you over to the large bed and throwing you down. With the withdrawal of his cock, both your fluids pooled onto the sheets, creating a large stain between your legs.

Chan shuffled closer to you and stopped at the edge of the bed, his hand pumping his cock while he stared down at you. You held eye contact with him, seeing him in all his glory, as his eyes pierced down at your small body. Your clit was throbbing and you still felt hot with need. You trailed your fingers down your belly, reaching down to play with your pussy, seeking to relieve the ache.

Chan watched as you pleasured yourself, his cock filling out again.

“Come here little one,” Chan cooed, beckoning you closer.

He grasped his cock and brought it to your mouth, the tip larger than your lips combined. He looked at you expectantly, his eyebrow raised as you looked at him with doe eyes.

“Suck,” he said, tapping his cock on your lips a few times.

You timidly opened your mouth as he placed the tip on your tongue, his precum coating the muscle. You were barely able to wrap your lips over the appendage, your mouth stretching to accommodate his length.

Chan smiled as he grabbed either side of your head, holding you against him before he began to thrust his hips, fucking his cock within your warm, wet mouth. You looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes as his tip kissed the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him.

Spit was dripping down the side of your mouth as you tried to keep up in time with his thrusts. Your breathing was shallow as his cock filled your mouth, the head of his cock blocking your airway, causing you to breathe through your nose. The lack of oxygen just made you throb even more, causing you walls to clamp around nothing. You moaned around his length, the vibrations causing Chan to growl, as he gripped your hair harder.

Obscene noises echoed off the walls as he fucked your mouth, tears steadily flowing from your eyes now at the onslaught. Your arousal was steadily dripping from your pussy, a string of the fluid leaking from your entrance, threatening to fall to the sheets below.

Your pussy pulsed, your clit ached, needing to be touched. You snaked your hand down to your pussy, intending to give some relief to your aching bud, but stopped immediately when Chan growled, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Naughty girl, no touching. Just take my cock,” he grunted. His thrust became more erratic, signaling he was close.

You silently rejoiced as your mouth started to ache from his cock repeatedly ramming into the back of your throat. Despite this, you were more turned on than ever at the feeling of being used by Chan.

Chan thrusted into your mouth hard once more before stilling, holding you against him, as his cum flooded your mouth, drops falling from the corners, dripping down your face, neck, and settling on your breasts. Once Chan came down from his high, he withdrew his cock and looked down at you, his hand reaching out to hold your chin.

“Look at you, completely ruined. So beautiful my love.” He gently stroked your chin, wiping some cum that was at the corner of your mouth. “Let me return the favor yeah?”

You looked up at Chan with lust filled eyes, dried tears on your cheeks, your face stained with his cum. Your body trembled at the promise, your pussy clenching in anticipation to be filled. You quickly shook your head, begging for him to take you and mark you however he wanted.

He smirked as he pushed you onto your back, your body bouncing slightly on the soft sheets. Chan lifted your legs, spreading and tucking them to your chest. Without a moment’s hesitation, he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue licking between your folds.

You squealed at the sudden attack, your hands gripping the sheets as he moaned and licked up your slick. He sucked your labia between his lips before pushing his tongue into your hole, savoring your taste as it poured onto the muscle.

Chan held you still as he tongue fucked your pussy, your walls clamping down around him as he brought you closer to your high, his nose brushing up against your clit, causing pleasure with each nudge.

Your breaths were shallow, as you panted at the pleasure, a tingling feeling spreading throughout your pelvis and belly. You bit your lip, drawing blood as you thrusted your hips against his face, riding his tongue.

“So good,” you whined, gripping the sheets tighter as you continued to rock your hips.

With a grunt, Chan licked a long stripe to your clit before sucking the nub within his warm mouth, the feeling causing you to gasp and let out a shaky moan. He sucked hard and fast, the coil in your belly tightening, begging to be released.

He smacked his lips as he pressed a kiss to your clit before sucking it within his mouth again. His tongue darted out to flick your bundle of nerves, the pleasure quickly becoming too much. You let out a loud whimper, as you squirted your release on Chan’s face, his tongue darting out to lick up every last drop.

He licked you clean, his grip not loosening until he was satisfied. He lifted his head and smiled, your release dripping from his chin.

“I love your sweet nectar love, you taste so damn good.”

You moaned at his words, your fingers going to your nipples, your back arching as you squeezed the buds. Chan smiled as he shuffled higher up on the bed.

He stroked your thighs before spreading them wide so he could settle between them. You stared up at him, his cock standing proud against his abdomen, the tip angry and red. The demeanor in Chan’s eyes changed as he stared down at you, watching as you played with your breasts.

It seemed as if he was ready to devour you, as if he was ready to breed you. He gripped your thighs again, this time bringing them to rest on his shoulders. With a breath, he sheathed himself inside you, both of you moaning at the feel of each other.

You could never get used to the stretch, the sensation mixed with pain and pleasure. You stared at Chan, your mouth open as he continued to push into you, before withdrawing his cock and snapping his hips into yours again.

He began to pound into you, his cock bullying you deep within. You moaned as you creamed around his cock, the white ring forming around his length as he fucked you. Your body felt like it was in overdrive, as your toes curls and your thighs spasmed around Chan. Your pussy throbbed as Chan spared you no mercy. Your clit dragged against the coarse hair lining his pubic area, sending the all too familiar warm feeling throughout your body.

Chan leaned further over you, allowing him to reach deeper within you, the ridges on his cock brushing against your upper walls just right. He whispered sweet nothings to you, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your release hit you hard, your pussy spasming, trying to push him out with each rhythmic contraction.

“Na uh, love. Keep me in there. Gotta breed you love. Fill you up so good, you’ll have no choice but to carry my children.”

You mewled at the dirty talk, your mind empty as he continued to abuse your little hole. You felt that feeling build up within your core again, shock coursing through you at the fact you were about to cum again so soon.

“Fuck love, like you were made for me. You. Are. Mine.” He growled, accentuating each word with a thrust, before stilling, his cum painting your walls one last time.

Chan stayed buried within you, emptying every last drop of his cum, his eyes trained on your pussy, watching as the liquid seeped around his cock, down your ass, and pooled on the sheets.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, as he withdrew his cock from your hole, a flood of your release mixed with his gushing out.

“Shit love, we can’t have that can we? Gotta keep it in for me,” he cooed, taking a finger and gathering up he thick, white fluid, and stuffing it back in within your pussy.

You softly moaned at the intrusion, your energy spent. You finally started to feel normal again, the heat leaving your body, your heart rate slowing down. You felt like you could breathe once more as you took a deep breath, filling your lungs with air.

Chan smiled and got off the bed, the door to the room opening as the maids timidly shuffled into the room. They carefully helped you up and into the bath, while others stripped the bed of the soiled sheets, placing fresh ones on.

You were in a daze, as you slowly came down from the clouds, the fuzzy feeling slowly dissipating as you were bathed once more within the lavender bath. The maids helped you into another gown and helped you back into bed, Chan already waiting for you.

You snuggled into his large frame, your eyes drooping in exhaustion. Chan cradled you to him, his arms rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You decided in that moment, in your post coital brain, that you were happy to have taken this journey to another realm, to where you met Chan. Now you were queen, nobody being able to come after you, not even your father, Odin himself.

You quickly succumbed to sleep, your dreams filled with the future you and Chan would build together, feeling at peace at last.

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Felt like sharing some speculation today:

All right, so we know My Hero Academia has the something of the same premise as X-Men in the sense that select a group of humans were suddenly born with powers, the whole 'evolution leaps forward’ deal.

We see in My Hero how the First Generation of people with Quirks, especially the ones who appeared non-human or semi non-human, were originally ostracized like the mutants of X-Men are, but then more people were born with powers and then more people had powers until it became a widespread phenomenon and ‘normal’ people became the minority and society had to restructure itself to accommodate the new normal.

But have you read The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black?

The plot is a 19th century doctor who theorizes that mythical creatures like the minotaur, harpies, sirens, and the like all existed millions of years ago but slowly interbred with humanity and eventually died out altogether.  So he believed that when someone was born with extra fingers, limbs, a tail or otherwise didn’t have the typical human shape, it wasn’t so much a mistake in genetic coding as it was the extremely recessive genetics of those ancient creatures trying to reoccur in the modern day.

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Definitely an interesting premise, so now I’m wondering if the My Hero world has a cult, conspiracy theorists, or even some scientists/historians that have similar views regarding mythology.

If this whole Quirk thing happened back in the Stone Age where no one had the benefit of science or awareness of DNA, anyone born with an otherworldly power would have been worshipped as a deity. Or the ones born with a non-human appearance would have been reviled as monsters.

So following the idea of The Resurrectionist, maybe the sudden appearance of superpowers did lead people to take a closer look at the old myths and consider the stories of the gods/goddesses of old were originally stories of people with 'Quirks' who rose to power.  Humans with meta-powers ruled the world for a few centuries, then those powers inexplicably died off. For a variety of reasons or maybe unknown reasons, humanity lost that history but remembered the old stories and chalked them up to just myth until the powers that made it possible began to reappear full force several millennia later.

Some myths began as historical events but in being handed down hundreds of generations, the multiple tellings and retellings exaggerated them into the realm of impossibility.

Lightning/electricity powers:  Zeus, Thor, Hinon

Fire powers:  Hephaistos, Surtr, Hestia, the phoenix

Foresight:  Any seer, prophet, or oracle that appears in any myth ever

Ice powers:  Yuki-onna, Skadi, Morana

Water powers:  Poseidon, Chalchiuhtlicue, Anuket, Tlaloc

Plant-related Quirks:  Demeter

Gigantification Quirks: Giants, titans, nephilim

Ryukyu:  Is a dragon.  ‘nuff said.

All Might:  Herakles

Tokoyami having a bird head but otherwise appearing human is pretty reminiscent of the old Egyptian gods.

Hawks:  Any winged creature; take your pick.  Personally, the one that comes to mind for me is Hermes.  He only had wings on his sandals, sure, but the trickster archetype resonates.

Tsuyu: Naiads, nymphs, rusalki, any kind of water fae

Momo: Sedna (created sea life from her finger bones), Ukemochi no Kami (produces food from her own body)

Best Jeanist: This one's a bit of a reach, but the fabric thread thing coupled with the long, spider-like limbs kinda brings to mind the story of Arachne the weaver.

We do get a nod to Ancient Greek mythology with the prison Tartarus.  What better place to lock away beings with god-like powers than the prison of the Titans itself?

Obviously an incomplete list, but you see my point.

Personally, I'm leaning toward cultist ideology with this one as I find it hard to believe every civilization would have forgotten about a previous appearance of Quirks. But civilizations die off, civilizations are overrun by others and their histories are suppressed, maybe this hypothetical 'previous Quirk phenomenon' wasn't as widespread as the current one and so fewer people were affected and therefore fewer people were alive to verify the truth of facts, maybe this hypothetical time was from an age of oral history and nothing was documented properly, so not impossible just really, really improbable.

Still, I love mythology and I find it an interesting headcanon to think about.

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Tips To Consider When Writing A Fantasy Religious Story

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A fantasy religious story is a fantasy story where, even if a God-like character does not exist, true biblical values are made obvious in the book's theme because of the author's worldview. I personally don’t write fantasy religious stories, however, since this was requested I decided to come up with some tips for this genre.

Establishing a Rich Mythology

At the heart of every captivating fantasy religious story lies a well-crafted mythology that breathes life into the beliefs, deities, and rituals of your fictional world. Just as our world's religions have intricate backstories, your fantasy realm's mythology provides the framework for understanding the spiritual landscape. Here's how to create a mythology that resonates:

Deities and Powers

Develop a pantheon of gods and goddesses, each with distinct personalities, domains, and motivations. Consider drawing inspiration from real-world mythologies or inventing entirely new divine beings. For instance, in Neil Gaiman's "American Gods," gods from various cultures manifest in modern-day America, reflecting changing beliefs.

Rituals and Traditions

Infuse your world with rituals, ceremonies, and festivals that reflect the beliefs of your fictional religion. Whether it's a solemn pilgrimage to a sacred site or a joyful celebration of a deity's favour, these rituals offer opportunities to reveal cultural norms and values. Take the example of "The Name of the Wind" by Patrick Rothfuss, where the University's Archives hold religious significance, connecting knowledge and faith.

Holy Texts and Prophecies

Craft ancient texts, prophecies, or scriptures that guide your characters' beliefs and actions. These texts can hold hidden truths, enigmatic predictions, or moral codes that shape the course of the story. In Philip Pullman's "His Dark Materials" trilogy, a mysterious device called the Alethiometer becomes a tool of divination, echoing themes of destiny and belief.

Cultural Impact

Consider how your fictional religion influences art, architecture, fashion, and daily life in your world. Are there specific symbols associated with the faith? Does the religion inspire grand cathedrals, tranquil monasteries, or vibrant marketplaces? J.K. Rowling's "Harry Potter" series exemplifies this through the majestic Hogwarts Castle and its hidden rooms dedicated to various founders' beliefs.

A well-developed mythology adds depth and authenticity to your fantasy religious story, enriching readers' immersion and emotional engagement. As your characters interact with these elements, their beliefs will take centre stage, shaping their decisions and driving the narrative forward. 

Worldbuilding and Cultural Depth

Creating a compelling fantasy religious story extends beyond the spiritual realm—it involves crafting an immersive world where faith intertwines with culture, society, and daily life. As you build your fantastical universe, keep these worldbuilding aspects in mind to ensure a rich and authentic backdrop for your narrative:

Cultural Diversity:

Just as our world hosts a tapestry of cultures, your fantasy realm should embrace diversity. Explore how different regions or communities within your world interpret and practice the same religion. George R.R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" series masterfully showcases distinct religious beliefs held by various societies, adding layers of complexity to the narrative.

Social Impact:

Consider how religion shapes social hierarchies, class systems, and power dynamics. Does the priesthood hold political sway? Are certain religious groups marginalized or revered? In Ursula K. Le Guin's "The Left Hand of Darkness," the planet Gethen's religious beliefs are deeply tied to its unique genderless society.

Iconography and Architecture: 

Infuse religious symbolism into architecture, art, and everyday objects. Temples, sculptures, and artefacts can embody beliefs and tell stories within your world. The stained glass windows of Notre Dame Cathedral in Victor Hugo's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" visually depict biblical narratives while reflecting the spiritual essence of the setting.

Language and Terminology: 

Develop specialized terminology, prayers, and phrases specific to your fantasy religion. This linguistic distinctiveness adds authenticity and depth to the faith. J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings" features languages like Elvish that enrich the cultures and religions of Middle-earth.

Impact on Conflict and Plot: 

Explore how religious differences can drive conflict or cooperation within your story. Religious tensions can lead to political strife, wars, or alliances. In Frank Herbert's "Dune," the complex interplay between the Fremen's religious beliefs and the political landscape fuels the narrative's intrigue.

Remember, effective worldbuilding integrates religious aspects seamlessly into every facet of your fictional world. By intertwining faith with culture, you'll create a vivid and immersive environment that enriches your readers' experience and deepens their connection to your story.

Weaving Themes of Faith and Doubt

Central to any fantasy religious story are the themes of faith, doubt, and the profound quest for meaning. These themes can elevate your narrative, sparking introspection and emotional resonance. Here's how to skillfully weave these threads throughout your story:

Character Beliefs

Explore how characters' beliefs shape their worldviews, actions, and interactions. Does a protagonist's unwavering faith lead them on a heroic journey, while a sceptical character questions the mystical elements surrounding them? In C.S. Lewis's "The Chronicles of Narnia," characters' diverse beliefs guide their roles in the unfolding saga.

Spiritual Journeys

Craft character arcs that mirror spiritual journeys, complete with challenges and revelations. Allow characters to grapple with doubts, undergo transformative experiences, and emerge with a deeper connection to their faith. The character Eowyn in J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings" confronts her inner struggles and finds a newfound purpose.

Crisis of Faith

Introduce moments of crisis where characters' faith is tested to its limits. These moments can lead to internal turmoil, moral dilemmas, and choices that define their paths. In Philip K. Dick's "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" the protagonist questions the nature of humanity, blending themes of religion with questions of identity.

Divine Intervention

Explore the concept of divine intervention and its impact on characters' lives. This can be a source of guidance, trials, or even scepticism. In "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman, the gods' involvement in human affairs raises questions about their true motivations and the nature of belief.

Existential Quests

Delve into existential themes as characters search for meaning beyond the material world. Incorporate quests that transcend physical boundaries, encouraging characters to uncover truths about existence, mortality, and the afterlife. Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's "Good Omens" humorously navigates themes of fate, destiny, and the cosmic battle between good and evil.

By exploring the intricate balance between faith and doubt, you'll create characters who resonate with readers on a deeply human level. These themes not only enrich your narrative but also invite readers to ponder their own beliefs and uncertainties

Utilizing Symbolism and Allegory

In the realm of fantasy religious storytelling, symbolism and allegory serve as potent tools to convey layers of meaning and depth. These literary devices can bridge the gap between the fantastical and the profound, enriching your narrative in powerful ways:

Symbolic Artifacts

Introduce artefacts or objects that hold symbolic significance within your world. A mystical amulet, an ancient tome, or a sacred tree could embody themes of faith, wisdom, or protection. Consider the One Ring in J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings," representing the corrupting influence of power.

Allegorical Journeys

Craft allegorical quests that mirror spiritual journeys or moral dilemmas. Characters might embark on physical journeys that parallel inner transformations, mirroring the trials and growth inherent in belief systems. In John Bunyan's "The Pilgrim's Progress," the protagonist's journey to the Celestial City mirrors the Christian path.

Metaphorical Creatures

Introduce fantastical creatures that symbolize spiritual concepts. A mythical phoenix representing rebirth or a guardian dragon embodying both danger and enlightenment can add layers of meaning to your narrative. In "The Chronicles of Narnia," Aslan the lion is a symbolic representation of Christ.

Cosmic Forces

Use cosmic events or celestial phenomena as metaphors for divine influence or moral alignments. A comet's appearance could herald significant events, while an eclipse might signify moments of transformation or impending conflict. The Dark Tower series by Stephen King weaves cosmic forces into the fabric of its multiverse narrative.

Subtextual Commentary

Employ allegory to comment on real-world issues or philosophical concepts. By grounding your fantastical narrative in allegorical discussions, you invite readers to reflect on broader themes while engaging with your story. George Orwell's "Animal Farm" is an allegory for political corruption and societal manipulation.

By artfully integrating symbolism and allegory, you add depth and resonance to your narrative. These devices not only enhance the fantastical elements of your story but also invite readers to explore the layers of meaning hidden beneath the surface.

Crafting Moral Dilemmas and Choices

A hallmark of captivating storytelling is the inclusion of moral dilemmas that challenge characters' beliefs, forcing them to confront their convictions and make difficult choices. Within the realm of fantasy religious stories, these dilemmas become even more potent, as characters navigate the intersection of faith, ethics, and personal growth:

Clashes of Belief

Introduce conflicts where characters' divergent beliefs clash, sparking debates and raising questions about the nature of truth and morality. Such clashes can lead to both external conflicts and internal struggles. In "The Golden Compass" by Philip Pullman, characters' differing beliefs influence their actions in a world with soul-representing daemons.

Test of Principles

Develop scenarios where characters must make choices that challenge their faith or require them to compromise their values. These choices can lead to soul-searching moments that reveal the depths of their character. Guy Gavriel Kay's "Tigana" explores characters' moral choices amid political and religious conflicts.

Consequences of Devotion

Examine the consequences of extreme devotion to a religious cause. Characters who blindly follow their faith might be driven to commit ethically questionable acts, raising questions about the balance between devotion and ethics. In "The Sparrow" by Mary Doria Russell, the characters' missionary zeal leads to unforeseen moral dilemmas on an alien planet.

Doubt and Redemption

Narrate character arcs that involve doubt and eventual redemption. Characters who experience crises of faith might embark on journeys of self-discovery and growth, ultimately finding renewed purpose or understanding. In "The Magicians" by Lev Grossman, the protagonist's journey of doubt and rediscovery aligns with themes of magic and faith.

Personal Growth Through Struggle

Showcase characters who emerge stronger from moral challenges, reflecting personal growth as they navigate the complexities of their beliefs. These experiences can lead to a deeper understanding of faith and a more profound connection to the divine. Jacqueline Carey's "Kushiel's Dart" features a protagonist whose unique perspective challenges and evolves her understanding of religion.

By infusing your narrative with moral dilemmas, you encourage readers to grapple with complex questions, fostering empathy and introspection. These dilemmas illuminate the nuances of faith and the intricate choices that define the paths characters undertake.

I hope this blog on Tips To Consider When Writing A Fantasy Religious Story will help you in your writing journey. Be sure to comment any tips of your own to help your fellow authors prosper, and follow my blog for new blog updates every Monday and Thursday.  

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Full list, with code names, Personas, their elemnts, mask designs, and all out attack quotes

Gira - Monarch

Arthur, Almighty King of British Mythology

Ultimate Persona: Ra, Egyptian King of the Gods

Third Tier: Amun Ra, Almighty fusion of Ra and Amun as Kings of Egypt

Element: Fire and Physical

Red Royal Domino Mask

Behold the might of kings!

Yanma - President

Vladamir, President of the Soviet Union

Ultimate Persona: Illnarien, Finish God of Blacksmiths

Third Tier: Ukko, Finnish King of the Gods

Element: Electric and Nuclear

Dark Blue High Tech Mask

And that’s why I’m the best!

Himeno - Majesty

Victoria, Queen of England

Ultimate Persona: Eir, Norse Goddess of Healing

Element: Bless and Healing

Golden Carnival Mask

You were nothing to me

Kaguragi - Lord

Ieyasu, First Ruler of Japan

Ultimate Persona: Daikokuten, Japanese God of Agriculture

Third Tier: Minakanushi, Creator Japanese God.

Element: Psy and Ailments

Black Demon Ninja Mask

I’ll do whatever it takes

Rita - Sovereign

Catherine, Queen of Russia

Ultimate Persona: Morana, Slavic Goddess of Winter

Third Tier: Perun, Slavic God King of Justice

Element: Ice and Debuffs

Purple Butterfly Mask

Guilty

Jeremy - Prophet

David, Prophet King of Jerusalem

Ultimate Persona: Anasi, African Spider God of Knowledge

Third Tier: Baiame, African Creator Deity

Element: Curse and Buffs

White Half Mask

Your story’s over

Racules - Crimson

Leonidas, King of Sparta

Ultimate Persona: Huehuecoyotl, Aztec God of Deception

Third Tier: Huitzilopochtli, the Aztec King God of War

Element: Wind and Almighty

Red and Silver Demonic Mask

This is for our future

Suzume - Sparrow

Uriko-hime, Japanese Fairy Tale Princess

Ultimate Persona: Jingwei, Chinese Bird Goddess

Third Tier Persona: Xiwangmu, Chinese Mother Goddess

Element: Navigator

Brown Kitsune Bird Mask

And that’s how it’s done!

Okay so when I read Crimson my first thought was "damn CPU Kerfuffle?" I simply cannot get rid of the brainrot

But other than that these are really good picks! I appreciate the kings all using royal titles for their codenames. I assume Hymeno originally went for "Queen" then Joker had to tell her it was taken

I'm imagining Kuwagon vibing in Gira's heart and then Arthur suddenly appears and its like "WHOMST THE FUCK???"

[romance-club-daily]

Romance Club MC's as Greek deities:

Catherine Hill as Khione:

Goddess of Snow ❄

Khione (also spelt as Chione) is a Nymph of Snow, Ice and Hail in Greek Mythology. Khione is the daughter of Boreas, God of the West Wind and Orithyia of Athens. She is a goddess associated with winter having the power to control snow, ice and hail. Her main duty is to make sure winter is executed every year according to the plans. She is also part of Persephone's entourage with Thallo, Auxo, Carpo and Orithyia and was depicted with these fellow goddesses.

Catherine was chosen for being titled The Ice Queen in her book, On Thin Ice.

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Another skin colors under the cut:

[why-raven]

quiz: ancient greek deity — yiuno.

Athena — Goddess of Wisdom.

In one word—sharp! You take pride in your skills, wit, and ability to work well with others. (And if you don’t, you should!) Things don't tend to get past you—you’re happy to forgive, but never to forget. You’re responsible and worthy of trust, and those who earn yours are lucky indeed. Remember: not every situation can be evaluated and through through with your head alone. Sometimes, the only way to know what’s right is to follow your heart.

link to quiz.

Yiuno’s patron deity is Halone, the Fury.

In Eorzean mythology, Halone is the mover of glaciers and the goddess of war, who commands the element of ice and is associated with the First Astral Moon. According to legends, Halone has a bitter relationship with Nophica, the Matron, due to her ambitions turning into bloodlust as she traveled across the realm with Oschon, the Wanderer. In the Myths of the Realm quest story, Halone’s depicted form is very much influenced by the fervent prayers exhibited by Ishgardians, resulting in her imposing stature and stoic personality.

In Greek mythology, although Ares is commonly known as the god of war, Athena’s military prowess and strong moral compass are associated with the intellectual and civilized side of war; as for Ares, he represents the brutality and lust for blood in wars (Homer’s Iliad). In many verses, Athena has lent her aid to numerous epic heroes, such as Hercules, Perseus, and later Odysseus. However, she can be fairly cruel to those who have incurred her wrath: in Odyssey, Athena punished Odysseus’s rival, Ajax the Great, by driving him insane and compelling him to massacre the Achaeans’ cattle while he thought that he was killing the Achaeans themselves. Even after Odysseus had expressed pity for Ajax, Athena had no remorse for what she did, eventually pushing Ajax to commit suicide out of humiliation.

Halone shares many similarities with Athena: of their appearance, they are both often represented with a spear and shield. (Interestingly, in the Euphrosyne alliance raid, the raid-wide damage during the interlude in Halone’s battle is called “Aegis of Halone” in Japanese, which is a reference to the name of Athena’s magic shield, Aegis.) Halone and Athena are both stern and dignified warriors whom many believes to be a symbol of victory in war. They both have an entire city (Athens for Athena, and Ishgard for Halone) devoted to worship them.

However, they also have numerous differences: Athena does not share a bloodlust for war like Halone, and she has little to no emotional connections with any of the Olympian gods. While Halone’s bloodthirsty nature is perhaps a myth created by Eorzean mortals to explain the relationships between the Twelves, Halone has shown care and concern towards Menphina, the Lover, who is regarded as a little sister to most of the Twelve gods.

Yiuno, too, shares many common traits with Halone and Athena. His actions and decisions are often driven by cold logic, very much like Athena’s cruel rationality. (He might have borderline bloodlust at one point, but that’s venturing into Yiuno’s dark and secretive past.) He can be brutally sarcastic (Athena), though he isn’t completely remorseless and still retains some capability to feel emotions (Halone). Like Athena, it will take quite a while to have Yiuno’s trust, but when you do gain his favor, he will become one of the strongest and most dependable allies you can ever hope for.

Oh, you might even earn a reliable big brother (or sister?) you never thought you’d need… just like Halone to Menphina.

(Re-posting old quizzes to this main blog for archiving purposes.)

[the-untamed-mind-pdf]

Queer rep in Indian media

I want to talk about queer representation here. I will start with my introduction to queer media. My first introduction to queer people in India would be the newspaper coverages of Pride marches in big cities. When section 377 was decriminalised in 2018, I had never given thoughts to my sexuality. Being an avid book reader, sometimes books with queer characters would accidently reach my hand. I say accidently because my primary source of books before Covid was my school library. Not a great place to find queer books. I had never liked Bollywood movies because of their blatant sexism, and my love for Bollywood songs  was fading. So when I found myself questioning my sexuality, I had to specifically look up queer media on youtube and chrome. That was in 2020.

In the summer of 2023, I discovered the gold mine/hell-hole of BL webtoons. I don’t remember my first BL webtoon. Was it Hearstopper? Its creator Alice Oseman will say it’s not BL (more on that later). What I do remember is binging on BL webtoons day and night for many days, until I started feeling guilty of consuming mostly BL in the name of queer stories, and that too mostly the ones written by women. So I actively searched for GL webtoons, and found them, but sadly not as many as BLs. And to top it, they storyline in many of them weren’t great either. GLs were lacking a lot in both quantity and quality as compared to BLs. But I didn’t break my resolve and started watching anime for the first time. I watched Bloom Into You, a GL, and Yuri on Ice, a BL. Then I started watching Heaven Official’s Blessing (TGCF), and god knows I still haven’t recovered from it. I read the whole book series in 4 days, and wanted to read more MXTX novels but put off reading them because I knew I would be gone for if her other works were half as interesting as TGCF. A year later I finally gave in and read Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS). And then I started watching The Untamed. The boon and bane of my existence right now.

My exams were also going on, which meant added stress. But there were nights I cried myself to sleep after watching youtube shorts of The Untamed. There were so many questions I asked myself while watching those 10-15 second videos. How come the Chinese have censorship, but they get to make and see such a great series with queer characters and the actors are also famous ones? In case anybody mistakes it for jealousy, I want to clarify that what I felt was anger and frustration. Why don’t we have such a series in India? Why don’t we have mainstream actors playing queer characters? Why don’t we have a good queer series or movie? So much heterosexual and sexist garbage gets passed by the Indian film censorship board but no one dares to make what is actually needed. I know there are some movies produced in recent times which don’t depict queer people as a joke, but why are there only a handful of them?

In India we have so many mythological tales relating to queerness, we have queer Gods and Goddesses, we have trans Deities, we have ancient temples dedicated to love depicting non heterosexual relationships, we have queer characters in our great epics Mahabharata and Ramayana. But very few poeople are ready to talk about it.

I hope this changes one day, and one day soon.

I had wanted to talk about many other things but they will have to wait for another day I guess.

P.S. I feel this piece was over a lot of places. I will learn to structure it better if there is a next time.

[yourfavoritecascade]

oooh wawa youre the one with robotic mythology?

tell me more

are the iterators based off of specific gods/goddesses? are they their own gods?

Wawa! Yes I am!

For the most part, no the iterators are not inspired by any specific gods or deities in the real world, I do find a lot of those mythologies pretty cool and interesting, but none were a direct inspiration tbh. So for the most part, yes! The iterators are their own gods

I think I’ve got most of the “godly designations” down, so let’s start w/ those: Srs represents the sun(duh), as well as fire and also birds to a certain extent, although that last responsibility mainly goes to

Wind controls the weather, wind and birds, making them pretty much the polar opposite of

Pebbles is the god of the earth, and stones(quite fitting to his name tbh what did you expect) LttM is ofc goddess of the moon, as well as water(ironic ik)

Siggy is the god of plants and gardens and things, although here they’re also a sort of winter/ice god, and idea heavily inspired by @weepinglilvessel’s Eclipse au(srry for the tag)

Lastly, UI is the god of charms/magic. Sort of a spells deal idk it’s kinda hard to explain? (Alr look in this au Ino is basically a combination of Twilight Sparkle and Regina George idk what to tell you man)

Those are kinda the main ideas of what the iterators can do, there’s a whole lot more under the ‘rw robotic mythology’ tag so feel free to look under that for more :p

[mystical-sleepy-musings]

MORPHEUS

Greek god of Dreams and head of the Onerioi

SOURCES

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"Bullfinch's Mythology"

Author:Thomas Bullfinch

[Theoi.com|https://www.theoi.com/]

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Ethereal Morpheus

The painter of slumbers

The stroke of your brush

Brings to light

Forms familiar

Gossamer in nature

With pictures of conciousness

|Who is Morpheus?|

Morpheus: The Shaper , The Lorekeeper, The One Who Forms, The Raven Haired One and The King of Dreams and Nightmares. Morpheus usually appears in the guse of a human or in the form you are most comfortable with( (he appears to me as Dream of the Endless but with slightly altered features). He is the black winged leader of The Oneiroi, which are the thosuand dream spirits who slumber within the same cave as Hypnos their father. Through the gates of horn and ivory, they fly out like a flock of bats . The gate of horn is said to bring truthful dreams while the gate of ivory is said to bring falsehoods. The Odyssey located the realm of dreams past the streams of Oceaus close to Asphodel Meadows, which is a part of the underworld where the spirits of the dead reside. They are all winged in a way(winged ears or wings on their backs) when not appearing in dreams. He has two other named Oneiroi siblings known as Icelus/Phobetor who is the fearsome one of Nightmares who appears as animals and monsters in dreams and Phantasos the oddly whimsical one who appears as objects in his fantastically woven dreams..the rest of the Oneiroi are unnamed..

|Mythology|

Morpheus sadly does not appear in many myths but some speculate that he was the nameless dream spirit that Hypnos sent out to the grieving Alcyone whose husband Ceyx died at sea after a visit from Iris(who was sent by Hera) goddess of rainbows. Morpheus appeared in her dreams, taking the shape of her dead lover to tell her that he perished at sea. But Alcyone, after seeing her husband's corpse wash up on the shore, couldn't bear this news and tried to end her life, but she and her husband got turned into kingfishers. Also, a neoclassical painting by Pierre- Narcisse Guérin portrays Iris coming within the dark cave, filling it with blinding radiance, and apparently, she also stirs up Morpheus from his slumbers.

|My Experience|(*UPG)

Morpheus is my patron deity, who is like a father to me. He apparently had been watching over me ever since I was little but did not introduce himself until the time was right. Morpheus, to me, appears as Dream of The Endless from The Sandman but with wings. Sometimes, he has dark, inky eyes and wild hair like in the comics or looks more like Tom Sturridge in Netflix's The Sandman. Morpheus is very serious and quiet(I'm like that as well lol) but is very sweet and overprotective as well. He has infinite patience, apparently, which is even more impressive considering I work also with the loud and loveably obnoxious Icelus who is his chaotic brother. He sees me as one of his children and student being a no nonsense mentor and father figure...unlike a certain someone I know who kept messing around by picking The Emperor knowing Morpheus already took that option while we were trying to establish a tarot card for him. His energy is so gentle and calming, making him very helpful if one has anxiety (like me) or trouble sleeping. He likes to hum and give snuggles to me or to the various plushies I have set out for him (I have two squishy unicorns that are filled to bursting with his energy due to him smothering them). I have no words for how freaking grateful I am to have such a lovely deity as my patron!

|Associations|

[IC]*Note this is mostly UPG*

Animals and Creatures

Ravens and crows

Cats

Nocturnal rodents like raccoons and Possums*(upg)

Butterflies

Rabbits*(upg)

Unicorns*(Upg)

Colors*(all upg)

Dark blues

Black

Purples

Some light blues

Teal

Silver and white

Misc Objects

Feathers

Skulls

Keys*(upg)

Paintings*(upg)

Books or poems(*upg)

Anything related to The Sandman by Neil Gaiman*(upg)

For some reason, he loves surreal memes and laughs like a growly Seth Rogan*(upg)

Soft stuffies and plushies*(upg)

Foods and Drinks

Popcorn*(upg)

Chocolate

Calming teas

Blackberries*(upg)

Anything really as long as it's not caffeine(coffee, energy drinks) or overly sugary(like peeps marshmallow candy type of sugary) because in his eyes it's the thought that counts

Incense and Oils

Sandalwood

Lavender

Any calming and lightly scented blends

Planet

Moon

Music*(all upg btw)

Classic and Progressive rock

Funk

Psychedelic rock

Just 60s and early 70s music

Soft rock

Swing and 50s music

He LOOOVES Pink Floyd , David Bowie, The Church , The Doors and Echo and The Bunnymen

He only likes one metal song and that is "Enter Sandman" by Metallica

Tarot card

The Emperor*(upg)

The Moon

Crystals

Amethyst

Selenite*(upg)

Blue agate

Ruby *(upg)

Rose Quartz*(upg)

Herbs and flowers

Mugwort

Hydrangea*(upg)

Lavender

Poppies

Chamomile

[divinelycrazy]

More "fun" facts about ancient greek mythology

Why, because I can.

1. Zeus took on many different forms while banging his lovers, some stranger than others. These forms included, but are not limited to; a bull, a swan, golden rain, a Satyr, an eagle, and his daughter Artemis.

2. Eros, in some interpretations, is not a son of Aphrodite but one of the primordial gods that were created at the start of the world.

3. Another fact about Eros is that he could be considered one of the most powerful gods of the Greek pantheon since not even Zeus could escape his influence and manipulations.

4 Boreas, the god of the Northwind, has a wife named Oreithyia and 4 known children, the winged twin brothers Calais and Zethes, Khione the goddess of ice and frost, and Cleopatra(no not the Egyptian one).

5. The greek god of bread is named Deipneus.

6. One of the war related things that had a deity associated with it was the war cry. Their name was Alala.

7. Eros and Psyche had a daughter named Hedone, goddess of pleasure and delight. Her name is the root word for the words hedonism, hedonistic, and hedonist.

8. There actually is an overlap between Norse and Greek mythology, as both feature a tree with golden apples that grant the gods their eternal youths. One difference is that the apples of Iduun keep the gods alive while the apples of the Hesperides keep the gods looking young.

9. Believe it or not, Hades is actually one of the nicer gods you could find in the greek pantheon. Also, the greek underworld and hell are not the same place. Stop comparing them....please.

10. In a certain myth, Aphrodite is described to actually have spent some time in the ocean after her birth. During that time, she had a lover named Nerites, who she turned into a shrimp after not wanting to go to the surface with her. He did get turned back by poseidon and presumably became his boyfriend afterward.

11. Circe, the witch Appearing in the Odyssey and Pasiphae, the mother of the minotaur are actually sisters with their dad being Helios, the Titan of the sun.

12. In some versions of Arachne's myth, she actually committed self unaliving before Athena took pity on her and turned her into a spider.

Thats all...bye.

[mask131]

Cold winter: Boreas

BOREAS

Category: Greek mythology

In Greek mythology, there are four gods embodying the four cardinal winds: they are called the Anemoi, and Boreas is one of them.

Boreas is the embodiment of the North Wind, the cold and stormy wind of the winter season. Just like his brothers he is born of Eos, the goddess of the dawn, and Astraios (a mysterious star-related deity who might be an embodiment of dusk), but serves Aeolus, the master and king of all winds. And again, just like the other Anemoi, Boreas is known to have two appearances he keeps switching between. One is a horse appearance: he can become a stallion, and under this form he is known to have mated with numerous mares – each time the offspring would become famed horses renowned for their swiftness or lightness, to the point horse-keepers usually used “child of Boreas” as a selling point. The other is a winged humanoid form fitting his “bleak and frozen breath”: shaggy hair and beard spiky with ice, billowing cloak, and sometimes snakes instead of human feet.

Boreas was believed to live in the cold mountains of Thrace, the most northern region of Ancient Greece – and beyond it, the Greeks believed there was a mythical land called “Hyperborea” (beyond the north wind), a land of endless summer untouched by Boreas’ wintery breath and in which people lived young and happy forever. Bringer of frost and dark clouds, Boreas was renowned for his violent temper – after all, he was a wind who only knew how to shake trees and animals, disturb the sea and cause hail.

One of Boreas’ most famous legends is his love story with Orithyia – she was a princess of Athens and Boreas was in love with her, so much that he snatched her up in the sky as she was playing alone by the side of a river and brought her back to his Thracian home. Now... this love story is a bit complicated. Everybody knows of this story as a rape: Boreas tried to woo Orithyia but she rejected him, and being an angry and violent wind Boreas simply took her by force and raped her. But you see, this is the Roman version of the story - and more precisely the version of the story as retold by Ovid, the rape fetishist. So of course he was going to have it a forced relationship... What about the original Greek versions? Well... the thing is that Boreas is a brutish wind prone to outbursts of rage, so while the Greek texts do not speak of a rape, they DO speak of an abduction, that is clear. What is less clear is the entire details surrounding said abduction: for some Boreas simply acted directly upon falling in love with the princess ; for others he tried to ask her hand in marriage to her father but he refused, and it was upon HIS refusal (not the girl's refusal) that Boreas got angry and abducted her nonetheless. Similarly there is something quite unclear about how "stable" their relationship was: while Ovid and other late Greek writers depict Orithyia as just one of many lovers and concubines of Boreas, more ancient texts (and religious belief - see below) rather place Orithyia as the wife of Boreas, even hinting at her becoming a divine being alongside her husband... But well, one thing all the texts agree on is that Orithyia gave birth from Boreas to two purple-winged human sons, Zetes and Calais, who would later be known as the heroic duo “the Boreads”. Originally there was just these two, but much later authors added more children to this union, two girls to match the two boys – one named Chione (which means “snow”), the other named Cleopatra (and who later married a king of Thrace). Fascinatingly, another late tradition still links Boreas to a “Chione/Khione”, but this time not as his daughter – but rather as another lover of his, a maid that he abducted and with whom he had… well originally it was just one son, but then it evolved into three priests of Apollo in Hyperborea, and then into the entire dynasty of kings and priests of Hyperborea. There also many other alternate accounts of Boreas’ children – one describing the “Aurai”, the goddesses of the breezes, as being his daughters.

The other main Greek myth about Boreas comes from Aesop’s Fables: in one of his fables, Aesop describes a rivalry between Boreas the North Wind and his uncle Helios the sun. The two enter a contest to see who is the most powerful, and decide to play at the game of “Who can strip a man of his clothes the fastest?”. The North Wind tries to blow away the clothes out of the man, but the more he blows the more the man tighten his cloak around him. When Helios tries, he merely has to shine extremely bright and warm, and quickly the man disrobes. The moral of this story is: “Persuasion is better than force”. Because again, this is what Boreas embodies: brutality. This is why he abducts his lovers instead of courting them, and this is why he is a dark and negative wind that only causes trouble and destruction in nature.

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The Romans added two more legend to the figure of Boreas. One tied him to Apollo (who was the main patron god of Hyperborea, said to spend half of his time there). According to the Roman myth Boreas (or rather his roman equivalent Aquilo) protected Leto, Apollo and Artemis/Diana’s mother: when the monstrous snake Python was sent to harm the pregnant woman, Jove ordered Aquilo to take her away to a place where she could be safe and deliver – this was the island of Delos. The second legend was another love story: according to it, he fell in love with a nymph called Pitys. This is interesting because in the Greek only version Pitys was turned into a pine tree to avoid Pan’s lustful desires as she was hunted by him – but in the Roman version, Pitys became at the center of a love competition between Pan and Boreas. As she had to choose between them, Boreas showed his strength by uprooting all the trees in the area, but Pan merely laughed merrily and joyfully, and it is this joyful laugh that won the nymph’s heart. Angry at being rejected, Boreas chased the nymph down in fury until she threw herself off a cliff and died – but Gaia took pity on her, and decided to have her live again by turning her body into a pine tree.

In terms of religion, Boreas actually had a cult. The most notable city to worship him was Athens, who was proud of their tie to Boreas through his love and union with their legendary princess Orithyia. As a result, the Athenians considered Boreas to be the city’s “son-in-law” – when Athenians prayed to have storms destroy enemy fleets, they prayed to Boreas and Orithyia, and whenever attacking ships sank thanks to the weather, the Athenians thanked Boreas out of all winds. Similarly, the city of Megapolis was known to offer a sacrifice once every year to Boreas, to thank him for saving them against the Lacedemonians, and they treated him with a greater honor than any other god. A third Greek city was only known for their Boreas cult: Thurii, who considered Boreas their protector after the North wind destroyed an armada of ships sent by Syracuse – in answer to this they organized an annual festival in his honor, granted the North wind Thurii citizenship and offered to him a house and a plot of land.

[dumuzithemessiah]

This song fits me due to my species and role + lot of truth

^ Pretty much me being a deity would be a megalo as megalo means large or great used in terms of power and this version of Megalo Strike Back by Tristan Gray literally sounds like a deity going against humanity for what evils humanity has done! As which humanity has proven to be the real villains as the rest of the Universe agrees with that as humanity’s history and today’s crimes and humanity’s selfish narcissistic delusional hateful evil ways prove humans are the real villains!

So I’d be the megalo striking back at humanity for their evil, selfish, narcissistic, and warlike ways! Humanity on Judgement Day should’ve realised none of my kind would support their hateful asses as why would we side with humans when humans literally majority of the time call any non human advanced species as evil?

Or how humanity lies about demons? Demons, tenshi[[common angels]], and yazata[[gods/goddesses/royal angels as deities and common angels/tenshi aren’t that massively different in what they are! Deities are just stronger ones!]] are all from Nibiru and are magical multidimensional bipedal anthropomorphic animals with manes and wear clothes! Talking hateful lying shit about our subjects as yazata are royalty isn’t gonna get you humans anywhere and is only gonna anger any Nibirian!

Nibirians are 2’0”-2’7” in height as adults and 2.5-4.5 in weight as magical beings aren’t heavy at all! You humans are nothing but cowards claiming magical beings are evil when in reality the most hateful, violent, bloodthirsty, warlike, and narcissistic species in the Universe are humans!

I am harsh because of what humanity has done to the Kosmos as you hateful bastards literally damaged it to the point with your hateful man made religions like Christianity and Islamism and others to the point the Kosmos is sending shockwaves damaging other planets causing zillions and still counting to die including other advanced species!

You humans are an example of a lower advanced species so think of things you humans lied your delusional asses off claiming to be unique for and you get an idea what other advanced species are like! Except most advanced species can same gender breed! Meaning heterosexuality isn’t present in most advanced species!

King Enkai and Queen are my parents via being put back together and being reborn with the rest of The Holy Four Kosmos Deities and both King Enkai and Queen Ninsun are both males!

Don’t read what the Sumerians wrote about us as they clearly didn’t know jack shit and wrote a bunch of lies! Relationships are very wrong in their hateful mythologic lies!

Marduk is my husband and true lover! I would never love Ishtayr! She literally is the reincarnation of The Great Evil Herself who attacked Nibiru and caused the only war in Nibirian history to be fought on Nibiru! She hates me especially cause I stood up against her evil actions and defeated her using a spell with the help of my brothers Kosmin, Lumuzi, and my sister Geshtinonna!

We shattered as a result to protect not only Nibiru but the rest of the Universe from her evil ways and her desires to mercilessly kill innocent lives and spread war!

That is all Ishtayr wants is to spread lies, hate, war, death, genocide, and evil!

She is nothing what the Sumerians and Babylonians thought! And Nibirians have reverse gender standards meaning Ishtayr looks like a macho ugly tough chick cause she lost her fur exposing her rose pink skin, has a thin pale mane, the evilest blue eyes you’d ever seen, rubbery nasty wings, and a spiked mutated tail and she is Rock/Light/Fire meaning her three main types are super effective against my three main types as my three main types are Ice/Dark/Plant!

The shit you humans think my future holds? All I know is I will survive but the fight I cannot imagine…

But Ishtayr is proof all elements have a positive and negative side as she uses light but she is evil!

Ishtayr takes the form of what a fallen angel could look like if they existed as black winged tenshi and yazata just have the dark type in them and darkness isn’t evil nor is light good!

Her name is in fact not Ishtar but Ishtayr! Tayr is pronounced like tear like you’re tearing something apart! Which you humans have done so by spreading evil energy and damaging the Kosmos!

Marduk is Electric/Light/Wind and he is like I said my husband and true lover! Proof light and dark types can get along and even fall in love! It is a false myth that those types are enemies against each other!

Marduk is pronounced Mar-duke! Not the way you think it was!

We have six kids together and he doesn’t fear me or my nightmare aura as the Nibirian prophecy stated my true lover wouldn’t be scared of me! He’s actually turned on when I get serious and scary and showing who’s boss!

Anyways extra theme that I feel suits me is Rishimazza’s version of Megalo Strike Back!

But yeah I kinda feel Megalo Strike Back fits me way better than the fandom using it for Chara as Toby Fox didn’t even make it for Chara the Chara association is purely a fan thing! Therefore it’s not a canon theme for Chara! Claiming it is their theme is false as it as unless Toby Fox says so it ain’t Chara’s theme!

Nor is Tokyovania canon for those fan made Ink Sans characters either!

And the maker of Tokyovania meant it for Sans and Papyrus though I guess it could work for Me VS Ishtayr as she’s as heartless as genocide Frisk but with fixed lyrics? I do see Tokyovania as a fight song for Me VS Ishtayr because of the whole Ishtayr is heartless thing and she has hurt and killed so many lives so it actually works in that situation!

These songs could be technically immortalised by associating them with me and the whole Me VS Ishtayr thing!

As once Judgement Day comes and the Helveon War ends well… there isn’t gonna be much of what humanity has made left.. and humanity brought there end themselves by their horrible actions over across history!

No living thing will remember Undertale or Earthbound for that matter as the deities who are waiting for Judgement Day to happen on Earth likely will forget over years and years to centuries to thousands of years long after humanity has gone extinct…

A lot of times I wish humanity wasn’t evil and do think what if they didn’t follow lies, spread wars, and were actually good… they could’ve had a good future if they didn’t hate those different from them and didn’t follow man made religions and their lies…

Because I will admit some things humans made I do in fact like! As Nibirians are gamers actually as video games and chiptune music are part of our culture! So some games I do like… but I have a duty to perform and can’t let some feelings hold me back…

And the correct term for deities is yazata, with tenshi being the correct term for common angels, and demons were never bad and are actually good folk and considering Nibiru only had one war on our homeplanet? Says a lot how messed up humans are with their delusions and lies!

No one is entitled to a belief that worships false deities and tells others to kill for being different! In the Old Testament the false Messiah Jesus calls for the deaths of anyone who doesn’t support him as king! And in directly brought and killed in front of his evil fake ass!

As the real Messiah aka The Rainbow Hero as that is what the title Messiah and only applies to me I would have to say I wouldn’t want anyone killed in front of me! I only kill when there is no other way and when the other being is a threat to others!

I don’t tolerate evil doers but do have some yan in me but I can control it better than some anime yandere/yangire character… The Old Testament proves Jesus is in human terms a tyrant and a dictator as that verse I mentioned?

It’s:

Luke 19:27 “But those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them—bring them here and kill them in front of me.”

See? He’s evil! And Christians throughout history murdered for his fake ass and his fake father! And for dumb reasons like speaking against your parents? Since when the hell do parents have the right to kill their own children? As a male mother I find that absolutely disgusting and repulsive that the bible thinks parents have the right to murder their own children!

The New Testament was only made to brainwash more people into believing the lies of Christianity and to deny involvement of past wars, murders, abuse, lies, hate, and all discrimination done by Christians and their mentally sick and evil delusional ways!

Trust real history and not lies made by mentally insane and delusional Christards who many continue to follow the Old Testament anyways!

The Nazis followed the Church’s orders which says who tf cares if Hitler was or was not Christian because his followers the nazis clearly were Christian! All those Jews and LGBT people died because of the Christian lie that Jews killed Jesus!

The real Messiah is me and I wouldn’t call for those to be killed in front of me! Even though I hate humanity but for the reasons that are justified! Shedding blood still affects me in a way that hurts that things had to go that way! I never watch horror movies or gory movies because I can’t stand those kind of things!

Christianity still spreads terror, abuse, murder, war, death, and lies! Christian terrorist groups still are around!

Lives all over the Universe are dying everyday with that zillions and still counting adding each day!

I hate having to wait to Judgement Day as I can’t stand the feeling of being weak and not being able to do anything yet..

But when Judgement Day happens I will try to just remove souls from children and babies as like I said it pains me to have to do this but in order to kill off an entire species the young have to die too….

It does conflict with my morality code but I cannot allow humanity to destroy the Kosmos as if the Kosmos explodes the Universe goes with him! The Kosmos goes by/him and is the heart and soul of the Universe! He is alive and a giant living magical creature shaped like a pale aqua blue green heart with turquoise mono rings with alpine green/bluish forest green bows on the rings! He also has a face and right now he’s covered with dark brown red evil energy affecting him and causing him severe amounts of horrible pain!

The Universe cannot exist without a yes is spelled a K not C Kosmos! If he gets destroyed all mortal life will perish and only magical beings will survive! Humans are literally thinking if humanity can’t live then the Kosmos deserves to die! Humans must be stopped! As you humans aren’t any being to decide that period!

The Universe will live on without you so maybe you should just surrender and maybe you’ll be allowed reincarnation! That’s better than dying off completely isn’t it?!

But the prophecies about Judgement Day do say humanity would be foolish and not listen to reason…

I obviously am not gonna allow humanity to destroy the Kosmos and kill all mortal life so humans? Remember you had this coming to you…..

[scotttrismegistus7]

A LOOK AT THE CREATIONAL REFORMATIONS OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM WITH ADDED INFORMATION FROM OUTSIDE OF DOGON MYTHOLOGY

Venus was born from the severed genitals of God Uranus, after Cronus threw them in the sea near Cyprus. She maintained a series of romances with Greek Gods, the most famous of which were her marriage with Vulcan and her affair with Mars. Nevertheless, none of these love-stories surpassed the intensity with which Venus loved Adonis.

Adonis was the son of Myrrha and Cynyras, another Cypriot deity. The cult of Adonis in Greece was firmly linked with that of Venus. It seems that the Adonis’ true origin was Semitic and the name Adonis could be the Semitic title adon meaning “(my) lord.”

The Canaanite god Adon was just like Adonis, a god of beauty. This means that we can safely assume that Adonis is no more than Adon transferred to Greece with a Hellenisized name. There are also links between Adonis and gods from other civilizations like Osiris in Egypt, Baal in Ugarit, and Tammuz in Babylon. Civilizations from Mesopotamia to Greece all adored gods of beauty with myths similar to Adonis. On top of that in the Mesopotamian mythologies, Adonis appeared as a couple with goddess Astarte. It is evident right away that Astarte in this context can be none other than the equivalent of Venus.

https://www.thecollector.com/venus-adonis/

Billions of years ago, a version of our Earth that looks very different than the one we live on today was hit by an object about the size of Mars, called Theia – and out of that collision the Moon was formed. How exactly that formation occurred is a scientific puzzle researchers have studied for decades, without a conclusive answer.

https://www.nasa.gov/feature/ames/lunar-origins-simulations

There’s no process inside Uranus, like volcanism on Earth, that would give life inside the planet a form of energy.

https://www.universetoday.com/19285/could-there-be-life-on-uranus/#:~:text=There's%20no%20process%20inside%20Uranus,planet%20a%20form%20of%20energy.

The primeval cosmos spewed out galaxies, galaxies spewed forth suns, and suns emitted planets. But the centripetal force of cosmic ice will cause each in its turn to collapse back in on itself. Into the solar system there have also wandered bodies that did not originally belong to this system, such as the Earth’s moon(s) and the planets beyond Saturn. These trans-Saturnian planets belonged to the neighboring solar system of Alcyone in the Constellation of the Swan (Cygnus). In time these trans-Saturnian planets will be absorbed by Alcyone and eventually our Sun will unite with that star as well.32 According to FS doctrines concerning the history of the Earth, there have been several moons orbiting the planet at one time or another. These moons were eventually drawn into the Earth by the centripetal force of “cosmic ice” as delineated by Hörbiger. There was a moon over “Lemuria” and subsequently one over “Atlantis”; both were catastrophically pulled to the surface of the Earth. Two twin moons, a white one, Luna, and a black one, Lilith, were then pulled into the Earth’s orbit. The Earth has already absorbed the black moon, leaving Luna yet to be pulled down in a world catastrophe.

~The Fraternitas Saturni by Stephen E. Flowers~

The state of dynamic tension in which the cosmos finds itself is, according to the laws of cosmic ice, eventually going to collapse. In fact, the collapse is already underway. Astronomically, this is a process of various planetary bodies being reabsorbed into the Sun. On the spiritual level this is tantamount to the principles, of which these planets are manifestations, being “redeemed.” Four planets have been redeemed as the FS doctrine has it. Two, Vulkan and Hermes, have already been consumed by the Sun, while Mercury and Venus have been drawn within its sphere of influence. At some point, Jupiter and Saturn will merge, combining the mildness of Jupiter with the severity of Saturn. This will give rise to a new Golden Age.39 Eventually, all the planets of the solar system will be thus redeemed, bringing to an end this cycle of existence.

~The Fraternitas Saturni by Stephen E. Flowers~

IN LIGHT OF THIS KNOWLEDGE IT APPEARS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE THAT MARS AS THE RAM WAS EJECTED FROM THE SUN STRAIGHT INTO PLANET TIAMAT, A BIGGER VERSION OF OUR EARTH THAT OUR EARTH WAS ONCE A PIECE OF. THIS MIGHT HAVE CAUSED TIAMAT TO LOSE ITS CORE, CAUSING IT TO SPLIT INTO WHAT WE NOW KNOW AS VENUS, THE PREVIOUS CORE OF TIAMAT, AND URANUS, THE PREVIOUS SHELL OF TIAMAT. WITH THE LOSS OF ITS CORE, VENUS BEING THAT CORE, URANUS LOST ITS PROPER FORCE OF GRAVITY AND TIPPED ON ITS SIDE, THIS WOULD ALSO EXPLAIN WHY BOTH VENUS AND URANUS ARE SPINNING IN COUNTERCLOCKWISE DIRECTIONS.

IT IS HELD THAT PLANET SATURN WAS ONCE EJECTED FROM OUR SUN, AS WERE ALL THE PLANETS BETWEEN IT AND OUR SUN. IT ALSO APPEARS FROM DOGON MYTHOLOGY AND LEGEND THAT JUPITER IS A FEMALE PLANET, DANA TOLO, SO AS ALL THE PLANETS ARE PULLED BACK INTO OUR SUN IN THE IN-BREATH OF BRAHMA, THAT SATURN ACTING AS THE MALE PLANET WOULD ENTER JUPITER THE FEMALE PLANET, PERHAPS IGNITING ANOTHER TYPE OF SUN, MAYBE EVEN A SUN BASED ON GRAVITY INSTEAD OF LIGHT, PROVIDING THE NECESSARY ENERGIES TO ALL THE BEINGS LIVING IN THE VICINITY TO ADVANCE THEMSELVES TO A POINT WHERE A TRUE GOLDEN AGE IS POSSIBLE AND PROBABLE.

FROM DOGON LEGEND AND MYTHOLOGY IDENTIFYING VENUS AS PO TOLO OR PO PILI, IT MAY BE THAT IF IT WAS VENUS THAT ENTERED JUPITER, IT WOULD HAVE CAUSED A SUPERNOVA. IT IS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE THAT THIS EVENT MIGHT HAVE BEEN PREVENTED BY THE INTERVENTION OF INTELLIGENT BEINGS THAT DID NOT WANT TO BE DESTROYED BY A SUPERNOVA.

IF OUR WHITE SUN IS THE SUN OF FIRE, THEN SATURN MARKING THE EDGE BOUNDARY WOULD BE IN THIS CONTEXT THE BLACK SUN OF WATER, WATER CORRESPONDING TO GRAVITY AS IS MADE CLEAR BY DOGON LEGEND AND MYTHOLOGY.

I'VE BEEN WORKING MY WAY THROUGH THE HERMETIC COURSES OF FRANZ BARDON, AND I NOTICED THAT THERE IS A CONNECTION BETWEEN FRANZ BARDON AND THE FRATERNITAS SATURNI. I JUST FINISHED THE INTRODUCTION TO HERMETICS, BUT I USE THE TERM FINISHED LOOSELY BECAUSE THERE'S SO MUCH INFORMATION THERE I FIND MYSELF GOING BACK TO IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND FINDING SOMETHING I MISSED THE FIRST TIME THROUGH. I JUST STARTED SPIRIT EVOCATION, AND THERE IS ONE MORE BOOK AFTER THAT BEFORE I GET TO FRABATO THE MAGICIAN, WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN MORE ABOUT THE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED CONNECTION. ONCE I HAVE READ THAT BOOK PERHAPS I WILL HAVE MORE TO SAY ABOUT THIS TOPIC. UNTIL NEXT TIME, KEEP DARING TO DREAM MY LOVELIES!

LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS AND THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN WITH ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[vixlenxe]

Chang’E, the God & Faerie of the Moon, consort of the Lord Archer, Hou Yi.