#Alvaldi

[m4xence]

The sun in the west

Colm O'Driscoll/OC

Summary: The 'New World' instead of dreams fulfilled the worst problems. According to Solaris, trusting Dutch was the worst decision. She fled his camp as soon as possible, leaving her half-siblings behind. Without any letters, without unnecessary words.

Hungry and tired, she came across Colm O'Driscoll, who took her in, fed her, and tightened an invisible leash around her neck, called boundless loyalty.

Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, angst, manipulation, blood and injury, character death, age difference.

AO3

The sun had sunk below the horizon, and grey clouds had completely covered the picturesque sky. It was getting colder, and Solaris hadn't considered that she would need a new, warmer coat. She was too sentimental about her current one.

She was sitting on a fallen tree trunk, holding her hands close to the fire. She clenched her jaw tightly, trying not to shiver, when a light wind picked up, unbearably penetrating her very bones.

More and more people began to gather around the fire. Drunken conversations shattered the night's silence and effectively drowned out the sounds of night birds. Solaris almost jumped when someone sat down next to her. She looked up and noticed Tenebris. He blended into the background almost perfectly with his black hair and dark clothes. His green eyes were staring into the distance. He was absent-mindedly again. Solaris had gotten used to the fact that he rarely spoke. But despite that, he was one of the few friendly faces here.

He found her, half unconscious, and brought her here.

Before Colm O’Driscoll.

Brought her and threw her on her knees, like a loyal pet that had hunted prey for its master.

Besides, she had felt like a worthless dog then. Colm had taken her in, fed her, and tightened an invisible leash around her neck, called boundless loyalty.

Solaris was like a domesticated wild animal. Colm would say ‘attack’, she would aim her revolver at the unfortunate man without thinking. After many months, she had even been permitted to go alone. It took her a while to realize that this was a test to see if she would suddenly escape. She wanted to burst out laughing. Who would she run to? Dutch? She wanted to tear him apart for another damn plan that had contributed to the death of someone she treated like family.

Everything was supposed to be different.

She sighed quietly and looked at Tenebris. He was still staring into the distance with an absent gaze.

She straightened up and recalled the last few years.

She had spent most of her teenage years on her father's farm with her older brother Alvaldi. Everything seemed so wonderful. Her mother took her to the markets, her father sometimes let her join him in the hunt, and she and her brother would run around the forest all day.

Everything changed when her mother suddenly disappeared. She hadn't given any sign of life, so everyone thought she was dead. Years passed before she returned to them, announcing that they had half-siblings. Solaris couldn't believe that while her father's farm was failing due to his illness, her mother was having an affair with another man.

When she thought things couldn't get any worse, fate laughed in her face. Her mother, without a fortune, lost respect, and they wandered around like beggars until she somehow managed to contact her old friend.

Uncle Dante, as everyone called him even though he was not related to them, took them in and took them to the 'New World' as he called it, a place across the wide ocean, where all dreams would come true. However, to Solaris' surprise, Alvaldi decided to stay and save what was left of her father's farm. She begged him to sail with them, but he only wrapped her in his cloak and hugged her tightly. He promised that he would write to her someday, as soon as he managed to restore its former glory.

Since then, Solaris has not received a single letter from him. So many years have passed, and she has waited like a naive child. Sometimes she would like to write to him, but what should she include in the content?

'Dearest brother, I hate to say it, but this place is a nightmare', or maybe 'Dearest brother, Uncle Dante is dead, because of one damn person'. Both of those versions sounded awful.

She clenched her fingers around the material of her coat. She wanted to tear Dutch apart. Maybe she could if Colm gently loosened the invisible leash. She wouldn't kill him... Not right away, anyway. First, she would show him how Uncle Dante felt when he bled out because of his plan.

Uncle Dante...

She missed him every day. They weren't blood-related, but he was like family to her. Sometimes she wished she could look into his green irises again and feel safe. Her uncle's appearance wasn't friendly. After all, he was a tall man, with black hair and a rather thick accent. But there was always warmth in his eyes.

His eyes shone the brightest when he returned to their covered wagon one day and said he had bumped into old friends.

The journey wasn't very tiring. After a while, she got used to long walks, when the sun shone mercilessly. Uncle Dante spent the entire journey telling how they had met in their youth. With a certain amount of nostalgia, he recalled how they had first bumped into each other, shortly after he had been thrown out of the family estate. After a while, they started going on various robberies together.

They arrived at their destination just as the sun was setting. Dante stopped the wagon and jumped down to the ground. Solaris sometimes wondered why, despite being fifty years old, he was still in such good shape.

"Dutch! Hosea! How nice to see you after all these years."

Solaris didn't listen to the conversation any further. She was more focused on her younger, half-siblings. The younger twin Brutus stepped down from the wagon, followed by the youngest Louisa, and finally, at the very end, the oldest of the three, Roderich, came. She hated him the most. A bloody brat. He was five years younger than her, and he always acted superior.

She took the opportunity to trip him. Roderich fell flat on his back, straight into the mud. Solaris smiled victoriously and walked past him. It took her a moment to realize what a big mistake she had made. He only grabbed her ankle, causing her to stumble and lose her balance. Luckily, she landed right next to the mud. She was about to say something when they suddenly heard Dante's voice.

"Solaris, Roderich..."

They immediately got up from the ground and pretended as if nothing had happened. Dante just laughed quietly, and she noticed that warm glow in his eyes again.

Her thoughts about the past were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. She looked up and this time she noticed Clarita, Tenebris's younger sister. The girl looked exactly like her brother, with the same green eyes and black hair. However, compared to the quiet Tenebris, she talked almost non-stop. Solaris didn't mind at all, at least she could talk to someone. Besides, she was the best medic she knew.

"Colm wants to see you," she said, stopping by the campfire. "I hear he has something important to tell you."

"I see," she nodded, then stood up. She left the campfire with a little reluctance, but she knew she would still enjoy the warmth. If Colm was in a good mood, it meant he would let her stay with him all night, if not... Well, she would have to settle for a cold tent.

She walked slowly, still thinking about the past. It wasn't so bad in Dutch's camp. Despite her initial distrust, she had managed to make a few friends. Uncle Dante in particular enjoyed catching up with old friends.

However, the idyll ended on the fateful day when the raid was to take place. Brutus and Louisa stayed in the camp, and Roderich and Solaris left with the rest. To the surprise of most, Uncle Dante joined as well.

Solaris still regrets that she couldn't convince him to stay in a safe camp. At least the outcome wouldn't have been so tragic.

It all happened so quickly. The robbery. A lot of money. The shots. And then Dante fell to the ground. Blood. A lot of blood. Way too much.

She and Roderich got to him at the same time, they tried to carry him to a safe place, but it was no use. There was more and more blood. It soaked everything. From his clothes to the ground. Solaris didn't even realize when it got under her fingernails.

Roderich was desperately trying to stop the bleeding, and she just watched in too much shock to do anything. He was shouting something at her, but she could barely make out a single word.

Finally, someone pushed Roderich away, and she noticed that the chest had stopped moving. But her brother pulled away and knelt by the body again. He howled like a dog that had lost its beloved owner. She wanted to howl too. But no sound came out of her throat. She wanted to tear Dutch apart. It was all his fault. If it weren't for another damn plan!

Solaris quickly jumped up the steps and knocked on the door. She waited a moment, then entered.

After Uncle Dante's death, nothing remained the same. That same night, after the funeral, she ran away. She left nothing behind, no letter, no unnecessary words. Besides, she didn't want to meet her half-siblings again. She ran forward, as far as she could, as fast as she could… Until she collapsed, exhausted, on the ground.

Then Tenebris found her and brought her here.

And so now she stood before Colm O’Driscoll and stared into his green eyes. She had to admit they were pretty, but they weren’t the same as her uncle’s.

“Good job, Solaris,” he said as she closed the door behind her. So he was in a good mood today. At least tonight he would sleep warm. “You deserve a reward, don’t you think?” He poured two glasses of alcohol.

“The biggest reward would be if Dutch bit the dust,” she replied and sat down on a chair next to him. The room had a stark appearance. Scratched and damaged walls, covered windows, and little furniture. Besides, Solaris had gotten used to worse conditions. It was hard to fit a bed in the covered wagon.

"Fierce as always," he laughed, pushing her a glass.

She accepted it gratefully. She needed to quiet all her thoughts, and there was no better way than strong alcohol. Watching the rest of the camp drinking something that looked more like piss, Solaris felt special. Only she had the honour of being so close to Colm O'Driscoll. Not Tenebris, not Clarita, not anyone else, just her.

She rested her hand on her cheek and looked at him. Sometimes she wondered what was between them. It wasn't love, definitely not. Once Louisa had described this feeling to her as something pleasant, sometimes innocent, but above all, you couldn't see the world beyond that one person. Now Solaris wanted to laugh at it.

Their relationship was anything but innocent. In their own way, they wanted more and more, sometimes even possessiveness came to the fore. In their own strange way, they were similar. And that suited Solaris perfectly.

***

Lying on the comfortable bed, feeling Colm's warm body behind her, Solaris was still thinking. Three years had passed since she had escaped from Dutch's camp. Three long years. She was thirty now, but before she knew it, everything would pass and she might even live to be as old as Uncle Dante.

Before her thoughts turned to those events again, Solaris closed her eyes. She felt the warmth of Colm's body and his breath on her neck. Funny, Solaris didn't let anyone get this close. Usually, she kept her dagger close to her, so that she could react quickly if something happened. Now, the same dagger was lying on the table, where empty glasses were.

This wasn't her father's house, her farm, or Uncle Dante's covered wagon, this wasn't the familiar warmth of family, but she felt so calm that she didn't even notice when she fell asleep.

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Marrusorg

Hvílir tú prinsur í taraskóg Har tú lívd fekk fyri levind Har tú smidliga flýddi úr glatanarklóm Sum brosma undan teistanevi

Hevja nú prinsur títt sigursróp Lat í firðunum tað runga Har hin Alvaldi gav tær tín aldudóp og fjøran stóð fyri tær sprungað

Sjóðar Yvir tað vágar Aldar Um tað, ið var

Innan og uttan skeljast í lag Hvat enn eg so royndi skilnaðin Langtandi søgnin brátt fjarar av Og tómin skræðir meg við inní Marrusorg

Hóra tá prinsur enn eina stund Trúnan tær liggur fyri fótum Títt kongsdømi kann frelsa meg Frá mínum kávalótum

Innan og uttan skeljast í lag Hvat enn eg so royndi skilnaðin Langtandi søgnin brátt fjarar av Og tómin skræðir meg við inní Marrusorg

[alvaldi3]

YOO I’m Alvaldi aka Leroy i occasionally make art mostly from movies and games other than that i’m mostly just an idiot that rambles. Please don’t steal or repost my art. Enjoy!

[300iqprower]

When the First unfurls the countdown begins.

When the Second alights you cede all your whims.

Heavens tremble as the Third is revealed.

Hell sings as the Fourth is unsealed.

Once the Fifth awakes, there is nowhere to run.

For if the Sixth wing beckons, time swallows the sun.

[jeffreystewart]

Happy Thorsday - Allvaldi (Olvaldi / Alvaldi)

Well here we are another Thor’s Day and another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic, sometimes Celtic) mythological characters.  This week it’s  Allvaldi, Olvaldi, Alvaldi the Jotnar (Jotun).  The Almighty. The Very Rich in Gold. He liked to show it off. Grandfather of Skadi. Father of giants Pjazi, along with Ganger, and Idi who when Allvaldi died carried their gold and jewels inheritance in their mouths. Gaining a shining speech that brings wealth from it. 

Possibly making them the first family to invent bling and grillz.

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STJÖRNUÍÞRÓTT – NORSE CONSTELLATIONS & MYTHS WITH ASTRONOMY.

Astronomy, stjörnuíþrótt in Old Norse, is the science of surveillance of the stars.

A communal way to understand constellations in modern days is with the Greek mythology and its heroes, nevertheless, each civilisation would have its own interpretation of stars, constellations, and astronomy as a whole. This branch is often called cosmology, only many mistaken it basically as a formation and the fundamental myths, rather than the learning of the evening sky.

Vikings were astonishing guides, with their continuous wandering by boats and etc. therefore, it demonstrates how capable they were to circumnavigate even during the night, where the only visible objects were stars, showcasing that they did custom a form of astronomy.

Ursa Major / the Great Bear – the Wagon.

This constellation is the most common one known. During the Viking age, it was insinuated to as the Wagon.

In some areas it was referred to as Óðinns vagn, associating it with Óðinn and his travelling through the realms; vagna verr (wagon’s lord), valdr vagnbrautar (ruler of the wagon road).

Though, the god associated the most with chariot was in fact Þórr as it was believed that when the skies rumbled and thunder echoed, it was him who rode his chariot through the skies. Karlavagnen, and Karlsvagn translated as “the man’s chariot” which, along with the name Kvennavagn ,or “woman’s chariot” given to Ursa Minor, suggests the gods associated with chariot driving were Þórr and Freyja.

Ursa Minor was meticulously connected with Ursa Major and was seen as the Chariot of Freyja. The constellation looks alike to a chair; thus, it was also denoted to as a throne, yet many would believe that it was the throne of Þórr as he was at times depicted sitting on a decorated chair. In a way, Freyja was the goddess of siðr which was a mutual practice of the Vǫlur who were often seated and elevated during the rituals.

Aurvandill’s toe.

There is no set understanding as to which star was exactly the toe of Aurvandill, but many believe that it was Rigel – within the Orion’s belt. And some believe that it is Venus – Venus appears in the sky as a bright crescent, due to its position in the solar system, and resembles a toenail.

Orwandil was Orion in Old Norse, with Rigel being his toe.

Corona Borealis is another likelihood, not only because of its outline as Saxo Grammaticus writes in Gesta danorum of a fight between a King Horwendil, and King Koller and Horwendil kills Koller by cutting off his foot. This may have been constructed on previous legends of an endless contest between spring and winter, in which spring prevails at the end of the day.

The Corona Borealis is a spring constellation, noticeable only once spring arrives.

Both Koller’s foot, and Aurvandil’s toe could be seen as predecessors of springtime.

Eyes of Þjazi.

The myth is well known with Loki kidnaping Iðunn, with the giant Þjazi, who is killed during the rescue of Iðunn, and when his daughter, Skaði, travels to Asgard seeking amends for her father’s death, she is allowed to choose a husband from among the Æsir. In this myth, she had to choose based only on their feet. She chooses Njôrð, thinking the most beautiful feet must surely belong to Baldr.

Loki then performs some silliness with a goat in order to make her laugh, and Óðinn also appeases her by casting her father’s eyes into the heavens where they will shine as the constellation.

The Lay of Harbard contradicts this myth as in it Þórr was instead responsible for creating this constellation:

Strong Thjatsi, the thurs, I overthrew in battle,

and the awful eyes of Alvaldi's son

I cast on the cloudless sky.

Those be the mighty marks of my great works.

Þórr casts the eyes into the sky as trophies, rather than an apology.

The two stars were most likely the commonly known stars Castor and Pollux, in the constellation of Gemini. They are of an alike brightness, visible, and an appropriate distance apart to resemble eyes in the firmament.

They reach their peak in the sky in January, linking to Skaði who is a winter goddess.

Frigg’s Distaff / Chariot of Freyja – Orion.

Orion’s belt was known as Friggerock (Frigg’s distaff) also Rejerock or Fröjas Rock, and the three stars which made up the traditional Orion’s sword were the spindle. In several areas of Scandinavia, the whole constellation was seen as the goddesses’ form.  

As the web of fate that guided one to the other stars, and therefore either to a misadventure or homespun, depending on one’s ability to navigate.

Orion was also known as Freyja’s Dress, and the belt and sword as Freyja’s Girdle.

Brisingamen was sometimes referred to as a girdle. It would have also been associated with Freyja (Vanadis) where it was known as such. The three stars of Orion’s belt were also known as Fiskikarlar (the fishermen) in Iceland and Norway, and in upper German lands as ‘the three mowers’.

Lokabrenna.

Sirius is the brightest star in the sky, part of the Canis Major constellation and in fact is a binary star system. The star to Vikings was known as Loki’s Brand, or even Loki’s Torch (Lokabrenna) – linking to his role in Ragnarǫk, when the human realm begins to be consumed in a fire.

Sirius is also known as ‘the dog star’, which is associated with the hottest summer days, known as ‘the dog days’, and this is when the star can be seen the most. In a way, it was a warning for the Vikings before the hot summer days or a possible apocalypse of a Ragnarǫk if the texts came true.

The God’s nail – Polaris.

The Northern star, Polaris was clearly an important star for navigation, especially during sea travels. Known as Leiðarstjarna (lode-star/guiding star), as the Anglo-Saxons called it ‘the ship’s star’.

To Scandinavians it was also known as ‘the God’s Nail’, which associates it with Þórr as a chief deity, rather than Óðinn. Homes were built with a central pillar dedicated to Þórr, in which nails were driven.

The pillar of the world, the axis around which the cosmos spin is the North Star and its further and important association with Þórr is made apparent by this practice.

The Mouth of the Wolf and Road to Hel.

Hyades open star cluster is known as Ulf’s Keptr (the Mouth of the Wolf), referring to Fenrisúlfr, however many believed that it was referred to Garmr, the guard and the protector of the gates at the end of the road to Hel.

These stars often appear in the constellation of Taurus, the brightest stars forming a ‘V’ – linking to Milky Way being that road to Hel.

The constellation of Pegasus is linked to Hellewagen, which is the wagon of the dead souls that travelled to Helweg (the gates to Hel).

Bifröst or Ásbrú is also linked to the Milky Way, while it is commonly accepted that rainbows and the aurora borealis are seen as the appearing of Bifröst, however seeing the Milky Way as the road to the underworld. During the months of winter, the world of the dead is closer to the living as this concept is seen in many Indo-Europeanpeople’s mythos, which means that rainbows were rare. Bifröst can appear in many forms, either it being a rainbow and even a Milky Way or the Northern Lights.

Sometimes Heimdallr is seen as the moon, proving further the interpretation of the Milky Way as the Bifröst during the night.

Asar Bargadi – the God’s Battlefield, is a constellation nearby the Milky Way, and is believed to be the place where a final battle will happen – identified to us as Auriga.

[wildcardjoey]

Creator made seven Amesha Spenta, Spenta Mainyu as Spirit and its properties which allow those with it to engage in Creation, Vohu Mana as the conscious mind in its pure form, Asha Vahishta as good intention and, far more so, Truth, Xshathrs Vairya as desire, Spent Armaiti as order taken as a base free if form or existence, Haurvatat as wholeness and the flow of time, Amaratat as immortality. These went on to produce many more Aeons, axamples including Sophia, Hedone, and Danu.

Corruptor then made the antithesis of each, three of which are not named in the present state of the building of the setting are unnamed, but those that are are Angra Mainyu as a corrupted spirit and its destructive tendencies, Akem Manah as a corrupted mind, Druj as Falsehood, and Eris as discord. They also produced more of assorted beings, Akem Manah in particular being Odin's great grandfather on his mother's side.

Dreamer created a number of Chaospawn, including the nameless mist, Nott, Erebus, Alvaldi, and Nyaralathotep. These would go on to produce a majority of the outer gods, including the alves as stated previously.

Destroyer produced, among others, Naglfari, Mynoghra, and Nataraja (who is also Surtr.) From his creations came the Muspell (here used as a name of a group.)

Upholder made, in particular, the Vyuha, those being Vasudeva, Sanakarsana, Pradyumma, and Aniruddha.

Unknown made primeval monsters later generations of gods would brag of slaying or taming. They included Bashmu, Usamgallu, Mushmahhu, Mushussu, Lamma the primeval cow and bull of Heaven, Uggalu, Uridimmu, Girtablulu, Umu Dabrutu, Kulullu the ancestor of the finfolk, Kusarikku, and Kingu the king of primordial monsters.

(this was going to be about more than just the elves but it got long, this is in the setting I was talking about for the Miscatonic University pit h, the setting was orriginally divided for a series on King Arthur.)

Our elves are different: Alves, a race who's shared ancestor was Alvaldi, also called Cx Ax Cluth, son of Chaos The Dreaming One herself, are an amorphous species. They count themselves among the loosely aligned tribes and confederations the Aesir collectively calls 'the Outer Gods', as the alignment is mased on mutual distrust or hatred of the Aesir, and such a name makes the mortals born of their prison for them much less likely to aid in their escapes. The hatred the Alves bear is old, as it seemed the marriage of one Alve princes to a Titan noble was enough just cause to the Aesir to conquer a number of Alvan tribes. Those conquered tribes live among the Primum Mobil, the outermost ring of islands the Aesir control, and their slums. The conquered have taken on primarily Avian and mechanical characteristics, and are called Angels and Light Elves by the Mythgarthans (a name that won't come about until long after the heat death of the universe within the prison, collectively for any mortal race that historically occupied it, but more commonly for the descendants who escaped across the web Bridge to the dream lands, in this case it refers to the peoples of the Axis world, Earth.) The unconquered remain much more varied in appearance, and are called Dark Elves.

that's cool as fuck

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what

[frecklesofhonor]

+please don't ask me to count my freckles

lethalheiress, potetohime, redscarfed-girl, alvaldi, dancing--titan

Marco was not easily embarrassed by any means.  He was comfortable with himself, usually quite confident and happy, but there was one thing that would have him clamming up and shaking every time he thought about it:  someone finding the stuffed bear that he kept tucked beneath his pillow.

And now it was gone.

He'd had the toy since he was a little boy, and it was all he had to remember his grandmother by.  Sure, it was practically falling apart, but it was his.  His security blanket of sorts.

He couldn't go around asking if anyone had seen it either.  A sixteen year old with a stuffed bear?  He'd never live it down!  The sheer sick feeling that came with losing his bear was making his performance during training suffer, though--his sparring partner kept absolutely slaughtering him.  He honestly wouldn't have been surprised if the amount of bruises he'd have after training matched his number of freckles.

"I'm sorry," Marco sighed up at his partner, just lying flat on his back when they'd flipped him for what seemed like the fiftieth time. "I'm just... distracted."

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alvaldi

"Eren... hey."

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alvaldi replied to your post: “Do not ever ask Levi to smile unless you want...

A-And he honoured your request?!

Eren, trust me, this is not a victory. This is a loss. His smile is horrifying. 

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its shit

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are htey letting you keep the dog though

yeah

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its still bullshit

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