#Haemu

[elrenphoto]

#해무,현재시각 12:45분 해안가를 덮친 해무,낮 정오시간 20m정도의 시야만,#제주#대정 노을해안로

#Haemu, which hit the coast at 12:45 p.m. current time, only a view of about 20m at noon during the day, #Jeju #DaejeongNoel Coast Road

[likethexan]

Something so hot about Zeus and Hera being the prime example of an imperfect marriage and is shown to have many issues and yet both have no problem obliterating any couple who dares to compare their marriage to theirs or calls their spouse their names or that they loved each other more than the King of the Gods loves His Queen, Goddess of Marriage

[yudrein]

shin haeryang swimming up to daehan island with rico, pissed off at having to leave park muheyon behind like, fuck kim jaehee, fuck the cult, fuck that shark, fuck that stupid fucking necklace, only to see the aforementioned dentist standing on the beach, his hair turned white (why? how?), waiting for him.

[calvalia]

What is one of her myths?

The Myth of the Lily of the Valley

It is said that a beautiful princess named Calvalia from a lost kingdom in the east (once known as Atlantis) drank a tonic of this poisonous flower to escape an arranged marriage. Moved by the lengths she went to find escape, the West Wind Zephyrus resurrected her as one of his kin and brought her with him to Mt. Haemus. It is believed that where her tears fall, a lily of the valley sprouts in its place. Thus, the delicate white blooms began to thrive in the lands of Ancient Greece.

These flowers would catch the attention of the God Apollo, who was intrigued by their unique appearance and medicinal qualities. Following a trail of them led him to the weeping anemoi, whom he comforted with a song. They formed a bond as they sang together, and having won her trust and affection, she pledged her loyalty to serve him on Mt. Olympus. His fondness for her flowers, the lily of the valley, would also earn it the name “Apollinaris.”

*some versions of the myth claim that Apollo took Calvalia from Mt. Haemus to spite Zephyrus, who had caused the death of his lover Hyacinthus.

[blizzards-and-breezes]

Khione’s Family

Parents

Father: Boreas

“BOREAS was the purple-winged god of the north wind, one of the four seasonal Anemoi (Wind-Gods). He was also the god of winter who swept down from the cold mountains of Thrake (Thrace), chilling the air with his icy breath.” Source

Mother: Oreithyia

“OREITHYIA (Orithyia) was the mountain-nymph wife of Boreas the North-Wind who dwelt with her husband in a cave on Mount Haimos (Haemus) in Thrake. […] Oreithyia was probably the goddess of chill mountain winds for her name means ‘mountain-rager’" Source

Siblings

"While Orithyia was playing by the Ilissos river, Boreas carried her off and had intercourse with her; and she bore daughters, Kleopatra (Cleopatra) and Khione (Chione), and winged sons, Zetes and Kalais (Calais)." Source

Zetes and Kalais

“Zetes and Calais were the sons of Boreas, the North Wind, in Greek mythology. They were known as the Boreads, the winged sons of the wind, and were prominent figures in the story of Jason and the Argonauts, the legendary crew of heroes led by Jason on their quest for the Golden Fleece. Zetes and Calais were famous for their incredible speed and their ability to fly due to their wings, which they inherited from their father. Their wings were said to be as strong as those of birds, allowing them to soar through the air with great agility.” Source

Kleopatra

“Cleopatra, daughter of Boreas (North wind) and the Athenian princess, Oreithyia. She was the first wife of Phineus by whom he had a pair of sons” Source

Other children of Boreas include Butes and Haemus

Lovers

In the myths, Khione had one lover, Poseidon.

“Khione (Chione) had intercourse with Poseidon, and when she gave birth to Eumolpos (Eumolpus), without letting her father [Boreas] know, she threw the baby into the deep sea to avoid discovery.” Source

Children

Eumolpos

“Khione (Chione) had connexion with Poseidon, and having given birth to Eumolpos (Eumolpus) unknown to her father, in order not to be detected, she flung the child into the deep. But Poseidon picked him up and conveyed him to Aithiopia (Ethiopia), and gave him to Benthesikyme (Deep Wave), a daughter of his own by Amphitrite, to bring up.” Source

[wondrous-art]

Low key obsessed with drawing

@kits-carnival's OC Haemus. I really like the Miinu version they designed and wanted test what would happen if I drew him in the same chibi style I draw Cullen in.

[stalkerofthegods]

Boreas straight to the Info, deep dive.

Boreas (North Wind), 

Description - the personification of the north wind in Greek mythology 

Animals• horses, black horses

Colors • purple (royalty)

Crystal•Apophyllite, Aventurine, Green Aventurine, Green Sapphire, Green Tourmaline, Desert Rose, Herkimer Diamond, Jasper Polychronic, K2 Stone, Leopard Skin Jasper, (all crystals are based off what he is the god of.) 

Jewelry • stuff with Wings. 

Names• father of horses' , Boreas

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Patron• the cold north wind, storms, and winter.

offerings• wine

Zodiac •Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces

Symbols • Conch Shell, Billowing Cloak, Wings

Vows/omans•According to Pausanias boreas blessed musaeus with flight

Number• 4 ( winter is the fourth season)

Morals• morally gray.

Courting• Oreithyia

Personality• violent temper, 

Diety of• Boreas Is also a god of dragons, loyalty, kingship and protection in some sources, also good luck. also is a tutelage god 

equivalent• Aquilo (Roman), Septentrio (Roman), and LEN (female equivalent) 

Home• sky, Mount Olympus, perhaps on the North side of the mountain 

dislikes • pan, helios maybe.

Roots•The Greeks believed that his home was in Thrace, And perhaps "Beyond the North Wind" which the people lived in complete happiness and had extraordinarily long lifespans.

Siblings• Eurus, Notus, Zephyrus, Eosphorous/Hespherus, Pyroeis, Stilbon, Ohaetgon, Oharnon, Memnon, Emathion, Astraea

Friends• His wife Oreithyia, Athenians, and himself, and horses, and pretty much of the theoi. 

Omans • black horses 

Appearance in astral or gen• winged, bearded, and powerful; he wears a short, perhaps purple pleated tunic (relations as a royal), Greek skinned, sometimes as a young man with shaggy hair and beard, holding a conch shell and wearing a billowing cloak. in art he was usually depicted with winged human feet. In ancient art, with shaggy hair that is sometimes frosted and spiked. sometimes depicted with serpent tails instead of feet.

Parentage• Eos and astraeus ( goddess of dawn and a minor star-god.) 

Children • Zetes, Calais, Cleopatra, Chione, Tweleve Colts, Cyparissa. Other occasionally named children of Boreas also were the Aurai, the breezes, even though these nymphs were normally classified as daughters of Oceanus; Butes and Lycurgus, brothers which were made insane by Dionysus, and also the hubristic King Haemus of Thrace. Boreas had four more equine offspring with one of the Ernyes which now belongs to Ares the god of war.

Season• Winter 

Status• A minor god, is one of four Anemoi.

symbolizes • the dramatic change of winter and the chilling effects that came with it.

Facts• helped Athenians in exchange for a temple, married into it by Eos

Major Temples • Athenians built him a sanctuary or altar near the Ilissus

Major festivals• Boreasmi or Boreasmus, (Herodotus believed that a Festival of Boreas was initiated during the Persian War.)

Major festivals• Boreasmi or Boreasmus, (Herodotus believed that a Festival of Boreas was initiated during the Persian War.) 

Prayers•

“Boreas, whose wint'ry blasts, terrific, tear the bosom of the deep surrounding air; Cold icy pow'r, approach, and fav'ring blow, and Thrace a while desert expos'd to snow: The misty station of the air dissolve, with pregnant clouds, whose frames in show'rs resolve: Serenely temper all within the sky, and wipe from moisture, Æther's beauteous eye.”

Links/websites/sources •

<a href="https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/gods/boreas/">Boreas: https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net</a> - Greek Gods & Goddesses, November 16, 2021

Boreas is important in the eco-system and is wise, you see him every day in the wind, whether you see it or not. Praise Boreas.

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

This is my first deep dive from 2 years ago, now I have about more than 12

[alexesguerra]

Bee Tarot Bee Tarot Contributor(s): Hughes, Kristoffer (Author) , Turner, Nadia (Author) Publisher: Llewellyn Publications Physical Info: 2.05" H x 8.35" L x 5.67" W (1.85 lbs) "We follow the keeper's journey into the magical world of bees, and learn about their life-cycle and their mythological and cultural qualities. There's an old adage which runs 'Ask the wild bee what the old druids knew' and this is perfectly encapsulated in this deck and book set." --Watkins: Mind Body Spirit Biographical Note: Kristoffer Hughes (Wales) is Chief of the Anglesey Druid Order, a Mount Haemus Scholar, and a member of the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids. He is a teacher, writer, workshop leader, and guest speaker at Pagan conferences, camps, and festivals throughout the United Kingdom, Europe, and North America. Hughes worked professionally for His Majesty's Coroner for over thirty years. He is a Welsh language television presenter and actor. He's the author of From the Cauldron Born, The Book of Celtic Magic, As the Last Leaf Falls (previously titled The Journey into Spirit), and Cerridwen, as well as the creator of both the Celtic Tarot and the Yuletide Tarot. Visit his Facebook page for news and events. You can also visit him at www.AngleseyDruidOrder.co.uk. Nadia Turner is an artist who creates wayward wonders out of a little studio up in the magical Dandenong Ranges just outside of Melbourne. Her illustrations are heavily influenced by ancient myth, fairytales, witchcraft, and the worlds of the Fae. She graduated with a Diploma of Illustration from Melbourne Polytechnic in 2005 and has since worked as an illustrator and artist, exhibiting in a number of solo and group shows within Australia and overseas. She has created illustrations for a variety of clients from within the publishing industry as well as commissions for private individuals and businesses. She also illustrated several children's books, The Mists of Avalon Oracle, and the Bee Tarot. Visit her at NadiaTurner.com.au. Contributor Bio:Hughes, Kristoffer Kristoffer Hughes (Wales) is Chief of the Anglesey Druid Order, a Mount Haemus Scholar, and a member of the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids. He is a teacher, writer, workshop leader, and guest speaker at Pagan conferences, camps, and festivals throughout the United Kingdom, Europe, and North America. Hughes worked professionally for His Majesty's Coroner for over thirty years. He is a Welsh language television presenter and actor. He's the author of From the Cauldron Born, The Book of Celtic Magic, As the Last Leaf Falls (previously titled The Journey into Spirit), and Cerridwen, as well as the creator of both the Celtic Tarot and the Yuletide Tarot. Visit his Facebook page for news and events. You can also visit him at www.AngleseyDruidOrder.co.uk. Contributor Bio:Turner, Nadia Nadia Turner is an artist who creates wayward wonders out of a little studio up in the magical Dandenong Ranges just outside of Melbourne. Her illustrations are heavily influenced by ancient myth, fairytales, witchcraft, and the worlds of the Fae. She graduated with a Diploma of Illustration from Melbourne Polytechnic in 2005 and has since worked as an illustrator and artist, exhibiting in a number of solo and group shows within Australia and overseas. She has created illustrations for a variety of clients from within the publishing industry as well as commissions for private individuals and businesses. She also illustrated several children's books, The Mists of Avalon Oracle, and the Bee Tarot. Visit her at NadiaTurner.com.au.

[lyrics365]

Orca

chaoreuneun cheok dolaseoneun daleun eoseureum yeokin chae ireotge hayatge urineun yeojeonhi gal goteul ileoyo biteul damayo biteul damayo biteul damayo baekyareul baraeyo heudeureojineun haemu supyeongseon neomeoro ireotge hayatge biteul damayo biteul damayo biteul damayo biteul damayo biteul noraehaeyo churakhaneun dal sarajilkka yeongwon eoseureum yeokin chae ireotge hayatge 차오르는 척 돌아서는 달은 어스름…

[yudrein]

muhyeon reunion with engineer team ga, emma, kim gayoung, yoo geumi, tumanaco

[superscrub323]

Nike and Athena 'try' to hang out.

After a recent victory on a battlefield between Athens and Sparta

Athena: Alright then! Now that the battle's done it's time to track the soldiers, equipment, and negotiate the terms of peace.

Nike bored out of her skull: Okay, do you have any plans afterwards? Partying, Drinking, maybe some fun at the local brothel?

Athena: Don't be silly, you know we don't do that. Now...

Nike: Actually I just realized that Kratos and Bia needed me for something important so...I gotta go, but talk to you later.

Athena watches Nike fly away: Okay bye...

Meanwhile on Mt. Haemus, Thrace

Ares and his Retinue of Eris, Enyo, Phobos, Deimos, and various Daemones in his palace partying after another successful battle with Enyo having an arm wrestling contest with Deimos while everyone else cheered!

Everyone else: GO! GO! GO! GO!

Eris: Come on baby! Beat that brat!

Enyo then pins Deimos and drinks a heavy mug of Olympian Wine before deeply kissing her girlfriend Eris.

Enyo: HA HAH! You lost little man! And THAT is why I'm called the Goddess of War and why Athena can bite me!

Ares laughed: Careful, she might hear that and turn you into a spider!

Everyone else laughed uproariously.

Enyo: Oh she can try!

Nike appears with a barrel of wine: I can't believe you all...GOT STARTED WITHOUT ME!

Nike brings in more wine to celebrate because what good is being a Goddess of Victory if you don't know how to celebrate? Then everyone got drunk and partied so hard that Dionysus somehow spawned...and joined in leading to further partying.

[wondrous-art]

A dumb little comic I thought of after forcefully inserting Cullen into @kits-carnival's universe. Haemus and Laine belong to him. DW, Cullen's not gonna actually steal his girl... not yet at least.

[lostwcnderlands]

rarely did the goddess of snow, born of the northern winds, ever venture further than ice-capped mountains. never was it to cast her fair skin in the eye of the sun’s beating heat, bring with it the sensation of a singe as it burned across her shoulders. the lick of fire flame in the forge made the goddess nervous, hands held close to her body to avoid any unintentional scorching. sweat beaded across her bow, the thick coat of shades of crystal && blue drooping in the weight of such thick air.

one of the forgotten deities; the daughter of one without temples && cults devoted in his name. the castles of snow were where she took to her solace, content to let the world && its creatures pass her by with the endless passage of time. she cared little, more often than not, for the antics of others both mortal && not. a quiet goddess, a private muse.

but a lonely one, too. for even she was prone to sleepless, anxious nights. caught in the eternal winter with little else than the north wind’s song as it whistled through barren trees to fill her ears with company. so she had ventured deeper, testing her limits, finding horrors in the sparks that glowed around the man born of everything she’s been too afraid to even name. for a moment, she stood awestruck, captivated and repulsed in one. so this was the man of legend, the one she’d gone through hellfire to seek.

for a moment, she’d forgotten how to speak. lips parting, but nothing happening. ice fractals cresting over unused lungs, a voice left as forgotten as the woman with translucency in her skin, and icicles melting in her hair. star-studded lashes that dripped like tears to her cheeks with every second spent in the forge’s deep. khione stared with her lips agape not at what hephaestus lacked, but what all he had gained. the priestess of the world’s coldest nights bowed her head in the presence of his terrifying, burning power - somehow, suddenly, overcome with a deep sense of shame. she did not expect him to know her name, for there were no songs that could sung of a nymph such as her, not like the epics crafted in his image. to her knees, ash staining pure white skirts that billowed about her frame, the goddess sank. “ i do not pretend to come under any false intention. “ she croaked, finding her voice at last. it tore through her lungs like ice shards, cracking with effort, like a great winter'slong awaited thaw. “ i admit, i have come here selfishly. with little to offer, its true, i fully expect you to cast me away. worthy of your forge, that… i cannot make any promise... “ her heart was a stallion, racing within her frame. “ but even mount haemus has heard tales of your name. your masterful hands… and the magic you create. northern nights have begun to leave feeling afraid. if you were to agree, or set a price i could dream to pay - i wondered… if there was any way you could make for me something to help chase this crushing loneliness away. “ a companion of metal, a friend of wires && steel, even in her request, khione wasn’t sure if it could be real.

open starter. this is my (testing) hephaestus muse. his forge is located on the island of lemnus.

The forge crackled around him, sparks leaping like fireflies in the dim glow of molten metal. He was mid-swing, hammering out a piece of celestial bronze, when the sound of footsteps reached him—uninvited. Hephaestus paused, his grip tightening on the haft of his hammer. Whether it was a mortal fool or one of his godly kin, he’d hear them out. But his patience, like the fire of his forge, burned hot and quick today. “Speak,” he rumbled, his voice like the grinding of stone, “and don’t waste my time.”

He was no stranger to interruptions. The gods, with their endless demands for weapons, trinkets, or displays of superiority, were frequent visitors to his forge. They were rarely grateful, often entitled, and quick to claim his work as their own. Mortals, on the other hand, came with humility—or sheer audacity. He had a grudging respect for those who dared to stand before him, though even then, he was selective. Crafting was an art, and his forge was no place for frivolous requests or false intentions.

Raising his eyes to the intruder, Hephaestus waited, letting the silence stretch long enough to test their resolve. Perhaps they were staring at his one missing eye, or his right leg and arm, both made of iron? His uneven lips? How dared they... “If you’ve come here with no words, turn back now,” he said, setting the hammer down with a resonant clang. “My forge listens only to those who bring purpose—and something worth my time.”

[catilinas]

joining the civil war on the side of BLOOD MOUNTAIN and also BONE MOUNTAIN

[deceiver-a-day]

Siadau Haemus

The Keystone of Siadau Haemus

• [x] combines the energies of everything involved 

• [x] keeps things from collapsing 

• [x] sits at the top

• [x] does not fall on heads

• [x] is made of stone

• [x] doesn’t go anywhere

[easterneuropeancrafts]

View of Mount Emo [Haemus] or Great Balkan in Bulgaria with guards assembled to collect a toll from travellers. ca. 1800. Luigi Mayer

Victoria and Albert Museum