#Polus

[moltara]

yayyyy the party met my other npc today in dnd :3

[cossmoluck]

FINALLY back again with an original piece!🔥🔥🔥

this skin feels so SO underrated & it breaks my hear since polus looks SO COOL

[radiantrookie]

[miravariable]

some art i've drawn for the dnd campaign i'm dming for some friends! (they finally met my 2nd important npc, Polus!)

[dionysusfanatic]

I hate the fact that the only things we know about Koios/Coeus/Polus is that he is the son of Gaia and Ouranus, he was the father of Leto and Asteria, and that a late roman source says he went mad and escaped tartarus. anything else are just assumptions about his name (Coeus means query, so he is treated like a god of intelligence/knowledge; and Polus refers to the northern pillar that held Ouranus when Cronos castrated him)

I'm so interested in worshipping him but there's barely any information 😭

[theoihalioistuff]

Does anybody know where Theoi gets the theory that the titans (save for Okeanos and Kronos) held Ouranos down and were associated with the cardinal points?

The titans attacking Ouranos as a collective body, save for Okeanos, is attested (Apollod. 1.1.4 and Orphic Fr. 135 Kern), though how they participate is to my knowledge never expanded upon. Though Theoi cites nebulous "near-eastern cosmogonies" as parallels, I've yet to find these (despite the popularity of the motif throughout many other mythical traditions).

Koios being named Polus by Hyginus (Fabulae. Preface) is certainly very interesting. Πόλος could sometimes refer to the Pole Star, and Leto is sometimes described as hailing from Hyperborea (Ael. On Animals. 4.4) or being brought to Delos by the North Wind (Hyginus Fabulae 53 and 140). Though a connection to the North is not impossible, it's nevertheless conjecture. Likewise Hyperion's association with the East is, again, not impossible, but also eyebrow-raising. Krios' identification with the constellation Aries and the South is, to put it generously, wacko conspiracy, and Iapetos' association with the West is non-existent.

Is this an invention of Theoi, or is it based on any previous scholarly discussion?

[moodboard-creator]

a moodboard of polus from among us, with themes of snow and purple, requested by anon

[veracity-and-co]

... Maybe we shouldn't think too much on this.

[marine-indie-gal]

Little Personal take on the Roman Counterparts for the Greek Titanesses and Titans. Even I myself manage to come up with some Fan-Made Name Counterparts for some of these Other Gods instead of having the same counterparts have the same name as each other.

UPDATED: 11/4/2023; Since I no longer made a concept where Pontus and Thalassa were Titans (which I did regret making up that choice), I’ve decided to now stick with the Other Water Gods (who are the Parents of the Nereids) in my AU as Titans.

Titanesses and Titans (c) Greco-Roman Mythology SpongeBob Depiction of The Titans (c) Me

[crimson-wardens-abs]

[ask-the-crewmates]

Redesign for Yua

[adoncats]

thought this was among us 😭🙏 

olympian greek gods designs and animal associations I plan on assigning their designs with :D

apollo - stag ☑️

artemis - deer ☑️

athena - owl ☑️

hermes - rooster ☑️

poseidon - shark ☑️

hades - ram ☑️

zeus - eagle

hera - ox

aphrodite - swan (?)

ares - boar (?)

dionysius - panther

hephaestus - dog maybe? not fully sure

Demeter - serpent/snake

[dionysusfanatic]

heyyyyy!!!! anyone in here worships Coeus/Koios/Polus?? he's the titan of intelligence, grandfather of Apollon. i feel like I really resonate with him, but I haven't seen much worship of him. if you do please tell me what devotional acts/offerings I can do to him pls <3333

[polutrope]

For the birthday event... Maedhros, Maglor, the river Gelion? 👀❤️

also for @theghostinthemargins who requested Maedhros & Maglor, Himring

Maedhros & Maglor, a getaway on the Gelion. Rated G, 900 words. Written by @polutrope and @melestasflight. On AO3.

“Káno,” Maedhros said, voice dipping with displeasure on the second syllable, “do you mean to tell me you took me from overseeing the construction of the great gate of my new fortress… for a pond?”

“A pond?” Maglor laughed. “This is a glorious, crystalline swimming hole!”

“It is a hole, I’ll grant you that. You told me it was urgent.” Maedhros rubbed at the back of his neck and sighed noisily. “Stop laughing. I am not amused. We will have to make the journey back in the dark now, and the horses will be tired.”

“Not to worry!” Maglor patted his mare’s saddlebags. “I brought us all the necessaries for at least three days camping.”

“No!” cried Maedhros. “We are not camping! There is work to be done! Tomorrow the workmen are due to set the foundations of the north tower; I must be present to approve the plans of the tile-settings for the west kitchens — and before you say I can entrust that to Lostir, let me remind you of the pattern he approved for the crenellations — what is the matter with you?”

“The kitchens!” Maglor wheezed, doubled-over and clutching his stomach. “Crenellations! Oh! ho! Yes, yes, you had better be sure the kitchens are tiled to your liking, as I am certain you will be spending so much time in the kitchens!”

“I might. Once we are settled. Didn’t you say yourself that I should find new ways of 'expressing myself'?” Maedhros scowled. “And what if I am needed to assist with transporting stones from the quarry? It is good for the workmen’s morale if I participate in the labour.”

“Nelyo,” Maglor said, collecting himself. “Do you remember the year when Amil persuaded Atar to hire Rauron to oversee the restoration of the Mindon’s mosaics, so that he need not go into Tirion himself?”

“Yes,” said Maedhros, glaring. “And I know exactly where you are going with this. This is not like that. This is warfare, this is lordship, it is not mere… decorative restoration.”

“Decorative? It is good Atar cannot hear you now. But no, that is not what I was getting at. Do you remember, that time he took us with him to show us the project, how obvious it was to us — not to him, of course — how little the craftsmen appreciated his interference? Hóndil all but rolled his eyes right out of his head every time Atar turned his back.”

Maedhros went silent and looked away. Maglor waited. At last, he cleared his throat. “Do you think… ? I am not as bad as Father… ? Really?”

Maglor took several steps over the mossy riverbank to stand behind him. He gave his brother’s back three reassuring pats. “Yes, Nelyo. I’m afraid that is really how they feel about your participation. They respect you of course, immensely. But I fear if you do not leave them a little more space, where their expertise is concerned, it may wear away at their fondness for you. Besides,” he said, nudging Maedhros round to face him, “you have been working too hard. What good is a castle with strong foundations if its lord is brittle with cares?”

“I am not brittle,” Maedhros sneered, and shoved Maglor off him. But then his face broadened into a smile and he shook his head. “Fine, you make a strong case. I only wish you had not used deceit to bring me here.”

“There was no deceit!” cried Maglor. “The sky portends rain tomorrow – it was urgent that you visit this pool of the Gelion while the weather is pleasant.”

Maedhros dragged a long breath through his nose, then released it. “It is so quiet,” he said. 

Not so to Maglor: the Gelion bubbled and rushed and the wind rustled the grasses and the birds chittered in the trees, but he did not trouble to correct his brother. There is noise, and there is sound, and to many the latter is quiet. 

“I can hear myself think,” said Maedhros, “and I do not like it.”

There it was. “Yes, the mind will clamour rather loudly for attention when you have given it no opportunity to be heard for so long. But it will go away.”

Maedhros hummed his agreement.

“You know what helps?” asked Maglor, and winked.

“Cold water,” Maedhros answered, deadpan — and was well-prepared for Maglor’s assault, leveraging his much longer limbs to seize Maglor by the waist as he ran at him, then diverting the momentum to hurl Maglor directly into the pool, fully-clothed.

“You brute!” Maglor cried through his laughter, and swung his arms over a log that drifted near the water’s edge. 

“Repayment for your guile.”

“Fair,” said Maglor, and flopped lazily onto his back. He dipped down — the kicked as hard as he could, sending a spray of water into Maedhros’ face. “Now get in, you insufferable rat!”

“Watch how you speak to your lord!” Maedhros jested. 

Then he sat to pull off his boots and roll his trousers to his knees. Wading in, he hissed when his feet touched the water. Maglor drifted, without interfering, watching the lines of care slowly fade from his brother’s face as he surrendered to the waters of their new home.

[vullen]

quick thumbnail art 💜 mwehehe

been a bit since i made a video :>

[veracity-and-co]

My dear brother...