#ancient atlanteans

[harrelltut]

but... but... what about our ancient 9 ether underground subterranean [u.s.] atlantean [usa] indian ocean city ancestors [ca] of shamballah’s aghaarta interdimensionally [a.i.] travelling underneath 2023 sunken [u.s.] place [up] america?!?!?!

IMMORTAL U.S. MILITARY KING SOLOMON- MICHAEL HARRELL, JR.™

ommmmm

1968 gen x him [michael] healing powers of his own interdimensional 9 [i9] ether sky god mind

sunken place 2023 america shall sink underneath the ocean again... buckle up!!!

not us golden 9 ether aurora borealis peoples of nature's golden black sun of atlantis?!?!?!

we rise underneath sunken [u.s.] place [up] 2023 america

we anu beginning... again!!!

yup... it's us!!!

we back!!!

1968 gen x him [michael] anu alyun alyun el

our father, who art in heaven, hallowed bee thy name michael; let his kingdom come, let his will bee done on earth as it is in our mother's sky heavens... as she provides us everyday with our daily bread; and empower our spiritual weapons of mass destruction as we go to 2023 war with those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation... now jehovah okcult bible [job] witness [jw] us divinely chosen [d.c.] 144,000 from 2024... deliver us from the evil virus of present day humanity

[willosword]

obsessed with the sheer nonchalance cecil exudes when telling mark he's gonna have to marry some random fish queen. truly just another tuesday at the gda

[zahri-melitor]

Me: I am PRETTY sure you are an important character later on, Warlord backup Arion.

DC Database:

Oh good. This is your first appearance ever. I should concentrate.

Also I think you MIGHT be part of the missing link I’m trying to figure out between Skartaris’s ancient Atlantean past and you know, Aquaman Atlantis and ITS ancient Atlantean past.

[ormymarius]

if I had a nickel for every time orm had some odd connection to an ancient atlantean king, I’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[acupofsolacemoved]

I think Percy should take Annabeth to Atlantis after it's rebuild/while they're rebuilding it and play translator for Annabeth so she can ask any and all questions about the architecture, the techniques they're using, the history of those techniques and architecture and anything else she can think of

[doomstarmagician]

" I know they're not really there, but... I like to think of the stars as my friends ...Do you feel the same? "

@airxn

“But they are there,” he said, his voice filled with awe as his gaze rose skyward. Though perhaps it came as little surprise to hear himself of all people say that. The perspective was different when one could traverse among the stars, and the cosmos-kissed magician did so quite often; almost on a nightly basis these days. “And I’ll always hold the same sentiment you do.”

He reached out as if to drag his fingers through the dark blanket that was the night sky, as if to scoop a few stars into his palm and bring them closer for Airin to see in person. Doomstar could technically remove himself from the confines of Earth and ascend back into the dark vastness to bring back a star, but that would mean he was ditching Airin to do so… and he didn’t want to leave his new company so soon.

But he was a magician, and a creature who lurked in the night. Beholding stars, creating their likeness, manifesting them was exactly in his nature. So for this one night, he decided, if he couldn’t take Airin into space on a whim then he’d just have to cosmos-conjure a little piece of space from where he sat. Holding his hand out in front of him, Doomstar muttered a word or two in a language dead to the world. A quick incantation in his native tongue was all it took for a his magic to burst to life in his palm. Starlight pooled and glimmered brightly, and he scattered it all around them in but a breath.

“I like to think that considering the stars as your friends is a good thing, Airin. They’re always there, even if we can’t always see them. They listen to our hopes, our dreams, our fears and wishes. They can guide you, keep you company, and you can tell them all your secrets.”

He paused for only a moment, his eyes tracing the twinkling specks of light shining around them, before adding “I think they’re friend shaped.”

[laurenfoxmakesthings]

I was looking up Atlantis since the last* Man From C.A.M.P. novel had Atlantis (and I will include it in my book in a different way), and I stumbled upon...something.

See, I want the world of my book to balance in between plausible and implausible, and so sometimes I worry if I'm being too unrealistic (even with making Atlantis as the ceiling of believability for my Agents of C.A.M.P. series). And then reality goes 'no, I'm that weird, libertarians tried to make their own capitalist Atlantis'.

[fire-fira]

Oh the joys of being a language nerd and wanting to get all of the canon-to-YJA Atlantean down in my Atlantean dictionary for reference, finally sitting down and looking at scripts for episodes where I know there's Atlantean spoken, and getting met with:

[SPEAKS ATLANTEAN] for several lines in a row

just the translated subtitles

lines not even included

results that aren't what I'm looking for at all (mostly stuff from Atlantis: The Lost Empire)

On one hand I get it, people who pulled together those scripts were focused more on recording the scripts for the story and the plot (and not so much on painstakingly figuring out what the exact sounds for words in a conglang-based-on-ancient-Greek were and reasonably transcribing them), buuuuuut on the other hand it's still frustrating.

SIGH.

[rebornmystixx]

do u understand that you’re a mystix in the breeze

the fishes in the deep seas

ya fall w/ the falling leaves

& grow w/flowers in spring

the summertime you’re shining

7/25/23

Post #1

[iincantatorum]

Apollymi's verses are limited, but there are two main ones:

Apollymi || V1; History Professor [modern day]

Apollymi || V2; Atlantean Princess [royalty/ancient]

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[zahri-melitor]

Watching Season 2 of Ancient Apocalypse with a friend and we have a drinking game where we drink every time the show pointedly doesn’t say ‘Ancient Atlanteans’ even as they clearly want to.

[evilwizard]

never has there been a series with more underutilized background lore than the Chronicles of Narnia. book one establishes that there exists a world-between-the-worlds, an infinite glade that can be accessed only via ancient Atlantean magic, fractaling in all directions with infinite crystal-clear pools of water representing the various dimensions of the multiverse—dimensions which contain realms of gods and technology, and magic of various types, and different magical systems for each dimension, and dead worlds, and worlds that have not yet sprung to life, and a million other wonders. book two has a talking beaver

[silverslipstream]

Picked the Atlantean supersoldier.

"Hey, Eshmunazar, could you... can you even try these fried mushrooms?"

"MY MOUTH NO LONGER FUNCTIONS, AS THE MUSCLES WHICH OPEN MY JAW HAVE LONG SINCE WASTED FROM DISUSE. I AM BEING KEPT ALIVE THROUGH LIFE-SUPPORT SYSTEMS THAT LIQUIDISE MY FOOD FOR ME AND PUMP IT DIRECTLY INTO MY STOMACH. THE HINGED MOUTHPIECE ON MY ARMOUR IS THUS A USELESS DECORATION, INTENDED FOR A KINDER BODY."

"So you don't like mushrooms, then? I mean, I get it, they're kind of a love-it-or-hate-it food-"

"...I DIDN'T SAY NO. COULD YOU OPEN THE GROOVED PANEL ABOVE MY RIGHT HIP AND PUT SOME OF YOUR MUSHROOMS IN? THEY WILL BE LIQUIDISED AUTOMATICALLY, THOUGH MY ARMOUR'S CREATORS WERE BENEVOLENT ENOUGH TO ALLOW FOOD TO RETAIN SOME SEMBLANCE OF TASTE."

"Fuck yeah, Esh! Dude, this is awesome. Wait until you try lasagna."

Reblog to go on a date with your monster. Like to give them a little gift.

Look under the cut to see what meeting your joyfriend is like.

1 you walk into a messy apartment, it looks like this is their first place where they live alone, away from other angels. They're sitting on a Lome mattress, cuddling a stuffed animal and watching TV. Despite everything they're still beautiful, their body youthful, and sexless, and athletic, their four white wings forever stained with blood. They look up at you with rose gold eyes, afraid, apologizing for if they scared you. But to their surprise you don't shy away from them, and somehow they feel safe and pure when you sit down to talk to them.

2 you see them in the shadows, alone in the dark of an empty park, changing shape, first a muscular humanoid in armor, then a wolf dancing through the night, then a combination of both, then finally a modern human in a ragged trenchcoat. Despite all their forms, their eyes are always the same. They come up to you and bow with a smile on their face. You slowly aproch them, for whatever reason their voice seems so familiar. You greet them with your hand as you would an animal, even as they're in human form, as you slowly pet their scars for the first time.

3 within the golden halls of an ornate train station you see them for the first time, through the crowd with inhumanly green eyes. They notice you despite everyone else. And you notice everything off about them, the wrong numbers of teeth, their hands occasionally having more or less then five fingers before returning back to normal. It's wordless but it doesn't need words for you to tell them that they don't need to pretend to be human around you. And for a momment you see them, naked, with branches for antlers, and the wings of a monarch butterfly, a serpent's head where a human’s genitals would be, and teeth made out of broken glass, and then only a rose exists where they once stood, but you know you'll see them again.

4 you see them for the first time in an empty parking lot, a massive creature with black eyes and countless legs, glowing yet dark, as they come twords you they take notes in an unknowable language. They inspect you as the dark matter pitter patters across your face. You expect them to hurt you as they reach out their claw but they only gently pet your head. You can tell that they're suprised, you're more receptive then most humans are. They give you a small peice of food to let you eat right from their claw, and it tastes batter then anything on earth.

5 you meet them in a café on a quiet side street. They don't like being seen by too many people. Their body is beautiful, but so inhuman, tall and slender, with silvery armor covering them from the neak down, their face pale and their eyes long since ripped out and replaced with red mechanical replacements. They're a bit afraid you won't be ok with them when you first meet them, but you start talking, and though they're shy at first they like the sound of your voice. They let you pet their head and they cuddle up to you, and their body is warm like a churning machine as you hug them for the first time, and they feel comforted in your arms.

6 you see them in a dark subway station. They clearly once were human, centuries ago, their body forever young, but pale and skinny, their eyes turned white and their mouth jawless and fanged like a lampry's. Their body is entirely sexless, barely shielded from the cold by a ragged suit. Most people avoid them, but you ask if they're ok and they just look up at you, when you ask if they're hungry they nod. You agree to give them some blood, and it feels like they're giving you little kisses as you offer them your wrist. When they're full you hug their cold body, and for a momment they're made warm.

7 an undead servent slowly brings them over to you in a wheelchair. Though their mansion is beautiful it's trapped in time, and dark even in the daytime. You can see the computer they're trapped in, it must be decades old by now. They look at you with an avatar meant to look like a drawing of themself, or at least how they'd want to look. Something about them makes you want to touch them, but you know you never can. You put your hand to the screen, and you can feel the magic flow through you, and for a momment that's enough.

8 you see them sitting there alone in a bar. A slender androgynous humanoid, they're wearing a black suit but upon closer examination it's part of their body, never to be taken off. You sit next to them, and they smile at you, you talk for a few moments and it's like they know more about the universe then you could ever imagine. They pet your head, and it feels like it'll kill you, but it only makes you feel more alive. They hand you a business card with their number on it, it says they're a servent of hades, they tell you you can contact them again if you like, they'll be around. When you look again they're entirely gone once more.

9 walking through an abandoned mall you see them, a life sized puppet, with stars and moons on its outfit, and a painted mask for a face. Coming closer to them you can see there's red liquid on them, and strange otherworldly bugs and mushrooms on their body. When you try to touch them they float in the air, and move as if they're alive, for a momment you think they'll hurt you but they run away. When you find them again, tracking them down to a dark arcade, you see they're crying. They expect you to hurt them but you reach out to help them instead, nobody's ever tried to help them like that before...

10 you see them ontop of a skyscraper's roof. They youthful human wearing a leather jacket smiling as a massive reptile, with bat like wings, and massive steel fangs, and a tail like a scorpion's flies down to them. You wonder if they'll try to calm it but instead they move together like one being, their eyes the same yellow color. The creature comes twords you, fire in its mouth, and poison in its teeth. You realize the two beings are one in the same, as the wyvern bows its head, ready for you to ride it, with its human body at your side.

11 for a momment they chase you through the night, the hooded masked figure running twords you, blade in hand. But as you cross the street they can't follow, it's as if they've hit a wall. The gods themselves have bound them. While you're in safety you look at them, there's a sadness behind that mask. You wonder, if they can't hurt you here, would there be any reason to hate them, would they choose to spare you if they knew your face, your voice...

12 all you can see is blackness, yet there is no darkness, only this slick metallic liquid around you. The lake bubbles up creating a false body with its fluid, first male, then female, then both, then neither. It beckons you in, and you know it would not let you drown. When you step inside all you can feel, all you can see, is the fluid around you, and you feel as if you're being held.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny- pt. 10

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9]

“This you?”

Danny glanced at the stone tablet in Spoiler’s hands and groaned, Phantom form flickering with embarrassment as his face got even more neon green. It was indeed him.

——

The first Atlantean and Ghost King encounter went something like this:

Imagine Danny, sleep deprived. Easy enough. Now, imagine Danny, trying to corral a ghost that had a penchant for sea life.

“Alabastor, I swear to Ancients, if you don’t get back here, I’m gonna make you into ghost sea-food boil!” Danny yelled as he chased Alabastor through the ghost zone. The crustacean shaped ghost cackled, skittering along the Zone.

"Make me, Phantom! You have not seen the might of the sea!"

"That's it, soup-time, crabby!"

Danny dove after Alabastor, chasing him face first into a temporal portal and right into the sea.

"BEHOLD!" Alabastor rumbled, claws raised and sea churning around him. Danny flew at him, noticing the screaming people below. He quickly raised a dome of clear ice to protect their entire city before returning his attention back to the giant crustacean. The distraction cost him, as Alabastor blasted him with a beam of his power. "THE MIGHT OF THE SEA!"

"SOUP!" Danny bellowed back, Alabastor's power forcing him into a giant crab form, aside from, hilariously, his head. Danny, always quick to adapt, slammed a massive claw straight into one of Alabastor's eyes and popped open the Fenton Thermos with a feral grin. In but moments, Danny manages to soup Alabastor but not before slamming him down onto the unbreakable ice Danny had just made.

Carefully turning by skittering sideways, he unmelted his ice.

"Sorry about that," he said sheepishly to the gawking civilians below.

"Suh-ree? What is suh-ree?" A brave woman asked.

"Oh," Danny uttered as he realized that he should probably switch languages. His giant crab body and small itty bitty human head swayed in an unsure motion. "Sorry means "my apologies." I had not meant to involve you. I am Phantom."

"It is alright... thank you for protecting us... God Phantom?"

He grimaced. "Not a god."

"King, then." She stepped forward. "May I ask of the ice?"

——

Spoiler, sensing weakness like the Riddler to a riddle, leaned in. "Did you know they have a traditional dance to honor the god that gave them the unbreakable ice that protects Atlantis to this day? It goes like this," Spoiler stepped back and did the dance, complete with exaggerated arm movements and, embarrassingly, the scuttle walk Crab!Danny was forced to learn with his new crab form.

"We shall never speak of this again," Danny huffed.

"But King Phantom, the God of Eternal Ice and Protection, how could we not celebrate your iciness?" Spoiler simpered, Black Bat not too far away and shaking with laughter. The purple donning vigilante did the scuttle dance once more, picking up bottles as she went a small circle around one of Bludhaven's rock beaches.

Danny scowled and plucked the tablet away from her, hair flowing an a more agitated direction. His jumpsuit burned brighter. "Why are you two menaces in Bludhaven? I thought your territory was in Gotham."

"Nightwing asked for back up and we were in the area." Spoiler, blessedly, stopped the walk to answer him. "By the way, are you and Danny dating?"

"Pardon?" He asked, insulted but highly amused.

"Oh, you know, he has your number, and you only ever talk to him outside of us, and how you guys have a high level of communication." Spoiler said leadingly.

Oh, Danny knew what this was about now. He found out their identities and now these two are interrogating him because he liked them best. They thought they were so clever. Well, they clearly haven't gotten to know Danny at all if they thought he was going to make good decisions.

Danny tilted his head, making sure his face gets as eerie as possible, shadows elongating and eyes burning just that much brighter. The neon green of his face shone even brighter against the suddenly dark landscape of the place. Black Bat stood up, laughter seizing immediately. Spoiler tensed.

"I have a riddle for you. You are good at those, are you not?"

Spoiler blinked but gamely said, "Bring it."

"What do these things have in common? An arguing couple, papers on a stranger's desk, and Star City's robbers."

"..." Spoiler slipped into her solving mode. "Stolen goods. Stolen hearts?" She guessed.

"No. The answer is that they're all none of your business," Danny snarled. His form flickered. "Keep your questing away from Danny- Daniel, vigilante. Your duty is to protect your city and help her," Danny swept an arm out. "Stick to that instead of inserting yourself into places you are not wanted."

Then, with a toss of an ecto-crossed recorder that held the verbal report he'd promised Nightwing towards Black Bat, Danny blinked out of the visible spectrum and flew above the two.

"... Shit, I think I pissed him off."

Black Bat nodded. "He was defensive."

"Yeah... did you hear that slip? Oh, they are so dating."

Danny grinned. He couldn't wait for Tim to interrogate him soon.

——

"You're kidding."

Danny shook his head, maniacal grin still on his face hours later. He'd taken the liberty to call his best friends before classes started for the day.

Tucker groaned. "Danny, I can't believe you're messing with Batman. Why are you like this."

"Look, I need your help."

"Oh no, keep me out of your dumbass plans, Fenton," Sam pointed at him through the screen, immaculately painted black nails threatening.

"Okay, if you go along with my plan, I'll give you Dr. Isley's number."

"Deal," Sam said immediately, changing her tune at a drop of a hat. Or, at a drop of a number.

"What about me?" Tucker asked, offended. "I deserve compensation for my work too, dammit!"

"I'll give you Tim Drake's number and persuade him to let you have a crack at Wayne Industry's tech basement."

"Deal, what are we doing?"

Danny's grin spread even wider. "We're dating. And, you two? You're Phantom's exes. Tucker, you say good stuff about me. Sam? You make up terrible things about me. But we're all dating each other and I'm dating Phantom on the side."

"I hate you," Sam deadpanned. "But fine, it's not that hard. I've got tons of embarrassing stories about Phantom. You better get me that number, Danny, because you know Dr. Isley was my gay awakening."

"For Tim Drake, I'd be willing to puff up your ego." Tucker said solemnly.

"Perfect. I'm cleaning his brother of ectoplasm today. so expect a call later! Love you guys!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, boyfriend." Sam clicked off the call.

"Think Tim Drake would be interested in a date?" Tucker asked Danny.

"Nah, I think he's got his heart on Benard."

"Damn," Tucker sighed. "Guess I'll have to mend my broken heart with the tools of a state-of-the-art lab, right, Danny?"

"Yep, see ya!" Danny hung up. Today was going to be a good day.