#belanus

[newty]

still thinking abt how i think we found the npc in lostwing voiced by stewart clark and im like 'wait talk to him again i think thats dions voice' and jillian just 'huh. ive never heard dions voice before but i did think that npc was oddly breathy and depressed'

[grimdraaaws]

Lol.. my mom thought Joshua was more attractive than Clive.. until I showed her Dion at the Battle of Belanus Tor...

"Woahh!! So dashing!.. why the armor looks like a dress??.."

Me: He's a prince, mom.

"WAAAH A prince?!.. why wasn't he the main character?? So handsome!!"

...mom😑

[unofficialcliverosfield]

The Hierophant

Part 2 of the Hallowed Cards series.

Summary: Barnabas Tharmr has been many things: son, warrior, king, devotee. He knows that, when Mythos comes, his long life will be forfeit in service of preparing the Lord's vessel. When Mythos challenges him in the middle of Belanus Tor's bloodiest battle, though, Barnabas sees that the vessel is just as flawed as the pathetic creatures waging war in the valley below. And yet, there is something more to him - something Barnabas cannot fathom.

Posted on AO3.

Chapter 1

Belanus Tor is a land of rolling mountains, gentle valleys, and seas of grass on what ground is not interrupted by bare gray stone. On this day, puffy white clouds dot the sky and the sun shines with promise. Gleaming in that light, the armored soldiers in the bloodbath below fill the valley with sparkling waves where the grass has been trampled and weighed down by death.

Barnabas Tharmr stares down at the carnage. Other than the shifting of his hair and clothes in the wind, he does not move. The combat is plain, banal. Slaughter without skill. Even if his joining of the battle would not prompt Bahamut to do the same, there is no satisfaction in reaping wheat.

Sleipnir, recently returned from his errand and standing next to him with his arms crossed, raises one hand to shade his face while he peers across the battlefield. 

“Does Bahamut move?”

Barnabas narrows his eyes. There is motion on the far slope beyond the chaos in the valley, but no signs of priming.

“No,” he finally says, turning away. More wasted time. Even if their clashes are pitiably brief—minutes at most—and are more shows to increase morale than true battles, they are preferable to this boredom that fills the space between them.

A soldier runs up the hillside and stops several yards away. He’s bent double and heaving for breath. Barnabas waits, annoyance growing the longer the messenger takes to recover. The man eventually straightens enough to perform a properly respectful bow.

“Your majesty.” The messenger settles into parade rest. “A man waits at the edge of our camp. He claims you will wish to see him. He…dispatched all of our number sent to subdue him.”

Barnabas narrows his eyes. “Who is this man?”

“We’re not sure. He called himself…Mythos? He said you would know him.”

A thrill runs up Barnabas’s spine. Sleipnir glances at him.

“Mythos. So soon?”

“…Your majesty?”

Barnabas waves off the messenger. “I will deal with him.”

The man hesitates. Sleipnir steps forward and says, with a reassuring smile and patronizing tone, “Bahamut is tired. Our esteemed king is not so easily exhausted from battle, and if someone is so bold as to challenge him directly in the middle of a war, then, well. It’s only fair he witnesses their end himself. You may carry on. No doubt you have other missives to deliver?”

“R-right. Of course.” The man bows again and flees.

“Do you truly intend to fight him?” Sleipnir asks. “His battles with the other dominants are so recent. He’s no doubt powerful, but…inexperienced.”

“Have you seen him fight?”

“Regrettably, I could not approach their battle with Titan without being noticed.” He sighs. “The Phoenix and his pawns are so irritatingly keen-eyed. They certainly tore up the land, if nothing else.”

Barnabas sets off down the hill. “Then you will take measure of him today.”

Sleipnir falls into step a step behind. “You’ll not fight him?”

“If he proves worthy.”

It was a question that had truly deserved no answer, and Sleipnir’s smile shows that he knew that before he asked it.

As he walks, Barnabas considers how this confrontation will play out. There is no sense dulling Odin’s blade on a whelp who cannot best his lord commander. Should Mythos fall so easily, then he will be taught a lesson. A painful one. Applied correctly, it should serve to deepen his hunger for power. Should Mythos prevail, then…perhaps his boredom while Bahamut is out of reach will not be so complete after all.

They’re halfway down the slope, heading towards the far side of the distant pitched tents and the pillar of smoke rising up from the trees nearby, when another and far closer explosion rocks the ground. Soldiers pour out of tents abruptly aflame.

“Mythos has friends?” Sleipnir wonders, peering at the chaos.

Barnabas, in contrast, turns his gaze skyward. Clouds have gathered overhead, obscuring the once clear sky, and the air is sharp with ozone. He knows the static buzz on his skin instantly. He narrows his eyes and looks back down, following the lightning bolt that streaks through the air to annihilate an entire squad trying to approach a small copse of trees near the smoking section of camp.

“Ramuh,” he says when the subsequent roll of thunder subsides. “Cidolfus is here.”

Sleipnir loses some of his levity. “Ah.”

“A distraction,” Barnabas says. “Deal with him; I will see to Mythos.”

Sleipnir bows. “It will be done.”

“Wait.” Barnabas gestures. “Your dagger.”

The man raises an eyebrow but obligingly offers it for Barnabas to take. “My lord?”

It’s a fine blade, and it will serve. He slides it into one of his belts and splits from Sleipnir, who takes the implied dismissal for what it is. With each step, Barnabas’s focus narrows to the farther of the two pillars of smoke.

“Entertain me, Mythos.”

[lestreghedifenix]

🌼🌹🌺Beltane,🌷🌱🌹

🌸💮🌼Calendimaggio, 🌼🏵️🌸

🌾🌸🌱Grande Sabba d'Estate, 🌻💐🌿

💐🍀🌼Festa di Morrigan, 🌸🌿🏵️

🍃🌺🏵️Festa di Cerere.🌾🌺🌱

🍃🌹🥀🌺🌷01-04 Maggio 🌾🌸🌱🌷🌿🌼

🔥Elementi: Fuoco

🦎Spiriti: Fate e Salamandre

🐂Segno zodiacale: Toro

🪵🌾🌺💐Simboli: Pali di maggio, corone di fiori, falò, .

Animali: 🐈‍⬛Gatto, 🦢cigno, 🕊️🕊️colomba, 🐮mucca,🐝 ape, 🌱cavallo

🧚🧝🧙Dee:Artemide, Diana, Afrodite, Cerridwen e tutte le Dee fanciulle.

🧞🧝🧙Dei: Pan, Cernunnos, Eros, Belanu

Colori:🔴 Rosso, ⚪Bianco, 🟣Rosa e🟢 Verde

Cibi tradizionali: Insalate, Frutti rossi, maiale e manzo, vino, idromele, farina d'avena o torte d'orzo. I cibi tradizionali sono anche i latticini e piatti come la crema di calendula ed il gelato alla vaniglia.

Erbe: 🌱Pino, Biancospino,🌿 Rosmarino, 🍃Incenso, 🌳Mandorlo,🌿 Angelica, Calendula, Lillà, Campanula, 🌼Margherite, Sambuco

Incenso: 🌸Lillà, 🌲Pino, 🌹Rosa

Cristalli e Pietre: 💎💍Smeraldo, Quarzo Rosa, Corniola, Zaffiro, Crisopasio, Giada, Pietra di Luna

Rituali: Tutti quelli che coinvolgono la 🔮divinazione, ♥️l'amore,🩸 la sensibilità,🪬 la spiritualità, 🫂l'apertura verso gli altri e la 🫄fertilità

Strumenti:🔔 Campana, Coppa, 🗡️Athame

Fonti: web

Crediti a chi di dovere

#lestreghedifenixtarot #lestreghedifenixwitchtcraft #tarotschoolfenix

[libertarian-druid-ny-separatist]

Say the word, I can and absolutely will sacrifice pedo politicians to Belanus in ways that would horrify even the most intense criminals.

[maevefinnartist]

Irish mythology nerds: what do you know about Bilé? the book I'm reading claims he was the Irish equivalent of the Roman Dispater and cognate with Belanus and attributes things associated with Belanus to Bilé. but as far as I can find, Bilé was just Míl Espáine's father and not much else is said about him.

[newty]

The Anatomy of Dion's Brain

listened to the battle of belanus tor song on repeat otw to work. had a vision. the brain doesnt work very well

i made another one for the light i hear dion

[diioonysus]

persephone was 10000% a spring goddess. she is the goddess of spring growth, her return from the underworld itself represents spring coming, both mother and daughter were worshipped as such both in roman and greek mythology.

complaining about something being labeled as celtic is such a weird thing to complain about. people can absolutely label something as a celtic god considering belanus is.

and finally as you can see in the theme of it is that it’s obviously spring related. why would someone put their other attributes that have nothing to do with spring when it’s a spring themed edit? obviously they’re deities of other attributes just not worth mentioning in this themed post

mythologies: spring deities

[davidgkelly]

Found this in an old sketch book. A drawing I did then digitally enhanced it. #stonecarvings #belanus #ancienttimes #neolithic #neolithicart #artist #digitalart #ancestry #oldgods (at Vision Associates of Prospect) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEFDQF3nLfJ/?igshid=98qzshruv39a

[unofficialcliverosfield]

The Hierophant Chapter 2

Part 2 of the Hallowed Cards series.

Summary: Barnabas Tharmr has been many things: son, warrior, king, devotee. He knows that, when Mythos comes, his long life will be forfeit in service of preparing the Lord's vessel. When Mythos challenges him in the middle of Belanus Tor's bloodiest battle, though, Barnabas sees that the vessel is just as flawed as the pathetic creatures waging war in the valley below. And yet, there is something more to him - something Barnabas cannot fathom.

Posted on AO3.

Chapter 2

Consciousness returns to him but awareness does not. His mother’s shrouded image lingers long after he’s pulled from her embrace, and in his mind’s eye he watches her tip and fall beyond the edge of oblivion over and over and over again. Each time, she smiles at him, but her eyes—they are mere pits of dark. He doesn’t remember what they looked like. It’s white teeth and shadow and despair.

He would follow her, even this ghost of her, but the aether lapping at his ankles holds him fast. He stands there, watching her smile, step back, and disappear, and all the while the aether crawls higher with each successive wave. It burns, it burns as intensely as it did when he first gave himself over to it, until one final wave crests and crashes down over his head. It threatens to sweep him away, and even as he leans into it, craving release in the mindless violence it offers, he cannot turn his eyes from the place where he’s stood for so long. The riptide pulls sea and sand from around him but he holds fast.

God, his God, waits in the depths. There is nothing left for him here on shore. And still, he does not move. He resists God’s embrace, and for what? He has no answer, and when the last of the sand washes away, awareness sweeps through him. His physical body once more responds to him, to his…will.

He's on his side, hands bound in crystal cuffs behind his back, grass tickling his cheek. His wounds are pale echoes of what they were, the aether having restored what was broken while he was unconscious. No doubt he had toed the line of what it could heal without consuming him completely. Voices come from above and he slits an eye open to see the source:

“The king of Ash cannot go free,” Bahamut states. He plants the butt of his spear in the ground. “Akashic or not, I am more than capable of seeing him dead.”

“Curb your enthusiasm, if you would, your highness.” Ah, Cidolfus still has that ability to say titles in a way that treads the line between respect and mockery. The listener hears what they want to hear if they aren’t paying attention—but Bahamut is wise to the trick, and he frowns.

“I will not entrust the fate of my people’s greatest enemy to a ragtag group of outlaws.”

“Ragtag? That hurts. I spent ages choosing this shirt.”

“Everyone, please,” says Phoenix. “Your highness, I brought you here so you would see evidence of my claims, not to kill him.”

Mythos clears his throat. “He saw reason enough to be disturbed by what Ultima said. Jill may have been right. There may still be a chance for him.”

“He replaced me with a horse, Clive. Does that sound like a man who is sound of mind to you?”

[ttmcaudiolager]

Album Mastering „Don’t Ask Why“ nach über zwei Jahren Producing, Recording, Mixing mit Belanu. #belanu #audiolager #loeblager #rock #ttmc #makeyoursong #berne #peace (hier: ttmc.ch) https://www.instagram.com/p/CH_XPGdlcdC/?igshid=12t7fsq73vew2

[general9chaos]

I would definitely read that.

I think the closest thing I've read to that is various porn fanfics in which some people have very thoroughly modified bodies. I'm talking about Belanus' Whateley Academy fanfic on QuestionableQuesting where his self insert (and her twin sister/clone) are hypersexualized mutants by way of some porny CYOAs. Stretchy bodies, penetratable wombs, ridiculous sensitivity, and so much more. Penetratable orifices all over, from nipples to ears (shapeshifting is needed to get her brain out of the way, so she's dumber than usual while she's being brainfucked). Milky titties that leak continuously (in defiance of conservation of mass) until an actual person (or five) drink all the milk in her huge boobs. Then there are the drawbacks that don't even go through biology, from clothing damage to lesbian sex quotas.

in the same way that one of my professors in college wrote about the rhetorical model of emotions in anglo-saxon england as being based on a kind of hydraulic model of human anatomy, where emotions are conceptualized as a kind of pressurized fluid flowing through the body, i want someone to write an essay on the rhetorical/memetic understanding of human anatomy that gets presented in porn and erotica and how it differs in important ways from actual anatomy. the body as we eroticize it vs the body that actually is: the one where cum is stored in the balls, where any human ejaculates more than a few milliliters of fluid, where someone can be fertile more than a handful of days every month–in its goofiest manifestations, where the body is penetrable in wildly improbable or even impossible ways, because we frequently have at best an indirect and abstract sense of our own anatomy, and yet are compelled by hyperstimulating depictions of the erotic act

[shepherds-of-haven]

Would you be able to give us more info about Belanus? After reading Red’s new day off scene (which I loved btw!!) I’m super curious about the guy

Hi there, thanks for the question!

I originally imagined Belnus as a generic-looking wizard guy who kind of looked like Obi-Wan (Luke’s trilogy) or Jeremy Irons in that godawful Eragon movie:

However, I recently revised my opinion and decided he’s more like a fantasy Larry David, if only in spirit:

And, like Larry David, Belnus was extremely eccentric, cantankerous, and complained often. He usually wouldn’t teach MC any magic until they’d either put up with one of his tirades about the uselessness of small talk or did some petty errands under the guise that it would help with their magic (think the window-washing with Mr. Miyagi). He was generally not terribly empathetic, being used to a life where he traveled constantly and did not put down roots or make attachments. I like what Larry David’s daughter said about him:

He’s super against any self-pity. He thinks it’s the most disgusting thing in the world. So there’s no wallowing allowed, even when we were growing up. In the house, you’re not allowed to feel bad about yourself or be depressed. He just has no sympathy for it. So if you’re depressed or feeling bad about something, he’ll just tell you to take a shower. That’s like his cure for mental stress. And if it doesn’t work, he’ll be like, ‘Just take another one.’

That’s like Belnus. But he loved and would have died for MC, underneath it all. I imagine MC came across him when he was in a bad situation--maybe he fell into a pit and broke his leg, or stumbled into a hunter’s trap, or was cornered by a bear or something, and MC brought him back to their dwelling to recover, and then he just sort of ended up... sticking around under the guise of needing to heal. He eventually passed away in his sleep quite suddenly, and while he never told MC much about himself or his life, he did teach them pretty much everything he knew about magic!

[transgender-er]

Belanus and Rhiannon.

I want to kiss both of them.

[servetolive]

Ohhh this one is from the DLCs! It's so pretty. Reminds me of classic square

It's the Waloeder Suite (Domina, Belanus Tor, Furor, The Parting Sea, Army of One, Mighty Acts of God, Indominitable 🌟, Heavensbound, Salvation, Sever, The Riddle, One With God, Bastion) for me

FF16 OST being released on Spotify tonight and none of my friends care so I'm screaming about it here AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[mrdirtybear]

‘Portrait of a Priest’, by Hungarian painter Tamas Belanus, The probable title and painter are all that I have been able to find out about this image, and I found it here. If anyone knows more, then do enlighten me or add it as they re-blog it.