#then norse gods/creatures

[cyanwyrmy]

Sleipnir the 8 legged horse of Norse mythology! I’ve been working on this drawing for a few days now and I’m very nearly satisfied. Drawing horses is a big comfort for me, so I might draw more as time goes on. However, Sleipnir and all their legs are giving me hell haha!

Are there any details I could add that would make it more clear this image is meant to be Sleipnir of mythology?

[prismolovesfanfiction]

"wow they have the voice of an angel" my sailor in christ you are being ensnared by a siren

[dreamconsumer]

Tyr pledges his hand to chain Fenrir the Wolf. Illustration by Charles Edmund Brock.

[syr-monthly]

It's Gonna Be May, May Mythos, that is!

May Mythos is our May event where it is everything mythology.

What kind of mythology? Any mythology, that's what!

You have to choose (1) prompt from each (Stiles, Derek, General) And you are set.

There will be no double use of prompts.

Cut-off date to enter the event is: May 5th

Please DM Me if you are interested or if you have a question!

Have a great day heathens!

[lxttiedxll]

Sköll and Hati. In Norse mythology, an eclipse happens when they get close to eating their prey, and you have to shout at them to scare them off so the world doesn't end. The moon and sun being successfully eaten marks the start of the end.

[devil-in-the-details-ay]

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Yara touched a nerve insinuating that Astaroth would look for a loophole to get out of their marriage, will that finally get her talking or will it get worse?

“Asti, please, don’t....I...I don’t know how to handle this…I’m scared..” Finally she admitted it, a bit muffled since his finger hadn't moved. One tear making a slow trek down her cheek.  She’d been afraid of losing him before, but now it was utter terror.  She was messing up and now she’d gone and made him mad.

From shushing her, as he saw that his words had finally broken through the wall she’d put up and getting her to say what was wrong, to cupping her cheek and wiping her tear with his thumb, Astaroth’s expression and voice instantly softened.  “Of?”  He thanked whatever deity had helped  him this time silently, and also the Fates. 

“These women are confident and seductive, goddesses and succubi. I'm a mess, in all ways.  The woman you were talking to today annoyed you, but what about next time?  What if your mind changes about wanting this to work? What if you no longer want me?” her voice dropped in volume and was strained for her next words, “just like everyone else has in my life?”  Her voice trembled and cracked, her whole body began to tremble, and more tears escaped the confines of her eyes where she'd been trying to hold them in making small rivers as they traversed her cheeks.

Now it was Astaroth’s turn to sit mute and consider his response, consider it very carefully.   He wished for something stronger than the demon's brew he had, which he finished in one swallow now, to give him a moment to think of something to say.  Some day he was going to kill Lucifer, but he was going to do it excruciatingly slowly and painfully. There was no reason his wife should suffer like this, doubt what he’d said, what he’d vowed.

“Darling, this is not the place for this conversation.” In an instant they were back in the cabin on the beach, on the couch. Yara’s flowers from earlier were in a vase on the table.  “Now, this is better.” He sighed and tightened his hold on her hand slightly.  “Yara, I don't know how many ways I can say the same thing till you understand. I thought we had agreed, that you understood.”  He now knew what the problem was but he had no idea how to fix it. “Together.  We’re going to do this, TOGETHER.  Always. No other way.  No one else.  You and me.  What happened in the past with anyone else is irrelevant. I can’t undo who I have been with.  From now on, there is only you.  We are TOGETHER.  I vow it to the Primus Sator.”  He knew what he’d just done, and hoped she would not make him regret it.

Now her tears flowed and she tried to pull away, to flee like she always did. She wanted to hide till the hurt in her chest was gone.  The problem was, he wouldn't let her.  His grip on her hand was tight, and he was holding her face with his other hand. She was trapped.  Trapped with someone who just like her father, her brothers, her mother, any friends, and every lover, would throw her away when he no longer had a use for her. Trapped with someone that she didn't want to lose.  Trapped with someone who was starting to mean something to her.  Trapped with someone who...had just made a vow that hadn’t sunk in yet.

“Everyone leaves!” Her voice shook almost as much as her body, and her eyes dropped to the middle of his chest. “Before tonight I was able to delude myself that..” She took a stuttered breath and tried to continue, “that we could do this and you would want it to work.  That somehow we could figure it out and you’d be happy with whatever we came up with. Seeing women I could never compete with in any way, ready to take my place…it made me feel all unsure and unsteady again.  I always end up alone, Astaroth.”  Her eyes slowly rose to look at his. “I realized how easy it would be to lose you. How you had options that were far superior to me.  I can't compete or compare.  You know I'm an emotional mess.  Why would you choose that?” Her voice broke, she licked her lips, then bit down on the bottom one.

 “Did you hear what I just said?” His voice was quiet.  He now understood she was battling demons he couldn’t fight for her.  He’d given her a weapon, but she hadn’t picked it up.  Astaroth wasn’t sure that she’d even noticed it.  He had to get her to pay attention to what he’d said, not what she’d expected him to. 

“You said that we were going to do this together.  I know.  I know that’s what you said, but your mind could change. Women who are gorgeous and easier to deal with could offer you a different life.  You could find someone that you have a connection with that is stronger.”  Yara was fighting hysteria.  At the moment she was winning, but she wasn’t sure how much longer that she could hold out.

“What exactly  did I say?  Repeat it?”  Astaroth tried to will her to remember.  To have heard the words.  The vow he made was unbreakable.  He’d made it full well knowing that.  He also knew there was a fuck ton more going on than either of them knew, and he trusted the Fates a lot more than he trusted Lucifer’s machinations.  If they allowed the wedding, then there was a reason.  

“You said we’re going to do it together.  You and me. No one else. Just us.  We can’t change the past, so we’re going to ignore it.  Just you and me, together.”  Yara was reciting it, her head alternating back and forth with her sing-song voice, changing the words a little as she went.  Astaroth nodded along as she did, waiting for her to get to the part that he hoped she would realize how much this all meant to him.  When she paused after the last part he wasn’t sure if she hadn’t heard, hadn’t realized, or was thinking on it.  Then her eyes went wide as she looked at his, and he knew.  “You...you..Asti..you swear… to the Primus Sator…the Creator?” Her brows started coming together, a mixture of shock and incredulity coming to her face.  “Really?  For me?  For us?  You’re sure?”  Her eyes searched his face.  Was she understanding him correctly?  Had he thought about this?  “You can’t take that back...Asti! You can’t!”  Her eyes searched his.  What was he doing?

“Yes, really.  For US.  I know exactly what I have done, my Papilio, and I damn well meant it.   I do not know what it is that truly brought us together in this, but I intend to find out.  You can work with me or against me, but you are now stuck with me.  Sorry!” Astaroth smirked amused, looking into her beautiful green eyes, and realizing that he was falling in love for the very first time.

banner by @cafekitsune

[monstredesignesyherd]

Children of Loki

This is a picture I did of all the children of Loki I know of.

Jordmungnar, Hel, Fenrir.

Sleipnir.

Narfi and váli

And all the evils of the world…

[psychichuldra]

Days 9 to 12! I still have to catch up to today's prompts but I'm getting there. I had fun designing the norse gods but it was a bit hurried so I might change some stuff in the future. Also I'm proud of how Rhia turned out! I tried spicing up her armor but didn't have time to do the armor for her horse-half lol. Anyways here's the info!

Day 9: King Oberon. It's the turn for the king of faeries! Married to the queen Titania and father of Faeye. Rather small compared to the other fae, the rumors are that he wasn't one originally, loosing his humanity in exchange for power. Although he's a king, the extent of what he can do is rather limited compared to his wife. He is not "morally better" either, as Oberon can be as chaotic and cruel as Titania, but he is comparatively more calm and lazy. His appearance changes alongside Titania's, but always matching her aesthetic. Not out of free will, but as a sign of how Titania has him and his "soul" on a tight leash.

Day 10: Rhiannon. The bodyguard. Coming from a long line of royal guards serving for the fae royalty, she's tasked to be Faeye's bodyguard. She doesn't hate Faeye but they don't get along well, since the princess uses her as an emotional dump and doesn't take her guard's duty seriously. Rhia's job turns even more difficult if Faeye decides to escape to the human realm to cause chaos and she has to look for her. Rhiannon is a righteous, loyal and brave knight, but easily becomes flustered when in the presence of her crush who happens to be a bar maid. Her goal is to surpass her ancestors and become the best knight in the fae realm.

Day 11: Tor. The God of Thunder. He's courageous, strong-willed and quick-tempered but also jovial. He's not an evil character but in my story he serves sort of an antagonistic nature at the beginning since he hunts down huldras for fun. He doesn't care about much other than big feasts, battling strong opponents and having a good time.

Day 12: Loke. The god of chaos. Deceitful, mischievous, cunning and the greatest trickster. He just wants to watch the world burn. Another antagonist and the villain for the first arc of my comic. He wants to start a few wars and stop Hilda and her friends from obtaining the artifacts, but tries to stay anonymous throughout the events so as not get caught and punished by Odin.

[tmarshconnors]

Mythology: The Stories That Shape Us

Mythology has always fascinated me, serving as a window into the cultures and beliefs of civilizations throughout history. From the Greek pantheon of gods and goddesses to the intricate tales of Norse deities, these stories are not merely ancient relics; they hold lessons that resonate with our modern lives.

Mythology explains natural phenomena, human behavior, and moral values through compelling narratives. For instance, the story of Persephone and the changing seasons teaches about life, death, and rebirth, echoing our own experiences of loss and renewal.

As we explore different mythologies, we can gain insight into humanity's universal themes—love, betrayal, courage, and sacrifice—showing us that no matter where we come from, our stories are interconnected.

[annoyingeightleggedbanana]

My ritual art blew up?? Okay so here’s another one because I’m still obsessed and giddy! My FAV color pairings are red and BLACK baby they are so powerful! Here she is! Modor! Darling!

[whereserpentswalk]

For it was long ago that the battle between existence and void first formed. When all gods stood together against the nothingness, and no pantheon was named, and no division made between lesser and greater nor rebel and king. There was only the emptiness of space, when no stars formed, and no planets grew.

And at the helm was void and chaos, the tyranny of pure annihilation. Though it was an army no names could be given to those who fought, for no names could define the chaos, for it was pure nothingness, and pure refusal to exist with any boundaries between itself. And though a thousand warriors stood with the void they were but nothing for they could be thought as one and one million at once, and none could define their form. Only did alilation stand, in the moment when matter and antimatter fought. For this was only the universe's refusal to exist within the chaos.

Yet against them rode freedom, and the desire to exist, and each had a name though it may not be known today. For there rode the armies of the gods. And at the helm was Mars, and his blood was napalm, and his breath was mustard gas, and his shield was made of treaties and his sword was a nuclear bomb, and with him the first fear was felt as Mars struck the void and creation demanded to exist.

And a thousand gods followed him. Freya stood with a crown of promises upon her hand, great cats carrying her forwards as valkyries followed her on blood machines half alive. Set taunted the void from the cavalry, turning his form a thousand times in mockery. Bal stood proudly commanding from afar, the fate of a thousand worlds within his hands. The horned god laughed upon a chariot of redwoods and soil, pulled by the tears of the stars. And in fiery passion Prometheus broke the shield walls, calling upon the universe in glory with a hundred mouths. The scribe of death Cthulhu wrote of the battle upon a piece of lithium, his skin a thousand colors under a beard of arms. And the lord of the moon, whose name is known only to elephants glowed from above, and looked at the void with hatred in his heart.

And for that day hatred was good, and satisfaction was evil. For hatred was the desire for creation to exist, for it was hatred of annihilation. 

And none shall know if it was a thousand years or a thousand moments, for time itself was built in the throws of the battle. 

And when the battle ended the void was banished, to beyond what we could even imagine, within the hearts of black holes, and to places far too far away for its light to even have time to meet the eyes of earth. 

And in their innocence the gods thought themselves free of pain, for none would ever know the fear of nonexistence again. And they built themselves a temple to rest upon the shores of planets yet to be discovered. And in that day Jupiter and Juno ran together naked like children, and quetzalcoatl coiled up and remembered colors that no eye could see, and Thoth looked upon every atom and wrote them a name, and Odin lay down a spear made of antimatter, and for a moment admired the greatness of existence.

Yet it all fell. None today knows who spoke the first word, for whom the first squabble commenced. Perhaps it was nothing, a disagreement none should have festered over, the color of the curtains, or whether a lightswitch should have stayed on or off. It was nothing. It should have been nothing. Dear god let it be nothing. The gods would have prayed to themselves if they only knew what faced them.

Over the years the arguments festered, even in paradise there was imperfection. And it became everything. Zoroaster began to look down upon Amun-ra, and Tiamat and Marduk were already at eachothers throats, and Odin hated all of Loki's children, it had all become so bad that poor El had been so traumatized he thought himself the only god, and called the rest of family devils.

So in their loneliness they sought for a new world. For all the world they lay upon was too perfect for any land but flat marble, the scribe Thoth had found truth in his studies, and he found that life could come from nothing, and build itself through a thousand generations. And he opened his curved mouth and read from a script made of stardust, speaking of life evolved from itself, and built from nature. And the gods knew at once that they could be with that life, and for souls would be so plentiful that they could divide up the world, and each would have their own nation of followers. 

And they came upon earth, where men were godless. And for the men there lived as many do today, knowing only a world made by nature and satisfied for it, and for when they died they would pass into nothingness and for none were disturbed by such notions for they were grateful of what nature had given them. Yet when the gods came to men, they were filled with joy and knowledge that they had never known before, and awakened, and those they spoke to would give to them and be taken upon. And the world began to worship the gods, as each faction of gods took a nation for themselves.

Yet El had been the weakest and most paranoid of the gods, and in his unwillingness to share he had found nothing in his hands but the small isle of eden in a salty and dead sea, where fruit was rare and cattle wept. And yet El hated all other gods, and in his arrogance called it the true paradise of earth, and with so little wood upon the island none upon it knew better.

And El spoke to the king of Eden, "You will be my first son. You will be my hero, my anchor. And for through my words you will never know death or even sleep. Through my power you shall not just be a king but a warlock, and through your power you will become a lich, and not Hel nor Pluto nor Anubis will know you."

And Adam, king of Eden bowed, and took off his crown of driftwood to reply, and for he had never known of a god before he spoke, "I know not your name great being, yet I am king, I do not know why I would wish to exist beyond myself, or why my sons would wish to never take my throne?"

And El lied upon him, and distorted the name of one of a thousand women who had rejected him, "If you are to die your brain shall live beyond your death. And Hell shall take you, and you will know only fire and pain for that is what you will be without me."

And Adam, naive to godhood, replied, "Then may I first have a gift, if you are so holy? If you are divine may I not have a divine bride? For I hear your voice yet I see nothing. There is only this life for me as of now, and if I cannot add to it what may I have?"

And El promised, "And for a wife I will give you. And she shall be called goddess, yet you will call her devil for you shall make her feel as if she was the most awful and vile of beasts that you must punish with your body."

And El flew across the sea, and came upon Israel where their gods were given gold and silver and all those shining things that El had denied himself when he chose Eden. And he came upon the desert where for thirteen days he stalked the goddess of the night, Lilith, queen of the owls, whose eyes shone like diamonds, and whose torch was named liberty and whose sword was named freedom. 

The shadowy form of El pounced upon Lilith, and as she struggled against him he whispered to her that it would be for the best, and told her that submission to him and to the king of Eden would be better freedom, as he tore at her feathers and made her bleed until her wings could not fly away. And as she cried beneath him he still swore it would be for the best. 

And before Adam lay Lilith, hugging herself, naked and afraid. And El asked upon Adam, "Feast upon her, and make it not love, for only I am love."

And as Adam touched her Lilith growled and hissed, for the torch of liberty still burnt bright in her eyes. And Adam drew a sword of bronze and clashed with her, and they dueled for moments and equals, and as they clashed as great warriors Lilith wondered if he could have been her husband if he was the subject of a different god, and she wished she could have known him. And it mattered not for what he had become, and as she ran he fired arrows at her back in his hunt, and seeing his chest unarmored she struck him, declaring her freedom unquestioned, and leaving him laying for dead on the ground. She flew righteously, and as she crossed the desert skies humanity knew there was hope for freedom.

Adam awoke, weeping. He had lived, her his cough was that of blood, as a rib had been torn from his chest, and within the capital of Eden he was healed by the medicin women of Eden. And his heart had no love anymore, not for his people, not for his land, not for nature, he had given it to El as his possession. And he looked at his nurse, young and twenty as he was, though his battle made him feel old, and he forgot love or even lust but felt only the desire to conquer, and wished to own her as he did his hunting dogs.

And Adam asked El, "May she then be my first woman? If she is nothing, can you make her goddess and demoness?"

And El replied, "She shall be. And then you shall be lich and warlock for me, and you shall reign over all of the earth."

And her name became Eve, for she was Adam's to name. And he took upon her, and she had no freedom under the eyes of Adam, and the queen of Eden would weep each night as Adam brewed his potions and prayed upon the shattered stones of sea, and did every dark ritual he knew, and he thought of eternal life for the first time, and knew he would one day taste the blood and skin of a demigod as if it was wine and bread. 

And every night the queen of Eden wept, yet her name had been made Eve, and she had been called goddess and demon. And all her prayers were answered by El. And no answer gave her anything but pain.

Yet the words cried over the world. And as the other gods cherished their kingdoms, they had all agreed not to leave, and they wished to not affect Eden for it was El's. And when they met in secret they argued. 

And Lilith cried, "For who will support us? For who will cry for freedom? If El took me it is proof his tyranny is a threat to liberty anywhere. And who shall say the folk of Eden do not have the same rights as all of humanity?"

And Horus argued, "If he comes again he will be fought back to Eden. But Eden is his, it is our law."

And Hel replied, "But if Eden's borders grow will they not then be a danger to all?"

And Athena refuted her, "You speak only for your care of the people of Eden. But you and I both know they will not expand, for they are barren in their name and lands."

And for seven weeks they argued, as their people felt fear without them. Until Quetzalcoatl stopped them all, "There are many words yet no actions, my radiance will meet with that of one soul in Eden. And if that is enough for El to fall, so be it, if not we may weep for them." And Quetzalcoatl bid his people farewell, hoping he would one day see North America again, as he knew he would soon be under the dark skies of Eden. 

In the garden of the king of Eden, where trees had been dedicated to El and his power, Eve wept in the night. And in front of her appeared Quetzalcoatal and he was radiant and powerful, with ten hundred teeth, and scales of gold, and feathers of every color, and Eve knew not of any other god so she called upon him, "Serpent? Why have you come upon this land? Why walk in the garden of Eden when you have wings, and thus can be free?"

And Quetzalcoatl replied, "I walk here for I know of the eternal life your god El speaks of. I know that when your husband shall be a lich he shall have no knowledge of good and evil, and the last ability for him to love without El will fade from his heart. And Adam will make his armies conquer the world, and bring the fear of El upon all the peoples he can find and kill."

And Eve asked the feathered serpent, "Then if you are god as he is, then could you defy El. And with that power could I be free of Eden?"

And he bowed his head, and his teeth like daggers spoke of comfort, "If I am God as El is god then you may defy him as, and with that power you will be free of Eden as Lilith was."

She asked, "If that is so, how do I defy?"

As Queztalcoatl spoke, she flew away, "If he forbids the fruit of those trees then you must eat of them."

And Eve freed herself, and tasted the fig seeds that El called his own. And she knew that El was not god, and that good and evil were her own to decide. And she felt the curls of her hair and knew they were her own, and felt the black robes on her body and knew they were her own. 

Adam rushed in the garden, having seen the glory of the serpent flying away. And as he saw Eve weeping on the floor he saw the tears he had once made Lilith cry, and saw a being free from all tyranny for her mind was her own, and none could call her thoughts crimes. And for a moment he felt the smallest love, and knew what he could have felt for her, what he could have felt for Lilith, would have been so much more than any love that came from serving El. And as if he was still in the innocence of before she knew of gods, he ate of the fruit as well. 

El felt anger that night like he had never felt before. Rage that only a god who thought he was the only creature who deserved to be called god could feel. And he was their God, and as God he burnt Eden and said that its name could never be known again, and knew then he would be the God of the world.

And Adam and Eve would crawl the world together and barbarians, and found a dynasty that El would hate as he would hate all things. And the god Quetzalcoatl would be stripped of his wings, and forced to crawl the world with them, and he would not return to North America, but in his stead would come the barbaric warriors of El, as the feathered serpent could only weep from a far. 

And El swore to the heavens of greater gods, "I shall be the only god. And I shall conquer.”

[luckyluan]

Oreskene.*

MARCH 4, 2024 - 10:53PM 

“Shhh...” Bae cooed. 

She caressed the cold, bronze metal with a single lithe finger. The trident crackled and whispered at her and she smiled.  

“Your powers don’t work on me, little one. I am your maker. You cannot grant me anything I do not already possess, but you will do great things, my love.” bae said. 

Her domain resembled a large cottage. The space bloomed with the golden light of a late afternoon. Several fires burned in free standing fireplaces. Plush couches and chaises were arranged in fluid curves and oblong accent tables were littered with books and sculptures. The smell of fresh rain wafted in through an open window where she could hear the chuckling brook running parallel to her dwelling. Her cottage had no roof and the slow-moving clouds grazed the high walls of her magically enhanced space.  

“Talking to the baby, again.” Ordan whispered in her ear. 

Ordan slid his hands across Bae’s naked stomach. The dark skin of his hands disappeared in her flowing coils as he caressed her torso with deft fingers. Bae leaned back her head and let her wild hair fall over Ordan’s shoulder. A new, smiling breeze rustled through her hair when she kissed his cheek. 

“You always manage to sweep me off my feet.” Bae smiled. 

“I am the godhead wind. Master of skies and thunder and wanderers. Is it not my place to tousle the hair of the goddess I love?” Ordan mused. 

He kissed her bare shoulder. Bae's oil colored skin glistened in the omnipresent afternoon sun and her winding copper jewelry gleamed as it snaked its way up her forearms and neck. 

“If you wish to play that game, the love of your life is godhead magic. Mother of wolves and moonlight. Swift footed rustler of Lavender...or whatever that guy called me the last time I was there.” Bae said. 

“Earth is so weird.” Ordan chuckled. 

“That’s why I’m glad the baby can stay here for a while longer. Those humans don’t need her the way I do.” 

“True,” Ordan started. “But what kind of godheads would we be if we did not offer something to them. You may want Oreskene near, my love, but they need her.” 

‘What’s that?” bae asked. 

“To kill each other. This much power will separate the kindhearted from the ill-intended. Our vicious daughter will inspire war and desolation as she trades hands and tips powers. 

The celestial glow covering Ordan dimmed as he held Bae in his arms. She twisted her fingers in the locs hanging at his waist and he bit down on his lip. 

“You enchant me, Bae.” he said. 

“You call my name like the wind is kissing my neck.” She responded. 

“I am your breeze. I will do as you command. You are magic incarnate, and I treat you as such.” Ordan mused. 

Oreskene hissed and spat as the godheads moved away and the celestial bronze burned with roiling energy as the room grew blindingly bright. 

*[OAR-uh-SKEE-knee]

[lvlupmike]

God of War. #Mountain Ogre.

[dreamconsumer]

The Walkyries in Valhalla and the fall of warriors in battle.

[thelastofthebookworms]

Hi ! Me again. I haven't made a poll in like 3 hours, so...

This poll is about Gaiman's adaptations in comics/graphic novels. There's another one like that, also with brilliant artists like Colleen Doran, P. Craig Russell, Charles Vess and Michael Zulli.

My tag for these polls is "gaiman's comics". You'll also find a poll about picture books in here. I swear we all need more picture books in our life. Next poll in this tag will include mainly original Gaiman's graphic novels/comics' works (including Sandman and many collabs with McKean, yeah !)

If you're into polls, I have a few 'gaiman's female characters', 'gaiman's queer characters' and a 'gaiman's angel characters' polls out there. I also have polls about works by Shakespeare, Agatha Christie, Edgar Allan Poe, French lit and comics in my 'polls' tag / organized in my pinned post.

[paranormal-express]

Welcome aboard...dear listener...the paranormal express takes all passengers to wyrd realms of folklore and mythology. You can start your journey with us on many different platforms, of course Spotify as mentioned above but all of them can be found here...https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/paranormal-express