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My Top 3 Gods in Epic, I present them to you!

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How would your character say “I love you” without using those words? (EPIC: Poseidon Drabble)

My friends and I just wrapped a session of a creative writing exercise where we only have 5 minutes to write for a prompt and I ended up writing some really sappy shit centered around my EPIC fic that I was actually pretty proud of :) No cut this time cause it's pretty short:

It was quiet offerings left on the shore. It was the starfish woven into every design. It was the best fruits from her market haul left on the altar by her gorgeous tapestry, warmed by the hearth. 

It was shy glances and small smiles. It was epithet after epithet, each one more obscure than the last. It was the way she cradled the shell close to her as she drifted off to sleep.

It was the gentle patterns she would trace into his chest after they had lain together, whether going at it like fervent animals or making love like it was her last day. It was the way she would sing to him, not with the seductive siren song he so loved, but with her voice. Her high notes and stunning vibrato. It was all the things that were uniquely her, things that she would show no one else—mortal and divine alike.

She would never say she loved him. Not in that way. It was something that bordered far too close to sacrilege, to the hubris so frowned upon by mankind and their fragile cities of stone and prose. She would never say something so audacious, despite her audacity in every other facet of her fleeting yet memorable life.

But Poseidon knew. He knew when she curled into his side, when they floated amongst his domain together, and when they bantered for hours just to enjoy each other’s company.

His little siren would never say that she loved him. But in a thousand ways and more, she showed him the depth of her adoration and then some.

((Line divider made by @plum98))

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An embroidery of the Wikipedia page for embroidery.

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AU where Poseidon doesn't confront Odysseus at Ithica's shores, and instead Odysseus makes it home to find that Telemachus' eyes had been gouged out- retribution for Polyphemus' pain.

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“Is it you?”

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Wholesome Odypen please 🥺 ...?

I offer you a silly odypen gif i never finished. It’s titled “indirect kiss” in my wips

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My dear beloveds

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Average Midnight Water Break (Poseidon)

Notes: Just a thought that somehow spiraled into whatever the hell this is

Something for you all to munch on while laylom gets finished

You woke up with the unbearable dryness of your throat scratching like sandpaper. You opened and closed your mouth in a futile attempt to summon even the faintest hint of moisture, but it was useless.

Rolling onto your side, you weighed your options. Was it really worth dragging yourself out of bed and into the freezing air just for a sip of water?

Your eyes fluttered open reluctantly, and you rubbed the sleep from them. The other half of the bed was empty, sheets messily tangled and pushed aside. Nothing unusual, just the normal chaos of a shared space. You didn’t mind.

What did catch your attention was the lack of sunlight bleeding through the curtains. It was early. Too early.

Your eyes drifted shut again. Apparently, they hadn’t gotten the memo that your body was crying out for hydration. Not that you minded. A few more hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt.

But the dryness worsened, your mouth a desert, your tongue rough and heavy. Your lips felt cracked, your throat raw. You groaned softly and sat up, the blankets slipping from your body and pooling around your waist. You stared at the wall, expression blank, mind empty, waiting for your vision to adjust to the dark.

Then, the tranquility shattered—an engine revving violently outside, operated by someone with no concept of decency or volume. You flinched.

Muttering under your breath, you inhaled sharply and braced yourself. With a final burst of determination, you tossed the covers aside and let your feet meet the icy floor. You shivered instantly.

Navigating your room with the muscle memory of countless nights before, you shuffled through the dark without bumping into a single thing. You could’ve done it blindfolded.

Reaching the hallway, you paused.

Pitch black.

Except two small green dots hovered at eye level, glowing faintly. Watching you.

You stared back, too tired to flinch. Too tired to care. It felt like a one sided staring contest, and you weren’t in the mood to lose.

Your eyes began to blur again. You reached up and rubbed them, slow and sluggish.

When you opened them, the dots were gone.

A chill prickled at your skin—subtle, but enough to unnerve you. Like something had been studying you, taking notes.

Still, you carried on with your noble, sleep deprived quest for hydration.

In the kitchen, the fridge light nearly blinded you. You squinted and leaned down to grab the water pitcher when—

“What are you doing?”

A gravelly voice whispered right against your ear.

You yelped, jerking back so fast you almost dropped the pitcher. “Jesus!” You gasped, clutching your chest. “Don’t do that!”

Poseidon tilted his head, utterly unbothered. “I just asked a question.”

“Yeah, well—questions hit different when you’re lurking in the dark like a serial killer.”

“I’m not lurking.”

“Yes, you are!” You glared at him. “Look, I get it. You don’t need sleep. I let you stay here, do whatever you want. But do you really need to stand there in the shadows like some predator waiting to pounce? Scared the hell outta me!”

“I apologize.” His grin stretched ear to ear, there was zero remorse, pure mischief.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. It was way too early for an argument. “Fine, whatever.” You closed the fridge. “Just give me a warning next time.”

“I did warn you.” As you fumbled around blindly for a glass, he took one from the counter and placed it gently in your hand.

You stared at him. “That wasn’t a warning.”

“It’s not my fault your mortal brain can’t comprehend when it’s in danger.”

You raised a brow. “Danger?”

You drank deeply, letting the cold water wash over your parched tongue, cooling every inch of your burning throat. Relief flooded you.

“You know what I mean.” He muttered, eyes flicking to the glass as it tilted with every sip.

You noticed. “You want some too?”

He nodded once. You poured another glass and handed it to him.

“You know,” You said, setting the pitcher on the counter. “you can always get water yourself. You don’t have to wait around for me to offer.”

He didn’t answer. Just drank quietly, then set the glass beside the pitcher. You’ll take care of it in the morning.

Then, with a dramatic stretch, you opened your arms and made grabby hands. “Take me. I don’t wanna walk all the way back… And I’m cold.”

He squinted, confused. “What… What is this?” He mimicked you. “What are you doing?”

“This…” You wiggled your fingers. “is the universal signal for ‘please carry me like a tired princess.’”

Poseidon sighed but stepped forward and scooped you up into his arms, holding you close against his warm chest.

You closed your eyes with a satisfied hum. “You’re so dramatic.” He muttered.

“And you’re my heater now.” You mumbled into his shoulder, already half asleep again.

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Poseidon Fan Art

Finally finished my fan art of Poseidon ^^ Took a little longer than expected, but I'm so happy with how the details turned out. And I'm so glad so many people stopped by the stream(s) to watch the progress!!

Should I make prints of it?

For higher resolution images, WIPs, extra sketches, and more, please consider checking out my Patreon! ^^

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heyyy here's my concepts for poseidon :]

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POSEIDON DESIGN?! Istg i tried

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it took almost no convincing for me to just run off and paint a slightly spicy Poseidon.

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You already know why I’m here. Sitting in Poseidon’s lap, please and thank you 😌🔱🌊

Of course. Ask and I shall provide, friend. 🙂‍↕️🌸 Enjoy~

🫧Sitting in Poseidon's lap🫧

“Lean your head back a bit, Guppy.” Poseidon instructed, his voice slightly muffled from the comb he had between his teeth. You were nestled in his crossed legs, wiggling excitedly as he threaded his fingers through your hair with almost reverent care, his brows furrowed in concentration. You did as you were told, craning your neck slightly back, and you felt his calloused fingers brush against your forehead and temples as he maneuvered a few stray locks of hair back with the rest, before he began meticulously weaving one braid along your temple. 

“And please, sit still.” 

A soft, amused laugh left you at his slightly irritated tone, which held no bite, only fondness, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself enough to stop your excited movements in his lap. 

Never had you imagined that your divine lover would have offered to help you with your hair for an event, but when he had arrived earlier in the day, seeing you huff and puff at your vanity, he had guided you to sit on the bed, grabbing your comb along the way, and was now carefully braiding your hair. Closing your eyes, you let out a contented hum and focused on the gentle caress and motions of Poseidon's skilled fingers doing their magic on your unruly hair. 

“What is this event again?” He questioned from behind you, now weaving another braid along the opposite temple after having secured the first one with the comb somehow. Out of reflex you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, only for Poseidon to give you a small glare, before firmly positioning your head like he wanted with a soft grunt. You apologized with a small chuckle, and closed your eyes again before answering. “It's a charity event. There'll be an auction, which I will be in charge of.” You explained, your hands beginning to fiddle with the sash of your dress as the anxiety of hosting said auction began rearing its ugly face. 

The hands in your hair momentarily paused before resuming their work, and Poseidon sounded a small hum. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, even as you kept nervously fidgeting with the sash in your lap. You felt Poseidon's hands and fingers linger on some spots as he worked, a fingertip tracing the shell of your ear, a thumb subtly rubbing gentle circles at your nape and his fingers massaging your scalp soothingly. There was a gentle gust of wind that blew over your neck, and a small shiver went through you. Opening your eyes, you glanced back at him through your peripheral, curious as to what he was doing, the gust of wind a sign of him using some sort of divine power. 

“You'll see soon enough, Gem.” You narrowed your eyes slightly at Poseidon's words, his knowing smirk evident in his voice, so you just huffed in half-hearted annoyance. An amused chuckle sounded behind you, and you felt Poseidon fasten several things into the braids. “There. Give me your phone.” Without looking back, you handed him your phone, and a few seconds later you heard the telltale sign of a picture being snapped before you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back against his chest. You craned your neck back, this time to look up at him, and he leaned down slightly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, before holding your phone up in front of you, and a soft gasp escaped you when you saw what he had to your hair. 

Two medium sized braids went from your temples, combining into a single big one, the braids were weaved loosely, and inserted between the strands were pearls and crystal clear droplet shaped gems of various sizes, but none bigger than a fingernail. Before Poseidon could even react, you had snatched the phone out of his grasp, zooming in on the picture, studying the intricate braids and the beautiful ornaments he had decorated them with, your jaw dropped in awe. “Seidon, wha- how-” Words failed you as you took in the beautiful hairdo on your phone screen. You could scarcely believe that it was your hair if it wasn’t for him having obviously just styled it. Poseidon merely chuckled, highly amused by your stunned awe, and he rested his chin on your shoulder to look at the picture alongside you. 

“Millennia of practice, Guppy. And a little divine bedazzling. I believe you called decorating something with shiny and sparkling objects that.” He hummed as he turned his head to place a soft kiss against your temple, careful not to disturb his hard work, before trailing his lips down the side of your neck in chaste, soothing kisses. “You’re anxious about tonight, so I thought that if you felt like the most beautiful woman at the event, which you would have been regardless of the braid and accessories, it’d help boost your self-esteem.” Poseidon muttered in a gentle, reassuring voice, which was slightly muffled by speaking against your bare shoulder. Gently, he pried the phone from your hands, tossing it carefully onto the corner of the bed, before he turned you in his arms so you’d be facing him, and a large hand cupped your jaw. You looked up at him with big, grateful eyes, and you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. 

“Thank you.”

Poseidon smiled fondly at your softly spoken words, and he held you tightly against him, his lips pressing a loving kiss just behind your ear, his lips moving up to trail along the shell of your ear, his teeth barely grazing the sensitive skin as he sweetly whispered into it. 

“You’re going to do amazing tonight, my heart. And when you get home, we’ll celebrate your debut as an event host together, yeah?”

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ooo or siren even playing w his hair 🥺 i feel like she would do that a lot. do his braids or switch it up a bit

Ugh y’all are making me want to write fluff drabbles with them I swear, this is so fricken cute.

I do have a short, 5-minute exercise blurb to satisfy the need for soft Poseidon moments. It’s not necessarily related but hey, it’s on theme:

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“What are you doing, pet?”

You weren’t sure yourself. You were bold, but even this felt like a little much. And yet, seeing your god cross legged upon your kline, reclining as he examined a tablet of clay, his lap seemed like the most comfortable place in the world. “I just wanted to join you,” you answered, turning around and settling against his firm chest.

Poseidon seemed hesitant, his hand hovering over your shoulder as you tried to quell your racing heart. Eventually, however, you felt the steadying weight of his palm over your thigh and you relaxed further into his warm embrace. To your right, the tablet reappeared, and Poseidon settled his head atop yours as he resumed reading. You busied yourself as well, wrapping your thread into a neat spool.

It was soothing, just sitting here like this. You were engrossed in your own respective tasks, in your own responsibilities as weaver and ruler. But you were doing them together, bound by the security of each other’s company. The whole situation felt so domestic, so right, and your traitorous, hubris-filled heart wanted to stay like this forever.

If this is what life partnership could look like, maybe having a husband wouldn’t be so bad. No, that wasn’t it. You smiled to yourself, a secret thought just for you—the only reason it felt so right was because it was Poseidon’s embrace you were resting in.

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If you want more Poseidon fluff, might I suggest @mannythemunchkin’s Sitting in Poseidon’s Lap one shot she wrote for me? There’s also @lisalamona’s Average Midnight Water Break and @ghibli-love-ss’s Hold Me Close (And Never Let Me Go) for all your sweet, lighthearted reading needs 😌

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regardless of what you were gonna write the idea of siren and poseidon having a kid is so funny bc imagine this kid grows up and asks how they met 🤦‍♀️ me personally? i'd have a fake story prepared before that kid is even born 💀

LMAO I DIDN’T EVEN THINK OF THAT

Hypothetical kid that may or may not exist: “Mama, you’re a mortal right?”

“Yes, hon, that’s correct.”

“And Papa is the God of the Seas?”

“The one and only :)”

“So…how did you and Papa meet?”

*grip tightens around her spindle, loom screeches to a halt*

“W-well, uh…” *clears throat* “Mama was a very devoted follower of your Papa. He gifted me a very special shell when I was just about your age. After years and years of speaking into the shell, your Papa answered back when I was…um…p-praying…”

“What were you praying about?”

“W-well- I…was praying to have an amazing and wonderful child of course! And here you are, my little treasure~” ‘phew that was a close one’

“Is that when you got pregnant? Did Papa put me in your belly with his magic?”

“*snaps spindle in half* :D Aha HA- um, n-no dear. That’s not, that- you know what, why don’t you talk to your father about this, hm?”

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“Papa, I’m a demigod right?”

“Yes, little one, you are indeed.”

“So…did you put me in Mama’s belly with your magic when she prayed and asked you for me?”

*spits out nectar* “…Where did you get that idea, guppy?”

“Well, Mama said you met when she prayed into her shell and asked you for a child. She wouldn’t tell me how you answered her prayer though.”

“PFFT- I, uh. Ahem. I suppose that’s one way to describe what she was asking for that day…”

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The Looking Glass (EPIC: Poseidon Fic)

Aaaaaaand we are back! I have once again wasted all my words on the chapter, so not that much preamble this time. Just a warning that this one goes pretty hard into the hurt/comfort aspect. Preview for you below the cut, per the usual :)

“Is that…us?”

You both heard Poseidon’s laugh and saw each shake of his shoulders through the crystal’s now mirror-like surface. You lifted your hand slowly then waved, watching in awe as your reflection waved back. You rose to the tips of your toes and leaned back and forth, up and down, as if to test the accuracy of the illusion. Only when you noticed Poseidon’s counterpart from the corner of your eye, his liquid fist poorly hiding his snickers, did you finally settle back on your heels and turn to face him properly.

“I would tell you how it all worked, but I wouldn’t want to send that mortal brain of yours spinning,” Poseidon teased with a gentle poke to your forehead. You recoiled and rubbed at where his finger made contact with an intentionally petulant pout. “But, as you can see,” he continued, “Krustyre’s minerals are very good at transmitting and retaining images. I thought it would make for the perfect gift.”

Your ears perked up and you ceased your fidgeting as Poseidon finally took the leaf-wrapped object and extended it toward you. You hesitated, eyes flickering back and forth between Poseidon’s face and his outstretched arm. He raised a single brow at you and you finally relented, accepting the object with both hands. You took a deep breath and slowly began to unweave the verdant palms, revealing-

Yeaaah that's right, you didn't think I'd put it all on tumblr, did you? You can click on the banner above to finally find out what this mystery gift Poseidon has been teasing is 🙂‍↕️

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