#sulis minerva

[tuurverheydepoetryandprose]

Statues by NorthMyth on Etsy

[mydarlingsunshine]

Sulis - Goddess of the hot springs of Bath - Goddess of healing, justice, curses, springs,prophecy, and the sun 🌅

[nehalenniaspeil]

An altar for Sulis Minerva ⛲

· honey – sun energy, healing

· clear quartz – purification, cleansing

· citrine – sun energy, happiness, luck

· aventurine – well-being, healing, luck

· water vessel – purification, cleansing

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[poeticnorth]

New poem! New poem! New poem!

[catilinas]

the goddess sulis minerva accepts apple pay these days huh

[barbucomedie]

Bronze Head of Sulis Minerva from the Bath, England dated to the Late 1st Century on display at the Roman Baths Museum in Bath, England

This bronze head was discovered in 1727 and was an early indication that the Roman site at Bath was not a typical settlement. Gilt bronze sculptures are rare finds from Roman Britain as only two other fragments are known.

The head is probably from the cult statue of the goddess which would have stood within her Temple beside the Sacred Spring. From there she may have looked out across the Temple courtyard to the site of the great altar, the site of sacrifice, which stood at the heart of that sacred space.  The statue may well be an original object from the foundation of the site in the later first century CE, which means that it was probably well over 300 years old when it met its demise.

The head is slightly larger than life size, suggesting that the original statue was an imposing sight. Hidden in the hair line are several small holes which once held rivets that fixed her tall Corinthian helmet to her head.

Examination of the head has revealed that it has six layers of gilding.  The first two use a technique known as fire gilding whilst the four later layers are applied as gold leaf.  The head has a number of imperfections. There is corrosion which has affected it in parts where it lay in the ground for over a thousand years.  There is also a strange rectangular cut beneath the chin.  It is thought that this may result from a flaw in the original casting process in which a bubble on the surface may have been cut out and filled with an inserted plate.  When gilded over it would not have been visible.  This plate has subsequently fallen out as a result of corrosion whilst in the ground.

Photographs taken by myself 2023

[queenoftheimps]

The Ea-Nasir meme reminds me of how in Bath, England, there's the famous Roman Baths. If you ever visit, they have displays of all these prayer tablets that were found in the spring of the goddess Sulis Minerva, where people tossed them into the waters to ask for aid.

And like, 90% of the ones I remember being on display went something like:

"Someone stole my cloak while I was bathing and I would like you to punish them with blood and plague unless it is returned by Thursday"

"Please place a curse upon Bob, who took my gloves while I was bathing, thank you"

"I lost six silver coins in the baths and it was definitely stolen by either Steve or Joe or Peter, please bring your divine wrath upon the head of either Steve or Joe or Peter for this terrible deed"

Because people have always been people, and we have always needed a way to complain about the petty daily bullshit we have to put up with

(You can read more of them here on Wikipedia)

[acidlake]

Fireteam Pinion on anti-Shadow Legion Sweep, abandoned Golden Age Settlement, 22 klicks south of the Sulis Minerva Exclusion Zone.

[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love, part 12 (steddie, steve whump, stobin fic)

Alternate ending S4: Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 13

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Eddie POV

To Eddie, there’s something way too police-like about the way Hopper escorts Steve to the Humvee. He even raises a hand to check Steve doesn’t knock his head, while climbing in the rear seat. Eleven gets in the far side of Steve, and Robin piles in on the near side. 

Robin shoots Eddie such a mean look and slams the armoured door. Left standing in the mud, Eddie gets it—subtle as a monster punch in his gut. Stay away from Steve.

“Let’s move.” Hopper motions urgently, and Eddie trudges over and gets in.

“You sure you want me riding shotgun? What with me being… Oh, I dunno, verified spawn of Satan?” 

Hopper drops his voice to a barely audible rumble: “Whatever game you two were playing last night, I don’t wanna know.” He doesn’t sound chummy. Not actively hostile either. “I promised your uncle I’d look out for you, if I could.”

Eddie inhales sharply: “You’ve seen him? He’s okay?”

“He salvaged your six-string after the quake. He wanted me to tell you.”

Eddie snorted; cannot deny it’d played on his mind. God, Wayne knows him too damn well.

Hopper fiddles with the switches on the spartan dashboard. “Not gonna say he’s okay, because nobody in Hawkins is. Our best hope is that the military pull out when they can’t find Eleven. We still have allies, acquaintances of Owens, though their numbers are thinning fast.”

“That who we’re running to?”

Hopper has some kind of plan, which he explains as he grinds into gear. They’re heading for a remote road, where these remaining ‘allies’ have arranged further transport. “Luckily,” says Hopper, “you guys were pretty much on route.”

“We can’t stay away long,” says Eleven. “I have to go back. I can beat One, with help from friends, and…”

Eddie peeps over his shoulder, sees her staring hopefully at Steve. Who is staring glassily ahead.

“Steve?” prompts Robin. “Anything you feel like sharing.”

“Will you gimme a break? Look, I got an idea about what’s behind all this. I don’t know how much sense it’s gonna make, so…”

Nothing could’ve prepared Eddie for what Steve discloses next. “I know how nuts this must sound,” Steve says. Eddie, like the others, is temporarily stunned speechless. “That I should be… That I should’ve drowned in that lake, when I was a kid.”

“The only thing nuts,” says Robin, who’s literally cuddling him from the side, “is that you didn’t tell us this sooner.”

Steve squirms. “Honestly? It only came together in my head in the past day or so. It was like a really annoying jigsaw puzzle, and jigsaws are basically my least favorite thing ever.”

“We need to figure this out,” says Hopper. “There was no gate open to the Upside Down in 1978. Doesn’t mean Steve’s powers, if that’s what you got, aren’t linked to the Upside Down, or the experiments at Hawkins Lab. If they are, doesn’t mean they’re all bad news. Look at El.”

“I guess.” The Humvee rocks and rolls over a particularly cavernous pothole, and Steve flinches hard. “In my dreams and shit, I see this trippy… I don’t know how to describe them. They’re like a ghost or something; also, not quite a ghost. Whatever, I got this hunch they’re behind it.”

“Could be some kind of water spirit,” says Robin. “Or even a goddess. Oooh, so the Romans worshipped this water goddess, Minerva, and the ancient Celts had Sulis—"

“Be serious,” says Steve.

“I am serious. In Native American religions, water can represent a link between life and death. I wish I knew more.”

“Not sure I wanna know any of this.” Steve peeps down at El, who’s not quit staring at him. “If this is your crazy-pants frenemy after all, now would be a really good time to tell me.”

She shakes her head. “No. If I sense anything, it’s good… soft… like Mama should’ve been.”

“Oh,” says Steve. “Can you, like, see them too?”

“No.”

“Son-of-a-bitch!” bellows Hopper. The Humvee’s wheels churn uselessly in the sludgy ground. “Everyone out, apart from you.” He points at Steve. “You okay to take the wheel?”

Steve revs for about ten seconds. Eleven uses her powers to unstick the armoured vehicle, and nobody needs to shove. Trouble is, they get stuck again about ten minutes later. And again, five minutes after that. Soon after they next get going, there’s a loud metallic clunk. The Humvee chokes, splutters, and dies completely.

They all tumble out yet again, apart from Steve, who stays put, and nobody argues. Hopper props up the hood. “Munson, you any good with cars?” 

“Uh, hello?” says Robin. “My moms jumpstarts her Chevette every single day.”

That distracts Steve’s guard-dog. Eddie suffers a moment of agonising indecision then pops his head in the rear seat.

“How you doing?” Eddie knows it’s a stupid question. 

Steve shoots him a withering look, fluffs his messy hair. Eddie slides in beside then totally freezes up. He feels horrible about Steve’s arm in the sling, and as for the rest of it… 

HE DIED! On the other hand, I died too.

Yeah, how exactly does Eddie Munson fit into this beyond-freaky legend? He hardly gives a shit— he’s not the one seeing ‘ghosts’ and, worse, starting to resemble a ghost.

“Eddie,” whispers Steve. “I might need to get away.”

“Get away?” mouths Eddie. “What do you mean? From Hopper?”

Steve’s silence is answer enough.

“Granted, the dude’s packing heat,” says Eddie. And driving a freakin’ tank. "He’s not holding you hostage.”

“I know that. God, I’m so confused.” Steve’s stopped being grouchy or fighty. Which is pretty un-Steve, and scary in itself. He curls a hand over his eyes. “I feel like I’m being… I dunno, pulled in the wrong direction.”

A power chord of fear twangs across Eddie’s every fibre. “You want us to go back to Hawkins?” 

“Us?” Steve emerges from behind his fingers. “No. Hop’s right. You’d be arrested and I’d be… Ugh, I’m so goddamn sick of this. I want this all to be over, so we can… you know, fool around together.”

He reaches out, hooks a strand of Eddie’s now-totally-mad hair behind his ear, and sorta smiles. For a single damn fine moment, that smile sparks in his eyes; Eddie loses himself there, and their world is perfect.

Then Steve’s fingers drift away. Eddie wants to catch them, kiss them, promise he’ll do anything Steve needs. He’ll take down the whole damn US army, slay Vecna in a blaze of glory, even if he dies AGAIN trying, and yet… 

… Holy shit, he’s terrified of Steve! Scared that, if he touches him, he’s gonna crumble into dust, or…

“Earth to Eddie?” Steve waves in front of Eddie’s nose. “Have I added invisibility to my list of useless powers?”

“No. It’s just… I want this over too, so we can do, uh, yeeeaah, stuff.” Wow. Call yourself a lyricist, Munson? He’s rescued by a roar from the Hummer’s engine. That sleepwalker’s glaze returns to Steve’s eyes, and it feels way too much like another door swinging closed in Eddie’s face.

Although the dinged motor is fixed, the mud continues to be literally a pain in the butt. Nobody enjoys the bruisingly rough ride on the rock-hard, upholstery-free seats. 

“At this rate, we’re gonna have to ditch this piece of garbage and walk,” says Hopper.

“Jesus Christ, just ditch me already,” mutters Steve, who’s turned a disturbing shade of gray-green. Hopper doesn’t argue, which makes Eddie think he isn’t taking all that Steve says seriously. Which makes Eddie feel kinda sick, too.

What should they do? He wishes he could talk to Steve alone again, this time be less of a tongue-tied dipshit. That said, how can Steve go back to Hawkins? Right now, he can’t hardly walk.

They’re halfway across a patch of open land when they get stuck yet again. Eleven’s nearly as washed out as Steve, her nose bleeding. Hopper suggests they get the Humvee moving the traditional way.

“Shame about all that rain,” says Robin, as she, Hopper and Eddie pile out to push.

“Is that a dig?” snaps Steve, from the driver’s seat.

“Wasn’t supposed to be. Sorry. Sorry.”

They’ve barely put their backs into it, when Hopper squints into the air and curses louder than ever. A distant juddering noise reaches Eddie’s hearing.

“Oh my God,” cries Robin. “Is that—”

“Sikorsky search-and-rescue Hawks,” shouts Hopper. Yup, Eddie counts a battle-wave of ten or more. “Into the trees. Go, go, go!”

“What about our tank?” Eddie jumps on instinct to help Steve, who’s clambering out, seeming kinda dazed. Robin blocks Eddie’s path. It’s all a moot point, because Hopper’s already got to Steve.

“If they see it,” says Hopper, hustling Steve ahead of him, “chances are they’ll take a potshot.”

“I can crash them,” gasps Eleven. “Done it before.”

“Not a great idea, kiddo,” says Hopper. “They’ll know for sure it’s us, and throw everything they got into this part of the country. We’ll never make our meet.”

Eddie is scratched from head to foot by outdoor crap, before Hopper says, wheezing hard, “This’ll do.” They all get down in a bunker-like dip. Steve kneels beside Eddie, Hopper behind them. Robin shuffles around to crouch beside Steve.

“Do you hear that?” murmurs Steve to Eddie.

“Uh, yeah,” replies Eddie. “Evil empire TIE fighters, straight outta the Death Star.”

“Not them. A river or something. Loud. Like a waterfall.”

“Could be a giant bear taking a slash?” says Eddie, because life is currently so unfunny, he really might as well. And no, he can’t hear any water. Only the crescendoing approach of that airborne death squad.

“Bears have gotten so far down my ‘worry about’ list,” says Robin, “that that’s scary itself.” She picks a cobweb out of Steve’s hair. Steve, meanwhile, closes his eyes. He starts to tremble. “Uh, Steve,” says Robin, “what are you—”

“What d’you think I’m doing?” Bitchy Steve has returned, which Eddie chooses to find reassuring. “They’ll see the Hummer for sure. If I can actually do what you say I did—”

“It makes you sick,” hisses Eddie.

Robin bristles. “Since when did you care?”

“Will you both zip it?” says Steve.

Robin rubs his back. Eddie considers squeezing his knee, then decides against it. Hopper stops scrutinising the skies, brow furrowing: “What’s he doing?”

“Nothing!” Robin’s overwrought smile is stupidly guilty.

“Stevie?” prompts Eddie. “Is there anything we—”

“No, no. I remember this insane crackling. If I can get that going… Gnnng!”

“Anger helps,” whispers Eleven, from the far side of Robin. “What makes you angry?”

“A ton of shit! I can’t… Jesus, it feels like my head’s gonna explode.”

There’s a blinding flash, and a deafening thunderclap. Steve crumples forward, and Hopper grabs him by the scruff of his sweater before he hits the dirt. Eddie shrinks back, his own heart beating like it’s gonna bust outta his chest.

Steve’s now basically hyperventilating. “Ssssh, you did great.” Hopper gently braces an arm around him. “You gotta calm down. Breathe slower, nice and steady, huh?”

Eddie glances up at a bank of wispy grey clouds that hadn’t been there before. A few tense moments pass, the air palpably crackling with an electric tension. Then the noise from the choppers begins to fade.

“They’re turning around,” says Hopper. “Hawks can’t fly with lightning around.”

Robin’s shoulders sink with a relief Eddie shares. Steve, however, groans miserably. Hopper is still keeping Steve upright and asks, “You gonna puke?”

Steve scrunches his face and nods. 

“Stop goggling and get lost,” says Hopper to the others. Nobody disobeys. They’ve not gone a dozen yards, before Robin trips and falls on her face. As Eddie stoops to help her, she springs back up without aid. Far more shockingly, she throws her arms around Eddie’s neck:

“Oh my God, oh my God, I know the powers are awesome but he’s sick and I’m so scared he’s dying. What do we do? How can we help him? WHAT DO WE DO?”

All Eddie can do is press his cheek to her hair, and answer with an honesty that jack-knifes through his guts. “I don’t know, Robin. I haven’t a goddamn clue.”

Part 13

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PS--In case anybody's worried... while there is plenty of trauma ahead, I only do happy endings ;)

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology @finntheehumaneater (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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[tuurverheydepoetryandprose]

[mydarlingsunshine]

In praise of Sulis

(Adapted from Orphic Hymn #8 to Helios)

Hear, golden Goddess, whose eternal eye

with broad survey illumines all the sky,

self-born, unweary'd in diffusing light,

and to all eyes the mirror of delight.

Maiden of the seasons, holy star,

from darkness hope comes beaming from afar,

with thy right hand the source of morning light,

and with thy left unconquered queen of night.

Your march agile and vigorous, radiant sun,

round heaven's course with haste and might you run.

Foe to the wicked, but the good soul's guide,

o'er all steps to the good you do preside.

With precious waters, Shining Queen, tis thine,

to gift unto the world healing divine.

Mother of ages, guide of prosperous deeds,

holy seer, from whom clear sight proceeds,

Sulis Invicta, all-seeing, bearing light,

source of existence, pure and fiery bright,

friend of crops, immortal queen of years,

strong and warm, whom ev'ry power reveres.

Great eye of heaven and the starry skies,

fated with eternal flame to set and rise,

dispensing justice, truth from you dost stream,

the world's great star, and o'er all supreme.

Faithful defender, and the eye of right,

of days the ruler, and of life the light.

From sacred springs pour blessings great and pure,

to each soul peace, and for each ill a cure.

Propitious on these humble labours shine,

and bless thy suppliants with life divine.

[nehalenniaspeil]

— Welcome 🌞⛲🍀

Hello Pagan Tumblr!

My name's Artemisia, and i've been walking a pagan path for 5 years. Here's a list of traditions/deities/ways that i'm working with :)

I. My Paths

· Avalonian tradition

· Celtic polytheism

· Hellenic/Roman polytheism

· Norse polytheism

II. My ways of Witchcraft

· Bath witchcraft

· Crystal witchcraft

· Elemental witchcraft

· Green witchcraft

· Hearth witchcraft

· Kitchen witchcraft

· Ogham

· Sacred wells & springs

· Sea witchcraft

· Sun witchcraft

· Swamp witchcraft

· Water witchcraft

· Weather witchcraft

III. Deities & spirits

🍀 IRISH/GAULISH/BRITTONIC/IBERIAN/WELSH 🍀

· Airmed

· Andraste

· Ataegina

· Brigid

· Coventina

· Elen of the Ways

· Epona

· Eriu

· Gráinne

· Gwenhwyfar

· Lady of the Lake

· Lugh

· Medb

· Morgan Le Fay

· Nantosuelta

· Nehalennia

· Nemetona (Arnemetia)

· Nimue

· Rhiannon

· Rosmerta

· Sequana

· Sirona

· Sulis Minerva

🦢 NORSE/GERMANIC 🦢

· Baldr

· Eir

· Eostre

· Freyja

· Frigga

· Hlín

· Idunna

· Óðinn

· Rán

· Sunna (Sól)

· Thor

· Valkyrjur

🌞 HELLENIC/ROMAN 🌞

· Amphitrite (Salacia)

· Aphrodite (Venus)

· Artemis

· Asklepios

· Eos

· Flora

· Fortuna

· Juno

· Jupiter (Zeus)

· Salus (Hygieia)

· Mars

· Minerva

· Neptuno (Poseidon)

· Pax

· Pomona

· Proserpina

· Sol Invictus

· Vesta (Hestia)

⛲ SPIRITS ⛲

· Lady of the Fountain

· Lady of the Lake

· Melusine

· Mermaids

· Naiads

· Nereids

· Oceanides

· Sisters of Avalon

· Spring/well spirits

· Undines

· Valkyrjur

[evenaturtleduck]

One of my favorite things about Alexis Hall's books is how you *think* you're getting a fun romantic comedy about like, a regency lady and a dashing sorceress or a guy who falls in love with his boss while faking amnesia, and then there's literal human sacrifice to Sulis Minerva in the first one and it turns out that the second one is actually about grief and capitalism.

But also they're really fun romantic comedies.

[jackypaperstudios]

Sulis Minerva

Sulis is the goddess of the sacred thermal spring in Bath, England, at the site of the roman bath-temple complex known simply as Aquae Sulis.

[beckysbook5]

The Sinister Booksellers of Bath by Garth Nix - ARC Review!

Today on my blog I have a review for #TheSinisterBooksellersofBath by Garth Nix. Filled with characters you can't help but adore, lots of quirkiness and plenty of action! Thanks to @gollancz for the review copy. #BookReview

There is often trouble of a mythical sort in Bath. The booksellers who police the Old World keep a careful watch there, particularly on the entity who inhabits the ancient hot spring. Yet this time it is not from Sulis Minerva that trouble starts. It comes from the discovery of a sorcerous map, leading left-handed bookseller Merlin into great danger. A desperate rescue is attempted by his sister…

[barbucomedie]

Pewter Curse Tablet from Bath, England dated between the 2nd - 4th Centuries CE on display at the Roman Baths Museum in Bath, England

Curses containing messages to the Goddess, Sulis Minerva, were written on pewter or lead tablets and then thrown into the Sacred Spring at Bath. The belief was that this action would bring these curses to reality.

This tablet details the theft of Vilbia, someone who is thought to be a woman and a slave. The curse includes a list of names of possible culprits who either stole Vilbia or helped them escape.

The Bath Curse Tablets are considered some of the most important artefacts from Roman Britain due to how they show the use of vulgar Latin and the Latin that was in use in Roman Britain. This is one reason that they were inscribed into the UNESCO Memory of the World register of significant documentary heritage. They are the only documents from Roman Britain on that list.

Photographs taken by myself 2023