#thor devotee

[kindorthorr]

CHANT FOR ÞÓRR.

Viking raiders and East Slavs have maintained a good contact throughout history as the Rurik Dynasty of Norse origin ruled the ancient land of Rus’ from its capital; Kiev, where Scandinavian culture began to mix with the local Slavic. Hence the Slavic god Perun and Norse god Þórr were widely honoured throughout the lands of Norsemen and ancient Slavs.

This chant is solely my own. I translated many words and phrases to Old Norse from various sources in order to produce my own chant that I will be using to tribute him and develop the exchange with my heritage.

"Þróttigr hermaðr, er hēdhra þu. Bliðr viezla fyrir þú ek sjá, þinn megin, makt ok ør-grandr.

Er blóta þú með minn megin ok girnd til fit illrrinn. Þrúðugr ok stiltr – þú haldnaturerinnr með þinn Mjǫllnir.

Hlórriði! Dynja, elding, veðr ok baðmr ór fjörlausn. Þórr! Ek trust þinn makt ok abilitr.

Þú eru makt, inn meginrinn ok protectorinn ór mankinð. Þróttigr hermaðr, er hēdhra þu.

Dynja, elding, veðr ok baðmr ór fjörlausn. Hlórriði, þróttigr hermaðr. Þórr, er hēdhra þu."

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"Mighty warrior, I honour you. Pleasant feast for you I see, your strength, power and honesty.

I worship you with my strength and desire to fight the evil. Powerful and controlled – you hold the nature with your Mjölnir.

Thor! Thunder, lightning, storm and tree of release of life. Thor! I trust your power and abilities.

You are the power, the strength and the protector of mankind. Mighty warrior, I honour you.

Thunder, lightning, storm and tree of release of life. Thor, mighty warrior. Thor, I honour you."

[w-y-r-d]

My UPG: Thor absolutely loves energy drinks as offerings.

[acrystalwitch]

From my drafts, guides i hope to post in September

[lokislittlestar]

I’m currently struggling with potential oral cancer

And I have a low paying job and I need help paying for treatments

Anything is appreciated

[roboticchibitan]

I think "outside barefoot in the pouring rain during a thunderstorm" is my ideal state. It's thunderstorming here and I've been in a lot of pain all day and been trying to not make myself miserable by wallowing in it. And the rain started coming down super hard and I thought, "going outside barefoot right now would Fix Me."

So I threw a thick wool shawl on over the crop top I'm wearing and went and stood on the front walk barefoot while the rain came down for a few minutea.

And it did. It did fix me. I feel grounded, relaxed, and at peace. This is the happiest I've felt in weeks. Sometimes you just need to stand in the rain barefoot.

[poorbrokemess]

It's been a winter mess here, so busy!

Fed some crow friends

Reading while working

Snow

[honoringthor]

No longer burning blossom crafts

Thor's hammer

By SallyA

Etsy. BurningBlossomCrafts

[acrystalwitch]

Watching a show about Thor on his day of the week. Within the first 10 minutes of putting on the show there is a giant thunderstorm outside 😅 hi Thor!

[cantstoptheimagines]

Their Reaction to You Losing an Eye

Summary — Preferences for Atreus, Kratos, and Thor from God of War!

Requested by @nickeverdeen — Hey there! Can I please ask for hcs with either God Of War or Horizon Zero Dawn characters with a reader who lost their eye and is insecure about it? If for God Of War then pls hcs with: Kratos, Atreus (older or young is up to you) If Horizon Zero Dawn then pls hcs with: Aloy, Talanah (you don’t have to do Talanah if you don’t wanna) Also pls let me know if you’re uncomfortable with the request Take time and care about yourself ❤️

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Depictions, discussions, and mentions of severe injuries (losing an eye, fainting as a result of pain); canon-typical violence; envisioned Ragnarök!Atreus for this work; I tossed Thor into this request because he’s my husband.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 433. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ I recently met T.C. Carson, who was the original voice for Kratos in the God of War series, after which I ran to write this request (even though it’s intended for Christopher Judge’s version)!

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atreus

in all honesty, he wouldn’t quite know how to act. his emotions would be all over the place, tears streaming down his face as his father and freya tried to help you. the coverings on your face are soaked in your own blood. “don’t leave,” muttered atreus. he finds himself kneeling by your side as he pleads with you, one of your weak hands held tightly in both of his, “please don’t go.” but his newly discovered godly abilities are still out of sorts. his sadness quickly shifts to anger at those who caused you harm. his wrath is unlike anything the world has ever seen. he won’t stop until you, his dearest companion, is properly avenged, so don’t be surprised if he returns with your attacker’s head.

kratos

this man does not hesitate. in mere seconds, kratos is lifting you into his arms and calling out for someone, anyone, who can help. he avoids looking at the blood that decorates the place where your eye should be. “i lost faye,” he mutters. “i won’t let you go as well. stay awake!” everything is a blur. whatever vision you have left is slowly turning to gray as a sudden wave of tiredness overtakes your body. the pain of it all is settling deep into your bones. as kratos’s muffled voice calls out for you in a panicked tone, you allow unconsciousness to take over, and the world finally fades into darkness.

thor

he breathes heavily, staring down at heimdall with such rage that the golden-eyed god realized he was experiencing fear for possibly the first time in his life. a gentle touch on his arm, however, tears thor’s focus away from his father’s devotee. his eyes drop to the deep scar on your face — a new habit he’d developed recently — before they drifted to meet your lone eye. heimdall scurries away at the same time thor’s fingertips graze your cheek.  “why do you keep me from tearing him apart?” whispered thor. “he needs to be punished for what he’s done to you.” a sharp inhale came from him when your touch caressed his strong chest, exactly where his heart lay beneath his skin. he was quick to let his rough palm overlap your gentle hand. “heimdall is a fool,” you replied in the same quiet tone he had been using. “why waste your days threatening him when you could be with me instead? his punishment will come when the time is right.” he was only convinced when you pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. perhaps, for now, he could set revenge aside.

[the-voice-beckons-below]

the last prayer

bucky barnes x deity reader (he/him, third person)

this is my entry for @elixirfromthestars ‘s cinema writing contest! it’s probably quite an out there prompt but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!! (dialogue prompt used: “it’s okay, i’ve got you now”)

synopsis: a decade has passed since the initial capture of james ‘bucky’ barnes, who after so long is finally running out of time to save his humanity. which is why for some reason he makes the absurd choice to pray, and unbeknownst to him, wakes something dark and ancient.

warnings: torture, violence, hints to murder, angst (it’s bucky, very expected). it’s not super religious, reader is like a god the way loki or thor is buttt there’s a few more mechanics to it involving worship and dormancy.

wordcount: 3,045

there is no god.

not within hydra’s snare, not within the depths of torture and brainwashing that has now spanned across years.

hope has long since been abandoned, if there is a hell, this is it, there is surely nowhere worse than this.

so bucky doesn’t know why in the heat of it all, while clutching at the tethers he’s been desperately hanging onto, the fragments of who he was - is, where they try to pull him apart once more, that he suddenly decides to hopelessly pray.

he does it silently in his head, viewing himself opaquely from behind a looking glass as they beckon him to become a machine. it is clear that soon, he will be buried within his own body, that something mechanical will take over to do terrible, terrible things. bucky knows by now that there is no light at the end of this tunnel, only blood, only death, caused by hands that are somehow attached to him.

he isn’t ready for when they finally break him.

there is no answer, the assumption can only be correct as they strap him down tighter into that blasted chair and try to forcibly fry his mind. electricity fizzles and crackles all throughout his head, it will forever burn, even when he’s not in the chair he feels it, a phantom pressure seeping beyond his socket, that is hard to discern if it’s real or false.

the harsh truth echoes all around him, reverberates in his bones.

no one is coming to save bucky barnes.

well, bucky barnes died falling from that train, he died the second hydra sunk their claws in. he is continuously dying as they slowly dissect whatever is left, they are in real time, attempting to convert him into an object, into a machine without autonomy or control.

they are trying to take away what is innately human. his thoughts, his feelings, they will be scrapped and forged into programming, orders and targets.

so yes, it is very obvious by now that no one is coming to rescue him from this.

what he isn’t aware of, is how wrong he actually is. this time bucky has not been ignored, something has noticed the anguish plaguing him, and it listens with rapt attention. it hangs achingly on every word, every cry, that echoes from him.

it is heard by a previously dormant god stirring awake from the depths, for the very first time in centuries. he wakes up nestled between dusty and crumpled ruins, what might’ve been an altar in his name, there are no scriptures or scrolls, it seems that he has been forgotten until now. a deity who slumbered without a single follower or believer for an untold amount of years, suddenly awoken by the most desperate and profoundly broken plea he’d ever heard.

there is barely time to look around, for the environment to sink in. why had his final resting place been here? why was he forgotten? who was his last devotee? a million questions flood his long, awaiting, buzzing body. a fizzle creeps inside his gut the longer he waits, the more he lingers and doesn’t attend to that sharp, hopeless call.

the god doesn’t falter, he brushes any tiredness away, this is his first follower in a long time, and they need him.

the scene that greets him does not aid his protectiveness, it only trebles it. it is no wonder the call had seemed wrenching, what is being done is unfathomable, a contraption which from just one look seems sickening. restraining a man, holding him so tightly in place, and the thing lodged against the eye is horrific.

whatever the plate attached to the right side of the face is, it’s certainly alive, spitting live sparks and light straight against skin. the person in the chair is biting down so hard that he’s surprised the other’s teeth aren’t cracking under the fierce pressure of their jaw locking. despite his caller’s mouth being firmly shut, the screams pouring out are barely muffled, they’re guttural, raw, and they make the god’s stomach twist even more.

it is nothing like he has ever seen before, and he has seen countless of lives, of mortals, their squabbles and war, their arguments and their loves. this surely cannot be the doing of humankind, it is too cruel, how can someone mutilate another in such a way?

but his eyes are not deceiving, there are humans in white coats roaming all around, ignoring the one so obviously in excruciating pain. they are used to it, that realisation alone makes his blood boil.

he cannot withstand it a moment longer, any previous silent acknowledgement to not meddle with mortals unwinds far from him. it doesn’t matter anymore, there is no religion in his name, it is just him and this one small devotee, soaked in pain and suffering.

so when he finally steps out of the shadows, now visible to the human eye, he doesn’t bother with politeness or pleasantries, those were already revoked at this point. there is no forgiveness, gentleness or compassion in the way he squanders the crowd surrounding the caller. it is a mess of screams, thick black clouds swamp the room, none of what occurs can be seen, but it undoubtedly violent, twisted, and permanent.

he just hopes if the soldier in the chair was watching, the smoke obscured it enough. to the god’s horror, the machine is still on, whirring and humming hauntingly. he doesn’t know what it is, what it does, but he strides towards it with panic anyway, and frantically rips it all off, searching for injury with furrowed brows.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you now.” he means it, this stranger is just that, a stranger, someone he does not know, yet the urge to take care of the other is overwhelming. “can you speak? what is your name?”

the voice that answers him is gravelly, spoken by a spent and tired man, “m’bucky, my name, it’s…it’s bucky.”

it is clear that bucky is delirious, stuck in a heady haze from whatever just occurred, because it takes him a few seconds to register the mass of people are gone, that the thing speaking to him isn’t human, that he’s being touched by someone who might once again hurt him. it isn’t a surprise that he flinches, and then tries to scramble away, it’s like his entire body gets dunked in total fear.

the god moves back immediately, unable to help the frown overcoming his face, the last thing he wanted was to scare this bucky. thinking quickly, he changes tactics and crouches lower to the ground, akin to approaching a spooked animal, his hulking body looks awkward with trying to appear small. “you called for me. i will not hurt you.”

bucky’s steel eyes flash with confusion, then uncertainty, then anger. “that’s not funny. i don’t know who you are, but just get it over with, don’t fucking play with me.”

a part of him wants to huff, to scowl at the way a mortal is talking to him, but he can’t really find it within himself to care enough about it. this human is unique, an enigma that doesn’t even know itself. instead of frustration, he sinks deeper into patience for this new follower.

slowly, he reaches towards the soldier, watching carefully for any jerky movements or instinctual reactions, when all he finds is wary glances at his hand, he continues, softly pressing the pads of his fingers against bucky’s ear that is lightly bleeding. it is miraculous what gods can do, how much magic they have within just their very fingertips, in the next moment, the trickle of blood is gone.

it looks like there was no injury to begin with. he repeats the action around the man’s head, and even around the shoulder which is deeply scarred and yet seemingly still deeply painful and sore. after the deity is done, he leans back, intently watching bucky’s face.

his brows are furrowed, lips parted, he appears to be a breath away from an argument or accusation. his muscles are pulled taut, ineffably tense, the metal of his left arm creaks. “you’re fucking kidding me. there is a god…and it took you this long?” it comes out flat and the laugh that leaves bucky is humourless, a bark that’s full of venom.

he doesn’t know what to say, there isn’t much to be said. despite the words spoken, there is not just hatred in bucky’s eyes, there’s also relief, but it seems neatly tucked away behind anger. “there’s multiple actually,” he awkwardly stops that sentence at the look on bucky’s face, half disbelieving and the other half pissed off. “i’ve just been dormant.”

the man borders on a scowl, “what do you mean dormant?” there seems to be more movement in his body now, enough so that he squirms to get out the chair, but immediately falls to his knees when he does, the deity is there to catch him, keeping him relatively upright. bucky huffs at the touch, his body still a little slack, the god shudders from the heat radiating off the human and pulls back enough to give him space. its been a long time since he's felt any warmth.

“i haven’t had anyone pray to me for a long time. so, i was dormant, asleep, unable to wake up until someone woke me. you did.” it's a clipped admission, like he is covering up how raw the reality actually is.

there’s a pause, a breath of confusion, “i did?”

he nods back to bucky, “you did." he then hesitantly adds, "i am sorry that i couldn’t come sooner.” there is a guilt that claws at his chest, bubbling up straight to his throat, where he is unable to swallow, “but i’m here now, and no one will hurt you, not while i’m here.”

he guides bucky far away from the chair, and then uses his magic to take them somewhere even farther, absent from the effects of time and humanity. it is extremely void-like, an ocean of ink that spans an unfathomable distance, yet it is not cold. more than anything it is comfortable, peaceful, if you focus hard enough you can hear the distant tweets of birds or the hustle and bustle of brooklyn.

atleast that’s what bucky hears, it’s a place designed to be safe, reminiscent of home. “why save me? could’ve just left me there.”

“i wouldn’t have.” its the truth, “and you needed me. you called for me.”

“i still don’t get it.” he scowls, but it holds almost no malice, he stares up at the god, eyes searching for something, for a hint of betrayal or bad intentions.

the skepticism finally washes off bucky’s face, whatever he’s looking for, he doesn’t find it, he is probably too tired to keep his guard up, he’s been doing that for years. this place has the sounds of brooklyn, when he closes his eyes, he swears he can hear his ma’s voice, gentle, coaxing in his ears to rest. he’s been solely burning on reserves that haven’t existed, fighting against a force that was bound to always beat him, until a god decided to fight in his corner, which is still incredibly hard to wrap his muddled head around.

“you should rest.” the god speaks again, gaze flickering to bucky with an emotion the soldier can’t decipher. he settles down on his knees, huge body furling against the ground, and he watches bucky absentmindedly.

there is still that strange expression coated on the god’s face, almost like the start of a goodbye, close to fond and sad.

“where do i slee-“ before bucky can even finish, there is a bed conjured right in front of him, obscenely big compared to the cramped bed he used to sleep in, the apartment in brooklyn he shared with steve, with chipped walls and its slightly stale air. this bed would cost a fortune, he feels odd even stepping towards it. the question of how it appeared lingers on his tongue, but he’s too exhausted to question it, a god is right next to him, he doesn’t have the capacity to think about what a god can’t do. “oh.”

he still hesitates to clamber into it’s mountainous duvet and circle of fluffy pillows. even though the deity healed parts of him, there is still an awful ache that weighs him down, it’s like any sort of pain is clinging to him, whether it’s imaginary or not. subconsciously it feels like a trick, it can’t be safe can it? he’s not safe from hydra anywhere, they will always find him, he is just property-

“rest.” the god repeats, firmly, but almost faltering. “you’re not needed yet, i’ll wake you up when it’s time.”

“hey now-“

bucky doesn’t even have time to question that sentence, the moment his body sags onto the bed, it feels like coming home. there are inklings of steve, his ma, his siblings, brooklyn, everywhere and everyone he has ever loved, he hears them faintly, he smells them distantly. it is enough to lull him to sleep almost instantaneously, so even though he wanted to narrow his eyes and demand what that statement meant, he cannot. his mouth fills with cotton, his body weights what feels like tonnes, he is warm, he feels safe.

his eyes droop as he melts into the duvet, it is warm, comfortable, such a contrast compared to the agonising frost of cryo. there is a semblance of peace that nestles into his worn bones, it’s the first time in a long time that he can breathe, exist, without an abnormal amount of pain. in this odd bed, in an incomprehensible realm, bucky slips into a soft slumber.

bucky barnes has a larger purpose, he cannot just go back to brooklyn, he is needed, decades in the future. he will wake up to find his best friend was presumed dead and yet was somehow found, buried in a block of ice. somehow him and steve will have survived, and they will find each other again. both of their families will be mostly long gone, as well as everyone they ever knew, but they will have each other.

and bucky barnes will have avoided the reality where he got moulded into a killing machine, ruined beyond comprehension that he forgot who he was entirely. there is still a lot of work to do in this version, the man is still traumatised, may forever be wounded by what was done to him, and there is no guarantee in the future that hydra won’t get him again and finish the job, but atleast for now, he is alright. he is asleep.

the god will watch over, and will also be alone for around 60 years. no one will pray to him, he is quite sure of it, whatever happened with bucky was purely accidental, but he is glad it happened. his larger purpose is making sure bucky gets where he’s needed, and then after that? well, it will likely be dormancy, and this time, permanently. it is something he’ll need to make peace with, not now, but eventually.

after a few years, he momentarily departs from bucky, triple checking that the man is still comfortable and sleeping, and then heads to where he woke up.

it is still abandoned, desolate, it is in all, a sad sight. he meticulously checks everything, each compartment and nook is empty, ransacked. his gut twists with the realisation that they removed him from history, there isn’t a singular scroll or scripture. there is an urge to cry that wells within his chest, he has officially failed in his godhood, but it is fine, it has to be fine.

it may be hours or days that he spends wallowing in those ruins, raking over it what feels like a million times, committing the pathetic structure into memory, as if it might change for the better, or maybe because he won’t see it again. he has no plans to depart from bucky once more, there is no one else to visit, so he leans down, right next to the barren altar and presses a featherlight kiss to the cracked, carved stone. it is a goodbye for all those he failed, and all those who once followed him.

when he returns, bucky is still sleeping, but he has fidgeted with his metal arm, it glints and gleams, rippling with a hypnotising light. it is still strange to see, he doesn’t know whether to scorn it or admire it on the man knowing the way it got there must’ve been from a deep tragedy. there is a big chance he will never get the opportunity to ask how he got it, and a small pit of sadness swells within him.

despite it all, bucky is a vision, face messily framed by a brown mane, long eyelashes, slightly parted lips and his scratchy stubble. the scars on him are far from grotesque, they paint a picture so vivid he is unsure if he can look away. this man has survived, and in the future some day he will live again.

in all of his years existing as a deity, watching and observing lives but never living one himself, he lets himself yearn, for just one singular moment. what would it had been like? to chase fulfilment? perhaps love? it sounds odd, but the most emotion he’s ever felt is now, in the presence of being forgotten, but also protecting bucky. a part of him desires to inch closer to the man, to cradle him, or even weave his hand through that brown hair. he wishes to provide comfort for someone who’s been deprived of it for so long, but he sits perfectly still, and watches, just like he’s always done.

he has never been quite so attached to a singular mortal before. it could be because it’s the last one he might ever see, but that’s already false. there is something undeniably magnetising about this man, so, he finds himself quite lucky to be the one to watch over him for the next few decades.

it is a privilege to guard bucky barnes, he concludes.

divider creds: @strangergraphics-archive

author's notes (it turned into a huge rant be warned): if im entirely honest its been hard to write what ive wanted to write recently, partly because i felt obligated to cater to a wider audience. i put a lot of pressure on myself because i thought people wouldn't really read if i wrote a reader that was trans or used he/him. i am trying to get out of that mindset, and attempting to write whatever id like to, i think its just the people pleasing side of me being a little too incessant. this however was a step to writing what i wanted, and for that reason im really happy with it.

this is turning into an author’s ramble, if you’re curious on what happens to the god/what the god looks like in my mind, here’s the answer: some of the canon mcu events still did happen, the initial plan for the god was to watch over bucky for around 60 years, but bucky may have been needed by fate sooner. in any case, no matter when bucky wakes up, the god is expecting to go dormant, except i like to think that bucky doesn’t necessarily worship this god, but definitely remembers him, thinks of him in hard times, and in doing so the god stays alive, and dutifully (and excitedly) watches bucky’s life. he very predictably falls in love with bucky, but never takes action. the next time these two actually see each other would be after thanos’ snap, and when bucky blips, he ends up in the god’s realm. i imagine this time that bucky would refuse to sleep, insisting on knowing what’s going on in the world while he technically doesn’t exist anymore.

it would be such an interesting dynamic imo, bucky reuniting with this old god that saved him, knowing that he’s actually not forever dead because otherwise he’d be somewhere different, so he knows sometime in the future the avengers figure out how to undo the snap, and in the meantime he sets it as his goal to befriend this giant god who he only briefly got to speak to in what feels like a past life. i think by the end of it, when bucky gets snapped back, the god promises to visit bucky properly, because after five years of talking and keeping each other company, they’re quite close. this deity loves bucky fiercely, and bucky is probably a little taken aback when he realises, but eventually tries to show reciprocation.

can you imagine the faces of the avengers when one day this GIANT humanoid thing is walking behind bucky like a scary dog and they’re like tf is that??? are we just going to ignore that eldritch being hello???

that brings me to what i picture this god to look like personally, everyone’s interpretations upon reading will be different which i love!! i see him as huge in height, potentially multiple arms, shadow-like in the sense he’s pure black, his skin almost looks like a void, im imagining white eyes (perhaps multiple), and he’s both sharp and soft.

one last thing, i’d like to thank my one mootie for giving me the motivation to start writing more, you know who you are beloved!! (not tagging because i’m not sure if a he/him reader is your cup of tea but i wanted to do an end credits dedication to you mwah mwah 💕!!)

i said one last thing but i lied, im hoping i can maybe do one more entry for this challenge, it’s a great motivator and the prompts are simply amazing!! thank you so much EVERYONE who reads this at any point in time, it means the world to me <3

also song that helped to keep inspiring the fic was “about you” by the 1975

[bramblywitch]

YES!!!!

Norse Pagan Opinion time, but Thor reminds me so much of Boromir and Freyr is like Faramir. I mean these as the highest compliments 🙏

[the-mortuary-witch]

ODIN

WHO IS HE?

Odin is the god of wisdom, healing, death, royalty, the gallows, frenzy, knowledge, war, battle, victory, sorcery, poetry, and the Runic alphabet. He is the son of Borr and Bestla, and the King of the gods (the Æsir). Odin is a complex and multi-faceted deity who is associated with various characteristics and symbolisms, such as the raven, the wolf, the spear, and the Runes. He is often depicted as a wise and powerful god who has knowledge of the past, present, and future, and is able to share this knowledge with humans through his gifts of poetry and divination.

BASIC INFO: 

Appearance: in Norse mythology, Odin is often depicted as a tall, old man with a long, flowing beard and a one-eyed appearance, having sacrificed his other eye in exchange for wisdom. He is often portrayed as wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a cloak, and he often carries a spear named Gungnir and a shield named Huscarl. Odin is also often depicted as sitting on a throne and wielding the Runes, symbols that are used for writing and magic.

Personality: he is often depicted as a wise and powerful deity who rewards his devotees with wisdom, strength, and protection. He is also known for testing his followers and expecting them to undergo difficult trials and quests in order to prove their worthiness and commitment. In some myths, Odin can also be depicted as a harsh and demanding god, who expects his followers to be strong and fearless warriors who are willing to fight and die for their beliefs. Despite this, Odin is also depicted as being a patron of poets and scholars and can also be seen as being very compassionate and protective towards his followers.

Symbols: valknut, right-legged horse (Sleipnir), wolves (Geri and Freki) , ravens, spear (Gungnir), cloak, yggdrasil, and the Ansuz, Wunjo, Gebo, and Othala Runes

God of: wisdom, healing, death, royalty, the gallows, frenzy, knowledge, war, battle, victory, sorcery, poetry, and the Runic alphabet

Culture: Norse

Plants: mugwort, Yggdrasil, plantain, wormwood, chamomile, pine, apple, fennel, juniper, elfwort, and wotan’s herb

Crystals: agate, caledonite, labradorite, gold, onyx, jasper, anorthoclase, erionite, anglesite, afghanite, elbaite, calcite, siberite, brookite, cat’s eye quartz, Burmese sapphire, petrified palmwood, cape may diamond, blue moon quartz, Iceland spar, burkeite, tiffany stone, bavenite, prophecy stone, gibbsite, blue sapphire, colour change garnet, amphibole, blue tiger’s eye, trolleite, herderite, pollucite, anhydrite, rosasite, purpurite, shattuckite, larvikite, thulite, herkimer diamond, lazurite, quartz, merlinite, K2 stone, indigo gabbro, ilvaite, dendritic opal, garnierite, petalite, galena, barite, holley blue agate, cavansite, feldspar, blue calcite, and lapis lazuli 

Animals: wolf, raven, eagle, snake, bear, and horse

Incense: pine, apple, juniper, frankincense, myrrh, and dragon’s blood

Practices: ancestor worship, shadow work, death magick, healing, and spirit work

Colours: grey, deep blue, and black

Number: 9

Zodiacs: Aries, Pisces, and Capricorn

Tarot: The Hermit, The Magician, and The Hanged Man

Planet: Mercury 

Days: Wednesday and Yule

Parents: Bestla and Borr

Siblings: Loki (blood brother), Vili, and Vé

Partner: Frigg

Children: Thor, Baldur, Víðarr, Heimdall, Vali, Rindr, Jörð, Gríðr, Höðr, Tyr, Meili, Ítreksjóð, Hermóðr, Bragi, and Nepr

MISC:

War and battle: Odin is associated with war and battle because he is the god of war. He is often seen as leading the Æsir gods into battle and playing a important role in the outcome of the fights. Odin is also associated with the concepts of strategy and battle frenzy, which are important aspects of war. He is often depicted as a warrior, riding through the battlefield on his eight-legged horse named Sleipnir. Additionally, he is also considered as the god of the slain, as he gains many of the fallen warriors who died in battle in his halls, Valhalla.

Death: he is associated with death because he is the god of the slain, which means he oversees the souls of warriors who die in battle. In Norse beliefs, warriors who die in battle are believed to go to Valhalla, a great hall in the afterlife where they are said to feast and fight alongside the gods until Ragnarok, the end of the world. As the god of the slain, Odin is believed to lead the warriors of Valhalla and rule as their chieftain. This connection to death is also reflected in the fact that Odin is often associated with the rune Eihwaz, which symbolizes death and rebirth.

Spears: he is said to be the owner of a powerful magical spear named Gungnir. Gungnir is said to have the ability to never miss its mark and always find its target, and is also said to return to the hand of its owner after being thrown. According to some myths, Odin obtained Gungnir from the sons of Ivaldi, who were skilled craftsmen and skilled in magic. Gungnir is also said to be one of the three magical weapons that Odin received from the sons of Ivaldi, along with the ring Draupnir and the boar Gullinbursti.

Weapons: in Norse mythology, Odin is associated with weapons because he is the god of war and was said to be a powerful warrior himself. He is known for carrying many powerful weapons, including his famous eight-legged horse named Sleipnir, and his spear Gungnir. Thus, Odin's association, with weapons, is primarily due to his role as the god of war, and his reputation as a powerful and capable fighter.

Ravens: Odin was said to have two ravens, named Huginn and Muninn (thought and memory), who would fly around the world and bring back information and knowledge to him. The ravens were said to perch on Odin's shoulders and whisper secrets into his ears. The connection between Odin and ravens is emphasized through a number of myths and symbols, such as Odin's own nickname as "Raven-god".

Wolves: one of the main reasons why he is associated with wolves because he is the leader of the wild hunt, a supernatural procession of the dead that travels the skies, led by Odin and his band of wild hunters. The wild hunt is often depicted as a group of warriors riding on horseback and accompanied by spectral hounds. Odin is also associated with wolves in other ways, such as the fact that he is accompanied by two wolves named Geri and Freki that are his companions.

FACTS ABOUT ODIN:

He created Geri and Freki while feeling lonely during his travels and battles, so he created both wolves so he could have some company. 

Odin created Huginn and Muninn to help him explore the world and learn about what was happening, they tell him everything they hear and see. The ravens represented Odin's memory and thought, and were considered to be part of him. 

He was gifted Sleipnir by Loki because Odin needed a powerful mount to travel the Nine Realms. 

Odin has many names, including the All-Father, Havi, Fjolnir, the Mad One, the Hanged-God, Graybeard, the One-Eyed, and Shield-Shaker. 

He created Midgard, the home of humans, and Asgard, the home of the gods. He connected the two worlds with a rainbow bridge. 

Odin was not just a warrior, but also a shape shifter. He could turn not just into people, but animals too. He often appears as an old man, probably to symbolise his wisdom, and also so that he wouldn’t be noticed.

HOW TO INVOKE ODIN:

Create a dedicated space like an altar with symbols associated with him, such as runes, ravens, or wolves, offer appropriate gifts like mead or a small sacrifice of food, and perform a ritual involving meditation, chanting, or a prayer specifically directed to Odin, asking for his guidance or wisdom while focusing on his attributes like knowledge and courage; always remember to approach the practice with respect and understanding. 

PRAYER FOR ODIN:

Lord Odin, All-Father, God of the Æsir, Keeper of Valhalla, I call upon you. I seek your protection for you who ride Sleipnir across the Nine Realms, you who command the Einherjar, warriors of old.

Just as your mighty spear, Gungnir, never misses its mark, let your protection find me in my time of need. As your ravens, Huginn and Muninn, see all in Midgard, may your watchful eyes safeguard me from harm. Let your wolves, Geri and Freki, embody fierce guardianship, warding off unseen threats.

I stand beneath the watchful branches of Yggdrasil, beneath the expanse of your gaze, All-Father. I pray for your protection, to guard me from the shadows, to fortify my spirit against fear and uncertainty, and to equip me with the courage to face adversity.

Lord Odin, grant me your shield, not just in the form of a barrier against harm, but as the wisdom to avoid danger, the strength to face challenges, and the resilience to recover from falls. I hail to you, Lord Odin. 

SIGNS THAT ODIN IS CALLING YOU:

Seeing Runes in unexpected places, specifically the Ansuz, Wunjo, Gebo and Othala Runes. 

A feeling of being drawn to the Norse mythology or culture

Repeatedly seeing or dreaming about symbols associated with Odin (e.g. ravens, wolves, runes, etc.)

Experiencing a strong desire for wisdom or knowledge, especially relating to the past or future.

An interest in poetic language or storytelling. 

Feeling the need to engage in acts of courage or warrior-like behavior.

Experiencing personal transformation or having a strong sense of spiritual awakening

Noticing unexpected acts of synchronicity or coincidence. 

Having a strong desire to learn about runes, shamanic journeying, or magic. 

Feeling a pull to act with courage or to stand up for your beliefs. 

OFFERINGS:

Poetry. 

Images of animals he is associated with, especially of Huginn and Muninn (his ravens), Sleipnir (his horse), and Geri and Freki (his wolves). 

Drinking horn. 

Wolf fur, teeth, or claws. 

Food and drinks: red wine, garlic, mead, beer, ale, quality alcohol, whiskey, smoked salmon, red meat, grains (oats, wheat berries, barley and buckwheat), beef, leeks, asparagus, garlic, and honey. 

Weapons, especially spears. 

Raven or crow feathers. 

Animal bones. 

Runes, specifically the Ansuz, Wunjo, Gebo and Othala Runes. 

Drawings and Art of Him. 

Spearheads and arrowheads. 

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

Giving offerings to Huginn and Muninn (his ravens), Sleipnir (his horse), and Geri and Freki (his wolves). 

Honour his wife, Frigg, children, and companions. 

Read and write poetry. 

Practice divination. 

Be honest and keep your promises. 

Be Kind to ravens and crows. 

Call upon him when you’re studying or trying to do well academically. 

Use and study Runes in honour of him, such as using runes in an altar to him in particular. 

Give thanks to him on Wednesday (Odin’s Day). 

Read and study things that genuinely fascinate you. 

Take time to learn about local folklore. 

Practice thinking your words and actions through. 

Be kind to your own Father, as Odin is often known as the “All Father”. 

Stay up-to-date with the news in your general area, or the world in general. 

Acts of courage in battle (any kinds of battle, like with addiction or mental illness) can be dedicated to him. 

Light a lot of earthen Incenses and candles in honour of him. 

Be as courageous as you can in honour of him. 

Stand up for those who need it. 

Help others. 

Always go seeking for knowledge. 

Drink mead, wine, stouts, black coffee, and dark teas in honour of him.

[cultkinkcoven]

Theists have to deal with the reality that their Gods and symbols will almost inevitably be appropriated by assholes. And it SUCKS

I be trying to do research on Ashtar and Attar and all of his symbolism has been absorbed by antisemites and Heaven’s Gate motherfuckers.

I was having a conversation with Lucifer about how conservatives have largely bastardized the imagery of Jesus and the cross, and Lucifer expressed that the same thing has happened to him and almost every other popular deity in existence. Aphrodite’s symbolism is adopted by terfs constantly, Lucifer’s sigil is deeply tied to alt right white nationalism, just as Jesus’ name is. Just as Odin and Thor are as well. Zeus is often paraded by misogynists and incels. And it SUCKS. IT SUCKS!!!!

This is a special reminder that there are assholes in every theistic community, there are assholes who don’t even truly understand what their deity stands for, (HOW?? ARE YOU A DEVOTEE OF APHRODITE AND A TERF THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE) and these assholes are not an accurate representative of that deity or their actual devotees.

Painting any religion, spirituality, or deity with broad strokes because of the actions of the worst of their “people”, is a severe disservice.

I HATE that Lucifer’s legacy is so often distorted because of how deeply he’s been embraced by literal fascists, and with my blog I am trying to slightly level the narrative. There will always be dumbasses that claim that Lucifer does in fact love eugenics and hates jews and gays, but anyone who has had the honour of even being in his presence knows that couldn’t be further from the truth. Anyone who preaches supremacy does not know what it means to be a Luciferian or a Satanist. Not everyone is who they say they are.

Edit: WE DON’T FUCK WITH THE SATANIC TEMPLE OVER HERE

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[peridottimebomb-blog]

Absolutely BEGGING Thor for a day off work because my body is so tired. I offered him a bottle of homemade mead, which I hope is enticing enough.

The mead I make isn't super sweet, but I made it with my own hands and it'll give you a solid buzz.

I associate Thor with blue collar workers and laborers. I wouldn't say I'm a devotee as my practice drifts more towards the Vanir and Jotnar (Skadi, Hel), but I do have a hammer pendant made by my grandfather and I'll wear that on days when I need a little extra oomph.

[talonabraxas]

Aum Agnaye Swaha!

Amanita Muscaria "Fly Agaric" Talon Abraxas

Fly Agaric in Mythology

Mythologies from around the world echo the enigma of the Fly Agaric. Everywhere it is seen as a semi-divine being and often it is associated with the mighty thunder gods and their cosmic fire. In India, for example, Fly Agaric is sacred to Agni, the god of fire. His devotees made sacrificial offerings of Fly Agaric while partaking of it as a sacrament. It is said to have helped them to commune with their god.

In Mayan dialects, Fly Agaric is known as ‘Kukulja’, which also means ‘thunder’. The Lacandon Maya call it ‘Eh kib lu’um’, which translates as ‘ the Light of the Earth‘ (Rätsch).

In parts of northern and Eastern Europe, it is sometimes called ‘Raven Bread’ in allusion to Woden’s companions. According to legend, the wise ravens were Woden’s constant companions. They would travel on his shoulders, whispering many a secret into his ears. Woden /Thor is a thunder-god. He is a wild, shamanic god of nature, who commands the elements. He gallops across the sky on his brave steed, Sleipnir, the eight-legged stallion, who runs swift as the wind and kicks up the storm clouds in his wake. As he gathers speed, foam forms at the horse’s mouth and drops to the earth. Magically, each drop of foam becomes a Fly Agaric.

In Western mythology, the Fly Agaric represents the archetypal mushroom – even people who know nothing about fungi recognize it at once. But, depending on their heritage, people are mostly conditioned to fear all mushrooms (a condition known as ’mycophobia’). Only the flavorless varieties found on supermarket shelves are believed to be edible. (This has changed a bit, in recent years, as Eastern Europeans, who love mushrooms, have brought their love of fungi with them as they migrated around Europe.