#hephaestus’ handiwork

[heliophaestus]

he's just a normal guy who doesnt like musicals

[ID: A drawing of Paul Matthews from The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, holding a hand up to his face to stop bright blue liquid pouring down his face out of his nose and mouth. He has a horrified expression on his face, and is lit from behind by a bright blue light and a bunch of small blue particles on a dark background. /End ID]

#fuck dude.. first post in a while sorry about that #ANYWAYS. back into tgwdlm so hard rn i forgot how Normal i could be about these guys #love putting this guy in particular through it #cw emeto #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #paul matthews #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #starkid #team starkid #starkid fanart #jon matteson #tgwdlm fanart #hephaestus’ handiwork

[khaire-traveler]

🌋 Subtle Hephaestus Worship ⚒️

Creating carvings/sculpturs; wood, soap, soapstone/gemstone, clay, etc.

If you're struggling with a disability, being kind and gentle with yourself; you are doing the best that you can

If struggling with medical conditions, research your treatment options; be well-educated on the subject to know your rights

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Collecting volcanic rocks

Have a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Have a donkey or crane stuffed animal

Have imagery of cranes, anvils/metalworking, or fire (cranes would likely be good for a Christian household)

Treating your body kindly; taking care of yourself physically

Support homeless shelters or organizations that assist the disabled

Light a bonfire in his honor; gather with loved ones around it or sit alone in peace

Make your house a home; honor your space, and make it your own

Try new hobbies/activities that allow you to work with your hands, especially creative and inventive endeavors

Learn about technology; try your hand at computers and the like

Support small businesses and artists, especially those that sell handmade items

Learn how to build/craft things, such as bird houses or diorama-like art pieces

Practice self-acceptance; give love to yourself, especially when you're having a difficult time

Take time to meditate alone or simply decompress by yourself for a bit

Drink hot chocolate, tea, or any warm and comforting drink

Making a list of positive things you encounter throughout the day; try doing this each day

Embracing all of your feelings, but allowing them to be felt and released

Practicing patience; a lot of handiwork and craft work will help with this

Spending time with loved ones, especially found family

Playing video games you enjoy

If you have any walking aids or similar, customizing them and making them your own

Having pictures of ancient Greek architecture around, especially the Temple to Hephaestus

Learning a new skill; improving learned skills

Selling your personal art/crafts; taking commissions for your work

Practice independence if it's something you struggle with (I'm not suggesting you isolate)

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May add to this later on! For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Hephaestus. Take care, y'all; hope this helps someone! ❤️

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

#hephaestus deity #hephaestus worship #helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #pagan tips #deity worship #paganblr

[ecoamerica]

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[nothoughtsgayboy]

The Creation of Humanity

(the creation of humans, the Day of Fire, Prometheus' punishment)

The Gods were bored and needed something to do, something to provide them with entertainment. So Zeus set the Gods to work - having them each mold the creatures to populate the Earth with. They quickly busied themselves with their jobs, and soon all of the Earth's creatures were formed.

Next the creatures needed abilities - something to set them apart from others and give them a fighting chance of survival, after all, it wouldn't be very entertaining if they all died of within a couple hundred years. For this job, Prometheus was chosen. Prometheus is the Titan God of forethought, making him very suited for the job of ensuring species' survival. However, Prometheus' brother, Epimetheus (Titan God of afterthought), wanted a chance to prove himself and asked to do Prometheus' job, promising that he would let him inspect his work before they presented it to the rest of the Gods.

Prometheus begrudgingly agreed and Epimetheus began his work, taking great care with the abilities he gives to the creatures. Once he had finished his job he proudly showed his handiwork to his brother. Prometheus was pleasantly surprised, until he noticed a neglected figure that hadn't been given any abilities. He turned to his brother, asking him about the creature. Distraught at his mistake, Epimetheus admitted that he didn't have any abilities left to give to the creature - the 'human being'. There was no time to make amends and the creatures were presented to the rest of the Gods, who - delighted with their creations - populated the Earth with the various species.

It was immediately clear that humanity would not survive very long, their lack of abilities put their species at a huge disadvantage. Despite them being doomed to extinction, Prometheus felt a strong affinity towards human beings and realised that they needed a unique ability to survive as a species. And so he gave them one.

It came down like a lightning bolt, and suddenly the previously helpless humans were gifted Promethean intelligence.

Their newfound intelligence allowed humans to develop speech and spread survival techniques amongst themselves. The rest of the Gods naturally assumed that intelligence was humanity's ability. The Gods realised that due to their intelligence, human beings could fear the future.

And of course, the Gods were doing this for entertainment, so they made it so humans had to offer sacrifices to the Gods and ask them for the future to turn out the way they wanted. In order to give sacrifices they needed to have fire. Prometheus realised this quickly and convinced Zeus to allow humans to have fire in exchange for a portion of the human's sacrifices. Zeus declared that 'this is the Day of Fire,' adding that 'What is done today is final.'

Prometheus is given the task of separating the portions of the sacrifice for the Gods to decide which sections would be offered to the Gods. Prometheus wraps all of the best bits of meat in the cow's stomach, giving it the appearance of haggis. Next he covered the skeleton with fat and put the hide back on it. Zeus picks the skeleton.

When he realised he had been tricked Zeus was enraged. As punishment for Prometheus' deception, he took the fire away from the humans, wanting Prometheus to have to watch the humans he loves so dearly die out. Prometheus still wanted to help humanity to survive, so he broke into Hephaestus' workshop in a last ditch effort. He stole fire from the workshop, hiding it in the stalk of a fennel plant. Once he gave human beings fire, they celebrated and danced all night, overjoyed at the gift of fire. No matter what the Gods wanted to do, what was done that day was final.

Safe to say, Zeus is pissed. Prometheus is bound with chains forged by Hephaestus. He's dragged down from Mount Olympus and the chains binding him are driven into a rock. Everyday an eagle ate his liver. Overnight his liver regenerated and his body healed only for the eagle to come back again the next day.

And so he was stuck in his cruel punishment until 30,000 years later when Heracles is tasked with killing the eagle that has been tormenting Prometheus. He succeeds and Prometheus is left bound and naked, but at least the worst part of his punishment was over.

Years later, Prometheus negotiated with Zeus, offering him information on his and Thetis' future son in exchange for his freedom. At Mount Olympus Prometheus is made to wear a garland around his head, as a constant reminder of his chains.

His job was done - humanity was well and truly alive.

#helpol #hellenic pagan #hellenic polythiest #pagan #greek mythology #greek gods #creation myth #prometheus #zeus deity #zeus #greek myths #epimetheus #this took ages #sorry if there's any mistakes #I did proof read but I'm pretty tired rn #if there's any mistakes please lmk so I can amend it #hellenic paganism #paganism #paganblr #hellenic polytheism #hellenic gods #hellenic polytheist #hellenic deities #hellenic pantheon #hellenic polytheistic #hellenic worship #greek mythos

[pretty-trans-girl-23]

Eyyyyy Episode Five!!!

So after watching this episode I think this is the best one yet! But first the qualms as usual. I didn't like that when Percy gets out of the water he's wet when one of the things was that as a son of Poseidon he cant get wet and i was confused why Annabeth saw the Fates and not Percy but that's neither here nor there. EDGE WAS PERFECT AS ARES (Edge is the stage name in world wrestling entertainment (aka:WWE) for the guy playing Ares (i was fan girling so hard when i saw him))!!! He captures the pettiness and the anger Ares always has and i love the character idea that he starts fights on twitter because THATS SUCH AN ARES THING TO DO!!! The Waterland scene was amazing (especially the little story about Hephaestus's life and the idea of the chair made for Hera being the trap) and i like the little ohmage they did to the book version with the little jar of spiders in the back of the chair. I was gonna complain about Percy not figuring out anything but he was the one who remembered about the myth of how Hephaestus and Aphrodite became married and figured out the trap on his own. I also appreciate that Annabeth is slowly starting to become more snippety with the gods since Percy is rubbing off on her. Percy showing that he made sure to plan ahead and pick Annabeth because he knew she wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice him and then Annabeth growing to actually hesitate as amazing character work because it makes sense for Percy at the beginning to fully believe that Annabeth did not care about him and would do anything for the mission (like how she literally used him as bait in capture the flag) but with him sacrificing himself for Annabeth on the arch Annabeth actually growing and wanting to sacrifice herself instead. I also loved how she was marveling at Hephaestus's handiwork since she is an aspiring architect. I really liked that this version of Grover is smart enough to (at least in my headcannon) research all of the gods and find deep cuts in order to butter them up if he has to. Like I said before i really like the idea they had for Waterland even if it wasn't the original and didn't have Annabeth's phobia of spiders. The ending with percy being the impertinent demigod he is standing up to Ares was also very fun. Overall this was the best episode so far and i'm looking froward to the rest. (there is a lot more that i want to talk about (like the interaction with Hephaestus and the little Gabe snippet where he said "i-I mean WE loved that car") but i'll leave that to others)

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackson live action #percy jackon and the olympians #grover underwood #ares #grover pjo #annabeth pjo #percy and annabeth #new episode #episode 5 #pjo tv show

[witchtipsarewhich]

MOON GUIDES AND DIETY GUIDES New Moon - new beginnings, setting intentions, planting seeds for the future, manifesting desires.

Waxing Cresent Moon - constructive magic, self-love, compassion, courage, envisioning.

First Quarter Moon - draw things in, success, money, finding things once lost.

Waxing Gibbous Moon - constructive magic, motivation, finishing a project.

Full Moon - addressing challenges, psychic development, and divination.

Waning Gibbous Moon - repelling, banishing, destroying that which is unwanted, and clarity.

Third Quarter Moon - overcome setbacks, and transition into something new.

Waning Cresent Moon - bigger banishings, remove things draining energy, dropping things damaging you.

Creativity and Handiwork - Lugh, Hephaestus, Vulcan, Svarog, Birghid, Hestia, Vesta, Shiva, Apollo, Saraswati, Orpheus, Amaterasu.

Chaos - Loki, Anansi, Eris, Apophis, Tiamat, Balor.

Destruction/Baneful - Morrighan, Demeter, Shiva, Kali, Athena, Freya, Thor, Hades, Chernobog, Sekhmet, Ahriman.

Food (Kitchen Spells) - Herne, Osiris, Pomona, Demeter, Dionysus, Gaea, Hades, Horae, Persephone, Carme, Carpi, Hestia.

Femininity/Feminine Energy - Artemis, Venus, Isis, Juno, Cernunnos, Freya, Bona Dea, Oshun, Aphrodite, Hathor, Sophia.

Masculinity/Masculine Energy - Cernunnos, Herne, Odin, Thor, Zeus, Poseidon, Apollo, Ares, Hephaestus, Dionysus.

Love - Brighid, Frigga, Aphrodite, Venus, Eros, Priapus, Cupid, Hathor, Hera, Juno, Parvati.

Magic - Isis, Hecate, Circe, Cernunnos, Cerridwen.

Divination - Birghid, Cerridwen, Janus.

Wisdom - Thoth, Athena, Odin, Omoikane, Saraswati, Abu, Anansi.

Hope this helps! Stay witchy! xx

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

Page break credits @firefly-graphics

Master list

Part 3

taglist: @streets-in-paradise @floraroselaughter

taglist open :)

     There you are!  Athena greeted you as you walked up to her.  “Artemis and I were just discussing her latest hun.t”

“Hello Aphrodite”  She greeted you kindly.  You knew she was Zeus’ favorite and for good reason. She was kind and uncomplicated.  All she wanted was to hunt with her ladies, and who could blame her?  She was free from the politics that threatened to drown you on Olympus.  If you were being honest, you envied her freedom.

“Hello Artemis, how was your hunt?”  You asked.

“Very interesting, I- oh I see father signaling me I cannot keep him waiting much longer he has been anxious to talk, excuse me.”  You smiled at each other and as she walked away,

“Athena you will never believe what happened.”  She looked unsurprised.

“Did another god try to get under your dress again?”  She took a sip from her glass smirking.

“Ugh thankfully not yet but Hera talked to me” That got her attention and you proceeded to tell her about it all.

“Are you serious?  That is surprising.  She tolerates me at best, we just avoid each other.”  Athena said.  “But maybe she means it, after all, you are alike”  You proceeded to talk about it until the trumpets finally sounded signaling the beginning of the evening.

“Here we go, Zeus will have a speech let’s go.”  Athena grabbed your hand and led you into the main area where all the gods were gathering.

     Once gathered in the main area, you and Athena settled into what would be an interesting speech.

“Welcome, gods, goddesses, and anyone in between”  A few nymphs were around, but most were glorified help, as some went around filling drinks with more ambrosia.

“As we all are well aware, this is a special night to honor the fall harvest, which is the handiwork of Demeter.  We have no need of this, but the mortals do and when it is plentiful, we all are honored”  How like Zeus, to try to insult while praising, as he cannot stand not being the center of attention even for a moment.  You and Athena made quick side eyes at each other as many others did as well.  You couldn’t see Demeter but only assumed she was tight lipped.  She always seemed to be put out about something, but you never saw her in a setting where Zeus wasn’t around so maybe that had something to do with it.

“Now, as talented as Demeter is, she had some help”  The crowd murmured a bit knowing what he was alluding to.  “Please come up here Demeter”  She walked up the steps to him with the poise she always possessed but you could tell from her stiff body language she did not want to be up there.

“Now sister, I know how hard you work and no one wants to diminish that”  You fought hard to stay expressionless knowing that it was very important to do so, but knowing he probably had no idea how much work her job was.  “But before we toast her good fortune, we must acknowledge another pivotal person to this good fortune.  Persephone, please join us”  Everyone strained their heads to get a better look at the new goddess walking up the stage.  More than likely only Hermes had seen her before because he delivers messages to Demeter’s realm.  Some even went as far as growing a bit to see over heads.  You tried to look as well, but it was useless so you watched the crowd and noticed a strange look on the god of the underworld’s face.  Was it fondness?  You hadn’t seen him look so kind towards someone before, he always seemed uncomfortable to be in the public eye.  Zeus resuming his speech made you focus again.

“Persephone, you grow more beautiful every day”  He smiled, putting his hand on her back.  She smiled in return but you could tell she wasn’t overly excited to be up there.  But who could blame her?  She must know she was just a pawn in the feud between the other two on the stairs.  But she held herself well and you respected her for it.

“Thank you for your contribution to your mother’s work.  Now everyone, raise a glass for the two goddesses we honor tonight”  Everyone did so.

“To Demeter and Persephone, the goddesses who make the mortal world continue”  He raised his glass.

“To Demeter and Persephone”  Everyone responded.  

“Now before I let you enjoy your evening,” Zeus continued after everyone took a sip from their nectar, “I have something to honor you with.  Hephaestus, if you please.”

Now this grabbed your attention.  Hephaestus was a god who never came to any events which added to his allusion.  You heard the rumors of him, son of Hera who was completely mutilated and deformed, ugly, doing everyone a favor staying out of sight etc.  You knew rumors were based on some truth but knew there had to be more to it.  So like the other drama consumers, you strained to catch a glimpse.  The little that you saw was a solidly built man, who hid under a long cloak, and longer black hair that fell around his face, hiding it.  He walked up the steps, and pulled out a long wrapped object from his cloak.  He bowed to Zeus, nodded to the goddesses and walked back down.  In doing so, you caught a glimpse of his face.  Strong, chiseled jaw, hardened expression and the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen.  And you would know beauty.  You swore you made eye contact and your breath hitched.  That was weird, the last time that had happened was eons ago when you were a young goddess and had just met and been flirted with by Ares; when you didn’t know he had one line he still uses to this day.

“Thank you”  Zeus acknowledged the retreating figure.  “If you will,”  He handed the wrapped object to Demeter who began to unwrap it.  The crowd oohed and ahhed when they saw a beautifully ornate cornucopia, made out of a metal you couldn’t identify.  You noticed that when she touched it a certain way, it would fill with wheat and empty again.  Only one god could have made such a beautiful gift.

“You must thank Hephaestus for the beautiful gift Zeus”  She said in a way that somehow still gave Zeus the honor he was due, but without actually honoring him.  If anyone was paying attention they would be able to tell that was her intention and Zeus didn’t seem unhappy about it.

“Of course.  Everyone, enjoy the rest of the party!” And with that, everyone was dismissed.

#Forged in Love #Greek Mythology #greek gods #greek retelling #Greek Myth Fanfic #greek posts #aphrodite x hephaestus #hephaestus x aphrodite!reader #Multichapter #reader insert

[mp-minry]

A chain necklace, dainty enough

continuation from here.

@mpxhephaestus :

Hephaestus offered the girl a smile with a glint in his eyes. "Yes, I'd like to see some examples. I've been having an issue with the chains breaking almost immediately to the heat and the delicate work involved, so I wanted to get one to see if I could replicate it," he stated. He paced around looking at all the necklaces, and rings and various jewelry pieces. He may have to ask that seamstress on the island, Yura for her help on the shiny side. She was someone who was more familiar around such things. He knew that he didn't look at all close to what he was descibed in the books, but that was good for him, since it was always the element of surprise on his side. As the girl stated that the ones on display may not be ideal for what he was looking for, the God simply nodded. "Alright." he stated. If this girl was a daughter of Aphrodite, he had to be careful and honestly, give his wife credit. At least she had the audacity to keep with her standards. As she came back, Hephaestus made his way over to where she set up what she brought out and took a look at the intricately braided cords, and chains. As she then asked him whether it was meant to hold heavy pieces to endure some sort of forging, the God smirked. He reached for a chain, reminiscent of the braided style he had noticed. "The commission is to recreate a gift. It is not meant to endure heavy pieces but rather a delicate handiwork that can only be done with my specific touch," he stated. Did that essentially confirm that he was the God of the Forge and Fire? Maybe.

"I see." She smiled gently at the other, taking her hands to carefully place the remaining chains along the counter, neatly positioning them so all details could be seen without the need to grab the items if Hephaestus didn't wish to. Listening to his words, Minry had now the confirmation she needed, the man in front of her was indeed Hephaestus and Minry questioned again how could her mother possibly decide to look at some other God while the one in front of her looked so appealing. "My apologies if I'm mistaken but, you're Hephaestus aren't you?" Either to simply solidify her assumption or to break the ice further, Minry decided it was better to ask directly.

There were other motives to have his identity confirmed. The thought of wanting to know more about her own mother crossed Minry's mind, even though she highly doubted Hephaestus would want to talk about Aphrodite. Yet at the same time, Minry was dying to learn more about the reality of their relationship. If there was any currently. "More delicate work I would recommend a classic chain, perhaps a Belcher chain or even Box chain. But considering you would require some sturdiness I suggest a Snake or Herringbone chain."

Minry was very well-aware of the stereotype behind Aphrodite's kids, but she was adamant to show she was not only about being pretty. "These ones, more espeficially." She reached for the two types of chains, holding them up so the other could have a proper look. "Nice to meet you sir. Minry, daughter of Aphrodite at your service." She winked playfully.

#p;:Achainnecklacedaintyenough #mpxhephaestus

[flowerprose]

find the word tag

thank you kindly for the tag, @ashen-crest ! my words were: flat, glass, prickly, and grow. i could not find prickly in any of my documents, so i substituted for the word prick.

From At Home, with Graves, a literary fiction novel:

Hogan has thoughts similar to Pop’s when it comes to politics, but he’s only vocal about his three, portley boys. Too broad and tall for middle school, destined as labourers just like their dad. Sweet things, too dense to turn into something worrisome. Some boys are born into the suits of hunters, but their teeth are pearled and flat, not made for gnashing.

From Space Eater, a young adult science fiction novel:

She remembered patrons in her father’s bar with fingers blackened by mine dust, struggling to lift a shot glass to their lips, and agreed that their vice to drown out the day was far more effective.

From Namesake, a Persephone and Hades retelling:

The real Persephone leans over her hand, spitting into it and watching as soil blooms in her palm. She smears it over the window’s ledge, and in a flurry of seconds, a great canopy of vines and petals grows over the shameful portrait. She knows better than to attempt to break the handiwork of Hephaestus; she can only hope he knows better than to desecrate her gift of spring.

And:

[Persephone] armed some flowers with thorns, a prick to wade away lovers seeking gifts and children taking tokens, and still they’d rather bleed than let her garden prosper.

Tagging: @ozzie-scribe @jacqueattack @neshamahs @jaxwolffwrites

Your words are: bleed, murmur, risk, and salt

#my writing #tag games #writeblr #apologies if you didn’t want to be tagged but i have no idea who likes tag games or not rn! #also the namesake excerpts are from namesake 2018 draft which had some severely overwritten passages #but hey I wrote it

[ihaveonlymydreams]

Junk

BY RICHARD WILBUR

Huru Welandes

worc ne geswiceσ?

monna ænigum

σara σe Mimming can

heardne gehealdan.

—Waldere

An axe angles

from my neighbor’s ashcan;

It is hell’s handiwork,

the wood not hickory,

The flow of the grain

not faithfully followed.

The shivered shaft

rises from a shellheap

Of plastic playthings,

paper plates,

And the sheer shards

of shattered tumblers

That were not annealed

for the time needful.

At the same curbside,

a cast-off cabinet

Of wavily warped

unseasoned wood

Waits to be trundled

in the trash-man’s truck.

Haul them off! Hide them!

The heart winces

For junk and gimcrack,

for jerrybuilt things

And the men who make them

for a little money,

Bartering pride

like the bought boxer

Who pulls his punches,

or the paid-off jockey

Who in the home stretch

holds in his horse.

Yet the things themselves

in thoughtless honor

Have kept composure,

like captives who would not

Talk under torture.

Tossed from a tailgate

Where the dump displays

its random dolmens,

Its black barrows

and blazing valleys,

They shall waste in the weather

toward what they were.

The sun shall glory

in the glitter of glass-chips,

Foreseeing the salvage

of the prisoned sand,

And the blistering paint

peel off in patches,

That the good grain

be discovered again.

Then burnt, bulldozed,

they shall all be buried

To the depth of diamonds,

in the making dark

Where halt Hephaestus

keeps his hammer

And Wayland’s work

is worn away.

#daily poem or at least frequent poem #Richard Wilbur #I can never get over the genius of this poem

[mpxhephaestus]

Blessing of the Gods ||

@mpirelia

 A few years before Hephaestus made his way to Mount Phoenix 

The god had found his life rather intriguing. He rather liked this whole idea of being hot and getting things to go his way without even working hard for them. As someone who rarely had the chance to be like this back on Olympus, the god was rather satisfied. Of course, if he was anyone, he’d find his wife and make her incredibly jealous of what he was now and rub it in Ares face but he would rather explore and vibe around. 

He’d tied his hair up as he’d explored the surrounding area, climbing up hills and walking around, memorizing eveyrthing. He really loved museums and old shops with their weapons collections. He could appreciate great craftsmanship. So of course, that was how he’d ended up running into a demigoddess child with an innate skill in weaponry. He’d ended up in the wrong place and while trying to find his way out, he’d ran into her and immediately began admiring the handiwork of her axe. “This is stunning. The metal flows smoothly, meeting the handle in an ideal. The delicate handiwork in the designs! Stunning example of metalwork!” 

#p:blessingofthegods #mpirelia #SORRY LONG TIME COMINg #I LUFF U

[heliophaestus]

world’s biggest haters <2

[ID: A drawing of Marcille and Chilchuck from Dungeon Meshi. They are standing next to each other and looking at something placed in front of them in disgust. /End ID]

#literally so obsessed with these two. they are NOT having a good time down there #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #marcille dungeon meshi #marcille donato #chilchuck dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi fanart #hephaestus’ handiwork

[voidstilesplease]

a steo demigod (Christmas?) au ficlet :)

~.~

In the middle of Christmas dinner, Liam appears in the Stilinski household. Stiles jumps off his chair, reaching in his pocket for his dagger, and his dad almost drops the tray he's carrying on his way back from the kitchen.

"Jesus-" his father pauses, wide-eyed at the newcomer. Recognition crosses his features; having met and known of Liam's abilities, his stance relaxes. "Liam."

Liam smiles sheepishly up at Stiles's dad, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hello, Mr. Stilinski. Merry Christmas," he greets before he turns to Stiles, who's still startled by his sudden appearance in the middle of their dining room. "Hi, Stiles."

Stiles recovers, closing his mouth. "Liam, what-" he points in the boy's direction, other hand settling on his sweater-clothed hip. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm on a paid excursion," he announces, bringing up a small box with irregular wrappings.

From the kitchen, Heather, Stiles's childhood friend who came to visit for Christmas, calls out, "Noah, do I bring out the entire basket of pies?"

Liam's eyes widen a fraction, as does Stiles's. Stiles meets his dad's eyes, gesturing wildly for the two demigods to go upstairs for their business.

Stiles grabs Liam's hand as Heather's footsteps get closer. They trudge the stairs in less than ten seconds and reach his room in time when Heather's voice asks, "Where's Stiles?" His dad makes up an excuse about Stiles retrieving something in his room and that he will be back shortly as Stiles closes his bedroom door.

Liam looks apologetic when he states, "Sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor."

Stiles purses his lips and reprimands without heat, "That's what Iris-messages are for, you know?" Liam ducks his head, and Stiles drops the topic with a shake of his head. He arches his eyebrows, "So, what brings you here?"

Liam hands Stiles the small box, "I'm only here to give you this."

Stiles studies the box. It's poorly-wrapped with a nondescript little red bow on top. His eyes squint at Liam, questioning. "You're a delivery express now? Last I knew, you were Hades' spawn, not Hermes'."

Liam shrugs, "Yeah, well, the entire Hermes, Apollo, and Ares year-rounders are grounded at camp for the Holidays, so."

Stiles's eyebrows shot up high this time, "What did they do this time?"

"Something about Apollo's sun chariot," Liam's eyes glaze over a bit, and he has a grimace on his face. "Apollo lost a bet against Ares to drive the sun chariot. Theo was about to take it for a ride -possibly to deliver this gift to you himself. But then Hermes stole the chariot -you know, for fun- Ares went ballistic thinking Apollo cheated, Apollo was offended and knew it had to be Hermes' doing. And all Hades broke loose basically," he smirks, "and I wasn't even behind it."

Stiles heaves a resigned sigh, slanting his head. "Sounds like Hermes, Apollo, and Ares."

Liam laughs, "It's relieving to know some things don't change,"

It is. After the summer they had, with the camp almost going against each other, chaos like this brings lightness to Stiles's chest. They are standing up again, rebuilding the rift between them, establishing normalcy.

"So," Liam nods to the box. "If I wasn't clear, the gift is from your boyfriend."

Stiles stammers, feeling his cheeks heating up. "Theo's not my boyfriend,"

Liam smirks, waving his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah. You'll probably be the last to know that you're dating," Stiles opens his mouth to deny some more, but Liam beats him to it. "Anyway, that's why I'm here. I should get my ass back to camp before some monster detects the presence of more than one demigod, or worse, Mr. D finds out I'm shadow-traveling for illicit affairs." He opens the door behind him. "Also, tell your dad I'm sorry for popping up out of nowhere." And in a minute, Liam's gone through the shadows back to Camp Half-Blood.

Stiles looks at Liam's empty space before transferring his gaze down to the present in his hand. He wonders if he's been gone too long and Heather is starting to get suspicious of his absence, but he starts opening the gift anyway, curiosity winning.

When he sees what's inside, his mouth drops. It's a necklace. Not only that, the pendant is the shape of the letter 'S' made of gold and emblazoned with three small blue crystals. Stiles recognizes them as the gemstone Theo found in his pockets when he arrived back to the camp after being marooned for over a month in Ogygia. Theo suspected it was Calypso's doing as a reminder that he had once been to the mystical island.

He is almost afraid to touch it, but Stiles brings it close to admire the handiwork. Theo must have asked someone from Hephaestus to help with it because the intricacies can only be carved by their skillful hands.

His heart races all of a sudden, registering the fact that this beautiful jewelry is for him. He blows a big puff of air, in utter disbelief. Why would Theo give him such a gift? 

Stiles remembers Haley asking Theo for one of the crystals for scholarly purposes since it's a very rare azurite stone coming straight from a legendary unplottable island. The power even one of these must contain would be mind-blowing. But he had refused.

Now, Stiles has all three. Theo gives up his powerful stones as a Christmas present to Stiles. Different feelings are clashing together: confusion, astonishment, excitement, skepticism, deep flattery. He even thinks of how he and the Athena cabin can spend next summer poring over the gemstone that, up until this point, remained elusive to their academic pursuits.

When Stiles turns the pendant, he finds engravings on the other side, and his breath stutters.

"The gods send Calypso heroes to tend that she can't help falling in love within a brief time. But the same ones that cannot accept her offer of companionship because their hearts are bound to others - always the heroes that are already deep in love."

"So these heroes can only leave if they're in love?"

"Yes, Theo, that's what I just said."

The carvings spell out: for bringing me back from Ogygia

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Happy Holidays!

(this probably sucks lol but anyway..)

#teen wolf #steo #steo ficlet #steo au #teen wolf au #teen wolf crossover #cam half blood #teen wolf characters #as demigods #demigod au #tw demigod au ficlet #teen wolf demigod au series #word count: 1020 #fics tag #im so sorry this sucks lmao #i haven't done anything the past few days #been absent mostly #SO what's been happening to the fandom lmao #demigodseries

[nectaric]

@singofus asked:   "I don't know how you stand this blasted heat." Ares complained as he sat there, shiny with sweat and waiting for Hephaestus to be done with whatever this project was so that they could discuss a new spear design. Even his breath felt too hot.

molten metal, open flames, and the sweltering heat of the forge meant little to a god of fire.  it was one perk that came with the territory:  even on the hottest of days, hephaestus was unfazed by how much like an oven his workshop often became.  his brow gleamed with sweat, but hot metal did not burn his skin, and he did not feel the drain of heat exhaustion the way many others might in his stead.  hephaestus knew it was a rare gift, one that was necessary for his line of work -- but he couldn’t help but rub it in ares’ face just a little.

“if you weren’t so insistent upon monitoring my every move, you could enjoy the nice breeze outside and spare your fragile skin and weak constitution.”   he glanced over at his brother, biting back a shit-eating grin, before returning to the gentle handiwork it took to attach the spear head to its shaft.  “you know what they say -- if you can’t handle the heat, stay out of the kitchen.”

#singofus #m: hephaestus.

[skul-the-terf-slayer]

There will come soft rains

Entropy had heard the rumours, but chose not to believe them. They said that Death had killed their beloved daughter, but that couldn’t be right! Death loved Melanie with all their skeletal heart! But the truth was cold and hard, an icy spike through Entropy’s heart. Their leather trenchcoat couldn’t hide their disappointment from the co-founder of The Concepts. “What have I done, Entropy? With this, I have disgraced my name to the Underworld. I am true scum!” Death wailed, leaving Entropy confused as to how a skeleton can cry. “Sir, I don’t think it’s my place to say, but I don’t think the real you would’ve done anything close to... this.” replied Entropy, gesturing to the blood-stained room.

As Death glanced around the burgundy coloured room, one thing caught their eye. A small, gold scarab, one not unlike the ones found in the Great Pharaoh's Desert. “He set me up...” Death mumbled, eyes narrowing into a glare. “We are going to the Great Desert. Entropy, you shall accompany me to the Pharaoh’s tomb, we will sort things there.”

While Death was preparing to leave, Entropy had their eyes locked on the golden scarab. Something was mesmerising about it, something they couldn’t quite put their finger on. In the meantime, Death was heading to the nearest Gateway, ancient structures dotted about the Astral Planes. A stick crunched behind them, making them stop dead in their tracks. “If you are here to kill me, you better make it quick. These hands aren’t exactly clean.” Death said, not turning their head to greet the aggressor.

“Oh, believe me, darlin’, I know. You did a mighty fine number on many a rogue back in the day. But ah’m not here to kill ya, no no. Ah wouldn’t wanna mess up Her handiwork.” the person spoke back. Death recognised that voice. It was the voice of Victor, the famous monster hunter turned lone wanderer. Death snapped around. “Your style hasn’t changed a bit, Vic.”Death said, acknowledging Victor’s outfit.

His attire was a western one, ten-gallon and spurred boots, dark leather overcoat, the whole shtick. The only way to distinguish him from any other 1880s cowboy was his bag, a veritable abyss of weapons, ammo and supplies. He tipped his hat to Death. “Shucks, you remember this? I haven’t worn this for at least an aeon, darlin’. We really are gettin’ old, eh?”

This quip did not slide well with Death, who brandished his golden scythe, the very same scythe he used to kill Life after his Daemon side was unleashed. Victor, always quick on the draw, loaded his revolver with God-killers, a special brand of bullet developed by Hephaestus. He had hoped it would never have to come to this, but Death’s Daemon was as unpredictable as it was deadly.

“...he is in our way...you know what to do,right...? His blood will fuel us, partner...” whispered a daemonic voice. The voice in question was Death’s personal Daemon, Kre'zhrath The Ashstriker. The Daemon was born out of a seething hate of all life, a trait they had grown to suppress as a god of Death.

The stare-down between Death and Victor lasted days, neither choosing to move a muscle, as both knew that the first to move would lose. Every twitch was information, every blink an opening, yet they stood motionless, gaze locked with each others. 

On the fifth day, Victor had a sudden feeling of unease. As if someone was sneaking up on him. He whipped around to find Death inches from his back, scythe in hand. But two gunshot was all it took to end it all. The shots rang throughout the Deathless Prairies, signalling all to the end of days. “I knew it...would have come to this...pardner.” Victor spat out blood as he lay on the ground, two bullet holes in his chest. Death’s horns retracted back into their skull, their eyes no longer shaking and their scythe dissipating back to the other realm.

“...good...he will serve as excellent fuel...you have done well...” Kre’zhrath whispered, but Death was not there. As they stood in the field and looked down at the lifeless body of Victor, a soft pattering of water could be heard.

“Rest now, friend. Your torment is over, as is mine. May we meet once more in the vast expanses of the Eternal Forest.” Death muttered, before falling into an eternal sleep. As they closed their eyes, the warm embrace of the afterlife claimed him once more. “Rest well, and one day, there will come soft rains.”

#writing #I almost made myself cry writing this #The Concepts

[shinjukuspiritcommittee]

Can you do a HC of the MC making flower crowns and giving them to Krampus and Hephaestus?

Flower Crowns

Hephaestus

~“Why… make such a suggestion?” Hephaestus asked you. You had just proposed making something together and you thought it best to try and craft flower crowns for each other. “T-They don’t have any real use practically or for combat, aesthetically they don’t g-go well with anything modern. Plus they’re very tacky…” You had to take a moment to come up with a reason to want to make something as “tacky” as flower crowns. Then you came up with one on the spot: it’d make you happy to do something together. Hephaestus made a strange sound in response. You asked if he was alright since his face became incredibly red. “I-I mean… i-if that’s t-the case then that s-sounds fun right? L-Let’s do it…!” He seemed really happy about the idea. It was a complete 180 from how he was before.

~Making the flower crowns took some patience, especially since Hephaestus was practically weaving circles around you. His handiwork was a lot more careful than his size and mannerisms would imply, and it seemed his earlier statements about the flower crowns being tacky was all just a facade. “N-No I don’t like them much…” Hephaestus replied. You were flabbergasted and assumed he invented the technology to read minds. “You were just speaking aloud…” Oh. “But, if it’s something that makes you happy, t-then I don’t mind.” He continued. “I… I wasn’t sure what color you’d like, but m-mother used to love this color. I hope it’s okay.” You told him you loved it, but also you were incredibly jealous since yours didn’t come out quite as fine as his. “No its perfect!” He suddenly shouted. “S-sorry. I-I accept…!” You put the crowns on each other and you told him he looked cute with it. Hephaestus made another strange squeal noise as you praised him. “U-Um… it really does look good on you too… r-right?”

Krampus

~“Flower crowns…” Krampus murmured. He smiled to himself at the idea but caught himself before you could realize what he was actually doing. He gave you a rather intimidating face and replied with “Do you think someone like me would do something so cutesy? Honestly, to even ask me of all people to do something like that is just-” You showed him what color of flower you’d want to use for him. “Ah…. R-really…?” Krampus blushed. “But I’m… I’m supposed to be a Black Santa, I can’t wear that…” He seemed happy at the choice of color despite his protests. You said he only had to be a Black Santa during the holidays, but during the rest of the year he could be anything. Your comments only made him more embarrassed. “F-Fine! I’ll make one, I’ll make one! What color do you want!?”

~Despite his agreement to this activity, Krampus actually had no idea how to make flower crowns. “I’ve never actually done this before… it’s weird.” He was obviously struggling with keeping the plant stalks straight and it came out uneven. “S-Sorry…” You told him it was fine and it actually looked a lot better for a first attempt than you were expecting. You proudly put it on your head and declared yourself the new Black Santa. “H-Hold on, why would you-?” So Krampus can smile and wear cute things all the time. You caught him off guard with all the gestures. “That’s…” Instead of a reply he took your crown from you and put it atop his head. “Is this… cute enough?”

#krampus #hephaestus #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #Headcanon #HC #sfw #flower crown

[moderndaybard]

2020 Weekly Ficlet 27/(52? We’ll see?)

With a Bang (Kane Chronicles Ficlet)

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Things had been calm, these last few months (at least, there hadn’t been any ‘end-of-the-world’/‘this-evil-ghost-is-trying-to-be-a-god’ level threats—just your average, run of the mill ‘that-monster-should-probably-be-stopped-before-it-eats-somebody’ sort of thing) and the residents of Brooklyn House had actually managed to find and settle into a sort of routine (gasp!).

The end of the school year had thrown that routine off a little as summer break began, but Carter, Sadie, and the others soon found their rhythm again. It was a bit strange at first, not having to run ahead of some deadline in order to keep the world form dissolving into the Sea of Chaos—and while the break was nice, at first, having close to two dozen bored, magically-gifted children and teenagers in a single mansion was probably a recipe for disaster sooner or later, anyway.

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Most of the trainees blamed the fiasco on Sadie’s love of the big and the flashy and the loud, while Sadie maintained that Carter was at fault for his desire to outdo the stories one Percy Jackson had told him (despite their alliance, Carter still occasionally found himself trying to one-up the demigod), and carter insisted that he would’ve been content to let it all slide if the son of Poseidon hadn’t kept going on an on about how the Hephaestus kids’ 4th-of-July fireworks put all other displays to shame. (Percy, not being present, was not able to foist the blame onto somebody else, or argue that he had not boasted quite as much as some may have reported…)

But whatever the cause and whoever instigated it, the resulting show was most certainly…impressive, in its way…

The principle was simple—and even sound: Divine Words could be ‘stored’ in hieroglyph form that could be suspended in air and detonated after a stretch of time, at a certain trigger, when disturbed…or when the magician was sufficiently distracted...to a variety of effects that were quite showy. How hard could it really be to build on that notion to create some awesome fireworks?

The idea soon caught on, spreading through Brooklyn House as most initiates began playing with the idea, at first to see if they could, but then to see if they could make something that outdid the efforts of everyone else—something bigger, louder, more bizarre, flashier, etc.

(In hindsight, the fact that even the magically-protected mansion barely survived the weeks of experimentation really should’ve been sufficient warning as to what may come, but the Kanes are nothing if not stubborn, and the longer it went on, the more everyone wanted to see the final results.

And so, as the entirety of Brooklyn House gathered on the balcony, feasting on the variety of barbecues meats, corn on the cob, and fresh watermelon (plus whatever local and family traditions the initiates from the States has suggested/requested to the ever-receptive magical table, while those form further abroad took note and mentally began composing menus for their own holidays, ready to bring them up when the opportunity arose), the first glyph was released prematurely.

Afterwards, no one could say who had lapsed their concentration enough to trigger the first blast, as before it had even finished going off, the detonation caused a chain-reaction that resulted in a cacophonous blast of magic as the other dozen or so purposefully potent glyphs burst at once.

A few glimpses that could just be caught revealed the handiwork of certain craftsman: that veritable blizzard surely came from Felix, the sandstorm of what looked like gem shards was definitely Alyssa’s, and whichever one left the air smelling thickly of vanilla (Like the infirmary) was possibly Jaz’s—but most finer details, so carefully prepared, were lost in the noise and the heat and the light.

It was several minutes before the magicians on the balcony could see again, much less hear (and those closest to the blast swore that their hair hand stood on end, cartoon-style, for the rest of the night). When they did, wailing sirens, shouting voices, banging doors and windows, and clamoring animals drowned out every distant (normal) fireworks display—though what the mortals had seen in the rampant display of magic could only be magic.

Carter and Sadie exchanged a glance, shoulders slumping nearly in unison.

“Sewer gas explosion?”

“Probably. Two more, and we’ll have a nice round dozen.”

“Let’s not try too hard for that.”

“Oh, if we tried I’m sure we could hit twenty before the year’s over.”

“Sadie…”

“Kidding, kidding. …But…”

“No.”

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 (Also on AO3, with my other fics)

#kane chronicles #carter kane #sadie kane #my post #writing challenge