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we a r e our own down fall,      was he one, or many, merging name and fame in one, like a stream, to which, converging many streams run? till, with gathered power proceeding, ampler sweep it takes, downward the sweet waters leading from unnumbered lakes. waiting to c r a c k under pressure. character    hephaestus. genre    greek mythology. anon    "dapper" for 4 hours. tracked    forgedfire.

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le bagel bite

its pizza on a bagel

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“Aye, I am all too aware of this.” Of course he knew where he stood when it came to the will and favor of the gods. He had always known — and there were those who favored him … which he could easily count upon one hand. Though he had never harbored any ill will towards Hephaestus, in fact he was rather fond of him. The warrior could not help but laugh at the comment as he moved a bit closer, “It is surely work to be admired … the craftsmen of my city would truly benefit from learning from you.”

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           He wished time will go back, to the days of the Trojan war. At that time, even the Trojans worshiped him despite siding with the Greeks. They knew of the blacksmith's faults and admired him for his skills and creativity alone -- that, was the reason why he favored the human race above all. "If they won't swoon at the sight of me, then I will gladly teach them." Hephaestus made no joke, no jest - and if anything, the deity was a strict teacher; or that's what he thought anyways. "I am not a known giver of mercy to any potential students of mine."

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achilles is so adorable rn i can't --

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Aphrodite's Apology | Hephaestus + Aphrodite

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  ➳❤ Remorseful was not a word often used to describe the Goddess of Love. Attractive, alluring, and sensual, sure. But if there was one thing she liked to keep hidden from the public eye, it was when she messed up, and felt guilty for it. Needless to say, the way she’d been caught with Ares, and in her husband’s bed no less, was not something she enjoyed reliving. The Goddess of Love herself gave advice as far as bedroom affairs go. How should it look that she wouldn’t even go near the man she married? In her defense, Hephaestus was the last person she would have chosen to marry. Still, she was supposed to see the beauty in him… If there was any.

   After the argument she’d had with Ares, Aphrodite had done a lot of deep, reflective thinking. She’d had the realization more than once that he was no good for her, and she’d received more than enough warnings against him. Maybe this time she ought to heed them, she thought to herself. Hr husband—well, ex-husband now—wanted nothing to do with her. On the one hand, she couldn’t blame her. On the other—well, who wouldn’t want her? Just once look at her at her set hearts and loins ablaze. She smirked at her reflection. Aphrodite could have sworn the birds at her window sill have gathered to do the same. One of the many gifts Hephaestus had given her during their marriage was adorning her body, and it fit as it should—like it was made specifically for her. It may have been common knowledge that while she wore it no one could resist her, but hearing of it as seeing it were two different things. The Goddess covered it up and even the dress she used to hide it looked better due to it. She bit her lip as she tried to decide what to do with her hair, but let it fall onto her shoulders in waves.

   Now there was only one thing left to do.

  Withing the next few minutes, she was knocking at his door.

         Unfaltering: determined, persistent. Stubborn: reckless, intelligent. Indignation: hatred, resentment, cruelty. Somehow, a god thought to be unchangeable ... changed. Not only mentally but physically as well. This was not the blacksmith everyone knew and not loved: for a moment he swore Eros was his reflection - or perhaps a sibling played tricks on him. If any of the Olympians ever did so, he would spot it from a thousand miles away. Hephaestus was a deliverer of pranks, something he caught on from his half-brother, Hermes, and having indulged in them a lot with Ares and Aphrodite as the victims; it won't be difficult spotting one in the works. It also meant becoming unforgiving.

And that was his belief.

         He heard the door knock and immediately knew who it was. A person who would dare to walk up to his door, knock on it, and most likely as for forgiveness. He wanted nothing with her -- he cut off all ties with the woman ... but most of his siblings tried to make him feel bad, when it was all her fault. Hephaestus wanted to punch her in the face, preferably one made out of fire, lava, steel, or a mixture of the three. The gods will be angered but she deserved it. All of the anger bottled up within the blacksmith came forth the moment he opened the door - dressed up in the suit: clean, prim, proper. "The gods be damned. A whore walks upon my steps -- and dressed up too nonetheless!" Even guilt won't save Aphrodite now. The fact she dared to visit him was enough reason for her to suffer his wrath. She should be grateful the fire and lava aren't there ... yet.

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Reblog if you're willing to do fairly violent RPs

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oh yes

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But of course

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“Magic, huh?” The fact that it was some sort of spell was rather amusing to even someone as stubborn as Athena who would hate such change forced upon her. The only reason why she could find it amusing was the fact that it was temporary at best. “I am pretty sure that it will only last a short while.”

“I do not know what the big deal is, Hephaestus.” This time she could not stop the smile from her lips as she reached out to adjust his tie. “You can get all dirty and soot-covered later but it will almost be a shame. You look rather good in a suit.”

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You look rather good in a suit.

       "--This is the first time you said anything like that." Hephaestus stuttered, letting a fake smile grace his features. In fact he was pleased; rarely anyone told him that he looked good: and the suits played an excellent factor in his attractiveness. But he cared not for appearance and yet the suits made him so. "I thank you for your kind words, Athena..." Brown eyes watched the hand adjust his red and orange tie; a suitable color considering he was also the God of Fire. "Is this how it feels to be one of my other, more arrogant siblings?" They probably played dress up like this.

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{☾}——:      Amelia blinks at the God, who had confessed something rather vulnerable to her. It was strange, and she did not know what to say, to do. Or how to act. Normally, she would go up to the man, or woman and give them a light squeeze. Assure them. However, this was not the case. In fact, not at all. He was a God, they were all Gods. They would do as they pleased, without question. And as much as she wishes to make Hephaestus to feel better, she cannot gives him better words. Pushing herself off the table, slowly making her way towards him afraid she would startle him. “I do wish I could give you something positive, us mortals are so much very different than Gods, I am afraid.” She whispers, finally only less than an arm length away from him, meeting his gaze as she attempts to give him a soft smile.

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       A blacksmith only cared about his creations but he found himself looking upon others with forlorn. Different. Of course he was different but as the days gone on, Hephaestus discovered the distance between him and his siblings grew ever-so wider. "We have relationships that involve the same amount of heart break as 'mortals' and problems that are all too similar..." A roll of the shoulders as he stared at the table for a few minutes. "You do not need to give me anything -- except your name. I don't want to continue calling you girl; that's disrespectful."

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following ashley and seeing all these greek god blogs makes me miss my goddess blog

she was in the norse pantheon but still that’s an invalid point

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Very few things could catch Athena off guard but the sight of Hephaestus all cleaned up and in a suit just left her speechless. If it were not for that scar on his cheek and his voice she might have mistaken him for someone else. In her surprise she allowed herself to take in the sight, her eyes moving over him before returning to his face. It was different but she could not deny that he looked good.

“Oh, no need to apologize. You clean up well…” A grin tugged the corners of her lips in a smile that she could barely hide. “Is there a special occasion or a date that I am keeping you from?”

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         Bewilderment showed itself in laughter, his left hand pushing into the wall to brace himself if he were to fall. "N-no, Athena." He did not laugh because of what magic Hecate most likely cast, but at the fact the goddess said 'date' and 'special occasion' in the same sentence. Hephaestus came to a cruel conclusion that no one would ever fall in love with a scarred man. The reddened scar will become the focus point of the relationship and tear them apart; Aphrodite was the first to demonstrate this brilliant tactic. "Not at all. I fear that Hecate cast magic upon me ... although I found that impossible at first. For as long as this lasts, I stay prim ... and ... proper. It's sickening." Athena should have something about this - he was no God of Wisdom and she was.

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a present for all my followers

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Should I greet you with cookies? Soda? Cheetos? I don't know... have a gif of Jay Ryan.

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parthenusareia replied to your post: Mischevious M!A has stolen all of Hephaestus’ clothing - except his suits! Hephy must clean up and wear suits for four hours. Be dapper like a sir.

“Hephaestus!” Athena called for the god as she entered his home and seeing that he was not at his forge. She had the luck of the devil, showing up when she did. “Are you busy?”

Why did she have to come now?!

        "Athe--" The god cast a quick glance down at the black suit he wore: too 'mortal' for his taste and rather ... clean. Hephaestus had a problem about the word clean, or any other variation for that matter. Taking a hesitant step out his bedroom entrance, he revealed himself for Athena to observe: clean-shaven, dressed in a suit rarely worn, and not a speck of dirt anywhere on his body. But that scar still marred his features -- and for the first time, Hephaestus welcomed it. "I apologize for this unsightly ... visage." Words spoken with a grimace upon his features.

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Mischevious M!A has stolen all of Hephaestus' clothing - except his suits! Hephy must clean up and wear suits for four hours. Be dapper like a sir.

If there was one word in the entire world that summarized what Hephaestus felt right now, it was ‘speechless.’ He felt like something was torn from his very core — what made him a blacksmith was now morphed into a … gentleman of some sort? Having no choice but to wear the suits he owned, the god pulled the curtain back that hid a mirror; and stared at his reflection for what felt like an eternity.

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"For what its worth, I wanted Hera stuck in the chair, too, but getting you drunk was Zeus' orders," Dionysus said giving an inviting grin. "Scotch this time, then." He said, pulling two glasses of the rich, amber liquid out of thin air.

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"Father ruined my fun." Hera should have stayed on her golden throne for a little longer. It would be funny to opened his eyes to an annoyed mother. "Still can't believe Hera fell for it..." The blacksmith grabbed one of the glasses, gave it a cold, hard glare, and took a slow sip. "--My first time drinking Scotch, Dionysus." Hephaestus drank fire and it refreshed him. After all, the element didn't bother him.