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Instagram AU: Hephaestus

When is a monster, A jagged, broken thing, Not a monster? A taunt. You could break the beast. She sinks into his sheets, Waiting. The bed smells like a long day’s work. Wavering in the doorway, He knows iron and marble, Hears no breath but the bellows, His voice a lantern, searching in a mine. She’s never seen anything like him. Her thunderous heart rolls under whitest dress.When is a monster Not a monster? Soot smudges cheeks, calloused fingers cradle sea-soft swells, Her skin flushes molten gold. And He trembles, A bent-winged sparrow. Her darling mountain man, Deep doe eyes, Taut muscle beneath burnished skin. When is a monster Not a monster? She hasn’t left his bed since. She is no toy trophy Abandoned on a pedestal. A new language of anvil and steel, Her hair sheared short, Pliant arms now hard and lean. Her laughter rings like wedding bells, The sweetest echo. Stay. Simple. Stay here. Maybe she doesn’t want heaven. No one will miss her. No one remembers his name. When is a monster (Jagged-called-broken) Not a monster? But together they weld, Palm to palm, breast to breast, Rooted and solid and whole.

Embers (l.e.a.p)

In the same series as Love, Persephone and Homecoming. Inspired by a line from Caitlyn Siehl’s (@alonesomes) poem and this song by Hozier.

(via indigoskyes)

#opp: persephone

niightfvll

FORGED IN FLAMES - A HEPHAESTUS MIX

light my fire - the doors II all day and all of the night - the kinks II automatic - mondo cozmo II slow burn - state champs II reckless tongue - airways II fake love - cemetery sun II remember the name - fort minor II the storm begins - jennifer haines II Jaded - GRMLN II I of the storm - of monsters and men II volcano - damien rice II Benediction - raffertie II i don’t really want to be social - BRONCHO II gasoline - alpine II click click boom - Saliva II bonfire heart - james blunt II burn it to the ground - nickelback II bangarang - skrillex, sirah II Fuel - metallica II thunder - imagine dragons II

medievalthymes

moodboard: hephaestus

↦ greek god of blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metals, fire and volcanoes

thewinedarksea

mythology moodboards | hephaestus

greek god of the forge

nightlighhtt

Always alone. Always misunderstood. Easy to turn bitter, make horrible mistakes. People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can’t be fixed.

Hephaestus (via cchasingh0sts)

mermaidyke

a bramble rose and an ethereal soul; mixes for camilla and charles macaulay. “she’s what you call a bramble rose.” for camilla. listen. “kind and slightly ethereal soul that he was, was something of an enigma.” for charles. listen.

#opp: persephone

Greek gods for college students

Hermes: god of delivery, getting to class within five minutes of waking up, and comm majors

Ares: god of athletes, bros, and business majors

Hephaestus: god of makeshift necessities, electronics, and engineering majors

Hestia: goddess of Netflix, bed, stress-relievers and hospitality majors

Hera: goddess of required classes, academic advisors, group projects, relationships you regret, and nursing majors

Apollo: god of frats, music, sunglasses, and arts majors

Demeter: goddess of mac and cheese, grilled cheese, pizza, Chinese, and bio majors

Artemis: goddess of all nighters, the point when you are fucking done, stopping everything because you see a dog, sororities, and environmental studies majors

Aphrodite: goddess of tinder, the dreamboat in your afternoon class you never talk to, boys who shower regularly, great sexual encounters, and gender studies majors

Poseidon: god of water bottles, showers that are always cold, pre-made sushi, and science majors

Zeus: king of the gods, god of sexual encounters you regret, obstinate professors, professors who sleep with their students, crying, and the administration

Athena: goddess of the library, not failing finals, badass PowerPoint presentations, that student who does everything, and liberal arts and ed majors

Dionysus: god of wine, liquor, parties, adderall, marijuana, bad decisions, anxiety, social situations, and philosophy, psych, and theatre majors

sirdornans

Age Of Athena Series

Hephaestus, God of the Forge.

“Zeus threw him [Hephaistos] from the sky for helping Hera when she was in chains. Zeus had hung her from Olympos as punishment for setting a storm on Herakles as he was sailing back from his conquest of Troy. Hephaistos landed on Lemnos, crippled in both legs, but saved by Thetis.”

aestharsis

Instagram AU: Hephaestus

timeindentured:

HEPHAESTUS and PERSEPHONE !

it’d be inappropriate to scoff, seph. it was the first thing she thought when she heard his voice. her hand gently moved to cover her mouth, thumb resting against her cupid’s bow as she laughed to herself. her laughter was melodic, genuinely amused and full of sincerity. that might have been one of the best things about her; it wasn’t a fake laugh. ever. she laughed loudly, with her whole body, and even in this soft moment her shoulders shook as she attempted to contain herself.

it was rather funny to her, the quiet bellow. she heard it more often now that they were in mortal forms. she had more reason to intrude on his time, his domain. she hummed softly, thinking for a moment as she bounced on her toes before stepping a little closer. ❛ you dare turn away a kind face ? ❜ her tone was teasing, kind as she stepped closer to him and further into his space, careful not to touch anything. ❛ question ? ❜ she looked around the floor for a moment, just a foot or so away from him. ❛ should i have worn more covered shoes ? these sandals seem like a safety hazard. ❜

The twinkle of her laughter, the mischief written all over her face and the quite erotic way she pushed her thumb to her lip struck him all at once. The joke was forgotten and longing filled him with heat that did not resonate from the fire in the room. Wide eyed, endeared, he watched her laugh, watched her enjoy him and he’d never known more pure joy.

His eyes followed each twitch of her eyes, the fall of her hair round her face. He was entranced, ever and always, by her. Her voice rippled through him and he turned his whole body toward her, an invitation as much as respect. “And you are kind?” He challenged, the shadow of a smirk on his lips, hands covered in soot. He listened with care and curiosity to her question though it was true nonsense in his mind, he could make her better sandals anyhow. Still, he reached out those dirty and calloused hands to her, beckoning her close and taking her lithe form into his lap and embrace.

Those hands of his, rough hewn, could be gentle as he removed her shoes. His moss covered eyes met her own, heart hammering away as if it were the true tool and not the metal and wood substitution sitting behind him on the workbench. “A safety hazard indeed.” He didn’t break eye contact as he tossed her shoes clear across the room with ease. “To wander down here without any shoes on.”

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The sound of metal clashing against metal reverberated around the workshop as Heph worked, hammer in hand and commission on the anvil. It wasn’t often he had private work these days though in truth the entire situation was new and the art piece before him was drastically in contrast to the lightning bolts he used to pound of Zeus. The jingle of bells had him holding off, the door opening and alerting him to a presence. “You dare intrude on my domain?” He bellowed quietly, his anger soft like thunder but usually without traction. He felt no ill will against the intruder but hoped his slight attempt at a joke would not fall flat.