sadly it is true. i have officially lost heph to the void. i know he's still there, but even that's once in a blue moon and i am so sorry to those i have let down in not being able to pick my muse back up. @brighteyedathene
HOLY F C U K LADY WE HAVE COME SO FAR TOGETHER I STILL CRY OVER 2011 GEEK SQUAD IT WAS REALLY SUCH AN HONOR TO CONSIDER YOU A FRIEND WHO I COULD THROW ANY IDEAS AT AND WE'D BE LIKE 'FUCK YEAH WHO'S READY TO DIE OF ANGST' before the two would get gross and we'd just sort of sit there like 'yep that happened'. XD but really, i miss you everytime i come on tumblr and feel nostalgic and gloat inwardly how you're the OG athena and i don't think i ever connected with any other ones than i did with you and that will always have a special place in my heart. cheers, dear ♥ @ofthefoam
i could rant for days about you and the OG aph that ever followed me and when you did i screamed with 2 hours because it was then i was able to explore the dynamic between heph and her, and why and how they got to the place they were in their relationship and that admiration for you will never die. not even joking. and even though heph is vaguely there in the back of my head, i know he's smiling as i write this. always hoping to see you again, whenever that day will be. ♥ @sonofshadow
heph and than's literal bondage scene is forever implimented into my brain and sometimes i never know if i want to die of absolute cringe and squeal because of how gay it was and i lOVED EVERY SECOND ON IT AND SOMETIMES I'LL JUST BE OUT IN PUBLIC AND SUDDENLY START THINKING ABOUT IT AND I ACTUALLY FUCKING SNORTED FROM HOLDING IN MY LAUGHTER AT THE GODDAMN BOOKSTORE OVER ALL OF IT YOU HAVE CURSED ME TO THIS NO-REGRET SHAME -- nah but really, you were the frostiest can of cool beans i ever found on here and i look forward to hopefully spotting you in the future. best of luck, friend, always ♥ @aphrcs
you're an absolute queen?? like, seriously????? there are very few aph's out there that are scared to explore the darkness in her and you never failed to bring 100% to the table with every action / reaction people threw at you and gave the middle finger to everyone who objected otherwise or were too intimidated to approach you ( one of those scared people was me, because i'm a literal potato and if you punched me in the face i'd likely thank you for it #blessed ) lol but in all seriousness, i hope i run into you again someday on the hellscaping website just to see what other beautiful, deep characters you'll bring to life ♥ @rosecarcass
aww, love, i can't begin to tell you how much it was a pleasure roleplaying with you. heph and aggie ( well, YOUR aggie, to be more specific ) are my favorite OTP of all time, and the way you portrayed her never failed to make heph AND ME die of the feels since we must protect aggie. it's not an option anymore. she's a cinnamon-flavored honey bunch of smolness filled with purity and loveliness that is too good for this world and i adore you and your muse so much it's not even a joke. i hope this isn't the last we see of each other ♥ @naragukil
#FORGEBROS FOR L IF E, MATE, NEVER FORGET //DABS INTO THE SUNSET if i'm being honest, i shipped the two of them right from the get-go and your writing is so beautiful i was actually terrified you would hate all of my responses because of how much of a goob i was but you were the chillest person ever and i always found myself smiling when we'd talk in ask or in the tags so thank you for putting up with me in the time we had together, you're the real MVP ♥
If she wasn’t mistaken it sounded as if he was acting
far too cheeky - the sly tone in his voice giving off
a sexual vibe she wasn’t expecting. was it her stern
aggression towards him? he showed signs of feeling
lascivious after her small outburst - guessing she
sparked a different atmosphere.
‘ Well this ‘Beautiful Maiden’ would tend to you more often if
you weren’t as stubborn - you may be big and strong but
your wife can see through it all since you’re a big softy underneath
it all, my lascivious husband. ‘
a simple chuckle left her lips, she thought he was simply
hilarious in his own way making him more unique than
the gods that reside above in Olympus which drew
him to her more but she knew his intentions especially
since he was obvious when being flirtatious.
oh, he was CERTAINLY being flirtacious as she'd
suspected, there was NO DOUBT about that. her
response only helps in BRIGHTENING the color of
TURQUOISE GREEN ——— cooled in complexion by
the GOLDEN CIRCLETS that encircle them, but all the
more SPIRITED as he just watched her. he cannot help
but chuckle LOVINGLY over her words, toned for the
GENUINE of the moment as finger and thumb would
BARELY reach over to skid along her chin in quiet
affection, before he would continue to observe her with
the wet cloth in her hands at the red crevises that would
no doubt leave REMEMBERED SCARS.
❝ and now that YOU KNOW, i must plead that
you try and not tell the whole lot that i am not as
STONE - HEARTED as i appear to be — such
could ruin my R E P U T A T I O N here, you
know~ . . . ❞
something as soft as a HUM would vibrate
harmoniously from his chest as his words would fill
themselves with P L A Y F U L pleasantry almost
ARTLESSLY. such would be his UNDOING one
day, surely. hopefully, that day was not THIS DAY . . .
It is SO HER to make light of her situation– though that is aneuphemism, to say the least. There’s a bag over her shoulder, the rest FORGOTTEN in the midst of blood & quick feet– however, he is still standing right where she’d last seen him, as if nothing had changed ( no matter how much of a lie that was. )
❝ Make me a cup of tea ? ❞
at her words, he NO SOONER reveals a hidden
hand with a STEAMING FRESH cup that still holds
the tea contents within. it was near SECOND
NATURE to sense the days when she'd arrive so
suddenly after so long —— the days passed SO FAST,
it was hard to keep count of how long they'd go without
visiting one another after . . . DECADES. she was like
the WIND, and he, the EARTH: no matter how far she
would travel, letting TIME pass between them without
word, he would ALWAYS be there in her days much
like this one, smiling with an open home.
❝ i FIGURED you would a bit TARDY this time
around. even gave me enough time to even make
your FAVORITE SWEETS~. ❞
it seemed him something of a BEWILDERMENT , mairon rising
from the formality of the bow , it seeming EXPECTED seeming as this
was hephaestus’ domain , and respect ought be ACCORDED .
like it was understood . they were a HUMBLE folk , world builders and
fashioners of what gave nations TEETH and bones and claws .
there was an ADMITTED and almost brotherly idolization , for
too long mairon had almost BELIEVED that smiths were rare , especially
in the houses of gods . his smile was WARM , almost as much as the
coals within the PIT that would spark and smolder and spit at odd times .
‘ there is nothing to forgive , o’ fellow smith . but if you seek
such restitution , perhaps we ought make remedy of this
and fashion something at the forge fires whilst it is hot and the
day yet upon us . would that suffice , perhaps , great hephaestus ? ‘
his words carried a MILD tease , not so much a rebuke as it
was to make brittle any OFFENSES believed to have been gleaned .
for mairon was FAR too much an avid thing , the swelter of the forge
something so DAMNABLY attractive to him . such as the mystical
look the eldar BESTOWED to the stars did he glimmer in
an innocuous LOVE of what their sort did . he only hoped
that the MASTER of this domain would not be so mollified .
‘ is it not because the forges are the last to hear of such things ?
missions of diplomacy are for the diplomats ; we make fangs and claws
during war and bones in times of peace to construct the cities . ours
is hardly something of polity and diplomacy , wouldn’t you say ? ‘
ah , rebuke him not the EXCITED eyes that danced amid the forges !
the NEAR MORTAL of IMMORTAL senses an
eagerness BURNING beneath that veil of FORMALITY
presented to him from lip and tongue, and the
forgemaster is rather PERPLEXED by this. to think, that
ANOTHER was much as intrigued as himself by the VERY
CRAFT that held the GLORY of EMPIRES upon their
pedastals CENTURIES even after their fall – only able to be
destroyed by the likes of those TOO IGNORANT to find the
AGLELESS IMPRINTS left in the growing crags of STONE and
chips of METAL. there would always be a BEAUTY in the
things that kept the wheel BALANCED and FOREVER
TURNING. IMMORTALITY had it’s riches of life, such is
true but even then, the UNDYING can always be
LEFT and FORGOTTEN . . .
the corners of drying lips would then CURL themselves into
the MOST WELCOME of smiles, then – it is something
of him that cannot simply be HELPED – as the other
spoke on of their TIRELESS FOLK. he could almost laugh in
GENUNE AGREEMENT over such, but he holds himself
together out of MERE CONCERN such an act would
be percieved as MOCKING and INSOLENT – things one
as him would never do in the likes of HONORED
COMPANY. it would always be HE that upheld the THRONE
of SCORN for all others to denounce, he preferred it
BETTER that way than for anyone else . . .
❛ i must say, i could not AGREE with you more.
admittedly, it is rather REFRESHING to hear of another
speak so PASSIONALTELY of the great artisans that
we-so build in DARKNESS. such truly
reminds me of better days, dearest guest~. ❜
DARE, the smith would NEVER HUMBLE such profound
sentiment so openly poured before him, much to PERSONAL
HESITATION of before. such LARGE FORM would send
himself CLOSER, a cordial chuckle threatening to SPILL
from him as ASHEN LIMBS would move to CLEANSE
themselves of the work settled beforehand. but that never
stopped the forges from SINGING their ABYSSAL FORTES
into the ember-lit shroud.
❛ but you have CERTAINLY traveled FAR without doubt,
NOBLE MAIRON. and as a supposed HOST, i only do
so out of CONSIDERATION not to trouble you to such TEDIOUS
WORK, much as i am sure that you will INSIST, but with an
OPEN HOME and the vastest of FEAST and WINE upon
your request within these HALLS. ❜
it wasn’t much of her nature to be aggressive and assertive
but it was a fact that her husband was stubborn and had always
been for as long as she could remember. His expression and empty
response sparked inner excitement ― it was quite rare when
she was able to leave him speechless.
❛ thank you. ❜
She grinned contently, quickly grabbing a nearby towel and wetting it
partially with warm water then grabbing the gauze before walking towards
him and dabbing his cuts clean - carefully placing the gauze on top.
❛ much better now ? you should allow me to
clean your wounds more ― mr. stubborn. ❜
that SINGING SENSATION of the sterilization of
his cuts would no doubt summon a pained, invisible
HISS of inhalation between his TEETH. but the
longer he GAZED at her, the less discomfort he felt
― as if the SIMPLE STUDY of her NUMBED the
irritation ―― in the meantime, he'd just watch in this
one - sided silence. he was almost
TRULY CAPTIVATED until the sweet song of her
VOICE would force him to blink in assumed
concentration of her words. it took him a moment, to
let the sentence PROCESS in his veiled daze,
before an airy chuckle would leave him.
❝ mmm, 'tis true ― that it is not often i have a
certain BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN tending to
me so GRACIOUSLY . . . perhaps i should
get into useless brawls with our relatives
R E G U L A R L Y, just to have you like
this~ . . . ❞
a light-coated tease of a purr would rise from him,
along with the biggest of CHEEKY SMILES he
could manage over at her, mischief written
ALL OVER —— even in the crinkled shadows of
his dimples as if HERMES himself had graced all
the knowledge of SLY NATURE upon him in that
single moment.
It is not habit that causes her to come to his forge, but her
genuine affection for him. Compared to the rowdier of their
siblings, Hephaestus was much more enjoyable. So, easily
Hebe would linger around him, and each time she would
bring something for him to drink.
“I do believe you are overworking yourself, brother.”
a single, monstrous hand would come to GENTLY
accept the offered beverage displayed in her grasp. he
enjoys her visits more than he would admit ALOUD,
and perhaps that is due to the simplicity of her
company as a whole. he never felt LOCKED when it
came to conversation —— CAGED to either deal with
the lingering familial drama at hand or combat in
exhaustive taunts and snarls that would likely have the
two going at it for HOURS on end. but with hebe, it
was just the transparency of their little talks that
allowed him to favor HER more than the others. for the
most part, he felt as if they were EQUAL parts of this
much BIGGER spectrum — not entirely pieces that
would fit together so perfectly, but more - so that they
were MIRRORED —— maybe even IDENTICAL, in
some ways . . .
her rather AGGRESSIVE insistence leaves him, for once,
SPEECHLESS —— brows HIGH in their surprise before
they'd relax into that slow-growing SMILE, nodding humbly
in agreement afterwards as he'd take a rather hesitant seat.
a light huff of pain escapes him AGAINST his trying
intentions —— though, of course, it couldn't be HELPED,
despite it . . .
if you held me tight, I THINK I WOULD SIMPLY MELT INTO YOU. i would live inside of your arteries and never leave your heart. and every time you would hear your heart beat, it would be me saying: ❝ please do not let me stain your sleeves, or your bathtub, or anywhere at all. please do not spill me out —— I NEED YOU MORE THAN YOU’LL EVER KNOW. ❞ - k . p . k
The electricity running through his veins were sparked from
the rush of freedom; oh, how his wife knew how to punish
him for his sins ( PLAYFUL as they were ).
❝ Yeah, thanks again for that. I should bring it to
you more often, shouldn’t I? It’s getting worn out. ❞
He sent the other an apologetic smirk as he realized he had
abandoned that poor blade over the years when it came to
its maintenance. Good thing Hephaestus always seemed to
be able to fix whatever piece of trash the gods brought him.
the only thing the smith was able to mirror with him was
a simple SMILE of UNDERSTANDING and a light
shrug of his shoulders, peaks looking as though they
had been WROUGHT —— or more likely, CHIPPED
from the very throned mount they settled themselves
upon.
❝ SURE, i wouldn't mind. you're welcome to bring
it around anytime. it's not as though i've got anything
BETTER to do, anyways, heh. ❞
he would never know the FULL EXTENT of what
lengths his former consort would go to to drive the poor
death god to his LIMIT ( and frankly GLAD of that very
fact ) —— but he did know the OTHER WAYS she was
capable of in terms of inflicting TORMENT upon others,
and even her peers as well. it was one of her few
GREATEST SKILLS, after all. but that would be
something the lame god himself would NEVER admit to
in this life . . . or maybe even the NEXT . . .
#20. the love kiss. || send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll use a number generator to write a drabble about my muse kissing your muse.
he had been working the blueprints before the FIRST RAYS of helios’ chariot had even graced the once-dark sky and all of it’s stars that began to fade away one by one into the VEIL that would be day. TEETH MARKS etch all along the pencil that lightly tapped against divot of his lips, synced in a pattern of simple rhythms as shadowed, sea-green eyes would repeatedly go over the series of parchments that slid between index and thumb. he is LOST in the clouds again of his own mind ——— and perhaps if you looked close enough, you could see the COGS and WHEELS spinning together in harmonic unison as what was left in his physical state remained still on the temple lounge chair. it is a most INTERESTING sight to behold, indeed . . .
and then he FEELS it, the delicate touch that starts from the PEAKS of his shoulders and later begins to descend to the MOUNDS of his chest, and it is the only thing that allows him to return. he’d glance up to see her, CONCERN etched in the smallest corners of her visage likely in regard of himself. but perhaps, no words were NEEDED in the knowledge that neither remained SURPRISED, and both would simply CHUCKLE in the light of the moment.
he’d watch her lean down ——— SO CLOSE, but still, UNTOUCHED — with the silence that was only filled by the long, even breaths exchanged between them. PAIRED SERVANTS would pass them, ghosting the background of the smith’s pantheon, their whispers of them barely even able to pick up in the ACOUSTICS that lined the marble walls. they WONDERED, if the two simply talked through the conversion of their thoughts, if such PHENOMENA were true between FATE-LINKED SOULS . . . ? one may never know . . .
the moment ends with a TENDER KISS he plants along the plain of her brow, waiting a few moments before he’d remove himself, allowing her help for him to stand once more on his feet before the two would walk slowly together into the candlelit hall . . .
❝ i don't even think SHE'D be as open minded to the idea of me as
a half-naked firefighter . . . which is COUNTER - INTUITIVE, now
that i think about it . . . ❞
“ please, do NOT tell He-um, the QUEEN, that you’ve spotted me.” that’s the request that comes from the cramped space set between a toolbox && some form of rusted metal poles. a small wave pf her hand && the demigoddess is attempting to shoo him away.
( probably not the best way to treat a god, but y’know — )
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