#ares prayer beads

[goddessdoeswitchery]

Ares prayer beads, glass, red dyed jade, and carnelian.

[daughter-of-magick-and-flames]

A new set of meditation beads for Dionysus, Hephaestus, Ares, and Hestia.

[onyxtides]

This versatile piece is inspired by the Greek God Ares Necklace and the Celtic War Goddess The Morrigan. This Deity Necklace can be used for whoever is your favourite God of War and strength. Made with Carnelian, Garnet and Onyx. This necklace is Tarnish resistant but not proof so please keep that in mind when caring for this piece. Long enough to slip over your head so no need for a lobster claw but I can add one if you message me right after purchase or leave it in your order notes.

While support my small business you also support other small businesses which I buy from. This includes a local Native American bead vendor and an elder mom and pops shop. Thank you so much for choosing my designs.

[a-creature-as-bright-as-the-sun]

I wrote up these prayers for some prayer beads! These are the twelve olympians + Hestia, and some gods that I personally wanted to honor as well. Feel free to pick 'n' choose and modify these how you want, but I thought that I'd would share thems as a community resource, regardless! ^-^

Prayers with the "hails" and gods' names in greek letters (and transliterated) under the cut!

🌜☀️🌛🌜☀️🌛🌜☀️🌛🌜☀️🌛🌜☀️🌛🌜☀️🌛

Hail Zeus and Hera, King and Queen of the heavens and the Theoi.

Hail Zeus, Father of the sky, bringer of rain and storm, protector of friendship and averter of evil.

Hail Hera, Overseer and protector of marriage and women.

Hail Poseidon, Lord of the seas.

Hail Hades, King of the underworld, overseer of the dead, giver of wealth.

Hail Persephone, Queen of the underworld, exacter of justice, Lady of spring and nature.

Hail Aphrodite, Lady of love, mother of desire, passion, beauty, bringer of pleasure.

Hail Ares, Lord of battle, bolsterer of courage, representation or slaughter and bloodshed.

Hail Dionysus, Creator of wine, savior from and inflicter of madness, bringer of ecstacy.

Hail Hermes, Luck bringer, friendliest to man, patron of language and writing.

Hail Hephaestus, Skilled craftsman, patron of artisans.

Hail Athena, Wise strategist, skilled in handicrafts, leader to victory.

Hail Artemis, kind and welcoming Lady, swift of foot and skilled in bowhunting.

Hail Apollo, Lord of oracles, healer and inflicter of illness, leader of the Muses.

Hail Demeter, Lady of the food on our tables and the earth beneath our feet, who loved her daughter so much she made the earth baren in her grief.

Hail Hekate, Lady of the crossroads and ghosts, to whom is offered on the new moon.

Hail Aristaeus, Lord of the rural arts, he who was taught many skills by his family, the Theoi. Gentle, patient god.

Hail Hestia, Lady of the hearth and home, and of the family that tends to those.

Hail Theoi. May you guide me all the days of my life.

Χαιρε Ζευς, (Khaire Zeus) Father of the sky, bringer of rain and storm, protector of friendship and averter of evil.

✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫

Χαιρετε Ζευς και `Ηρη, (Khairete Zeus kai Hera) King and Queen of the heavens and the Θεοι. (Theoi)

Χαιρε `Ηρη, (Khaire Hera) Overseer and protector of marriage and women.

Χαιρε Ποσειδων, (Khaire Poseidon) Lord of the seas.

Χαιρε `Αιδης, (Khaire Haides) King of the underworld, overseer of the dead, giver of wealth.

Χαιρε Περσεφονη, (Khaire Persephone) Queen of the underworld, exacter of justice, Lady of spring and nature.

Χαιρε Άφροδιτη, (Khaire Aphrodite) Lady of love, mother of desire, passion, beauty, bringer of pleasure.

Χαιρε Άρης, (Khaire Ares) Lord of battle, bolsterer of courage, representation or slaughter and bloodshed.

Χαιρε Διονυσος, (Khaire Dionysos) Creator of wine, savior from and inflicter of madness, bringer of ecstacy.

Χαιρε `Ηρμης, (Khaire Hermes) Luck bringer, friendliest to man, patron of language and writing.

Χαιρε `Ηφαιστος, (Khaire Hephaistos) Skilled craftsman, patron of artisans.

Χαιρε Άθηνα, (Khaire Athena) Wise strategist, skilled in handicrafts, leader to victory.

Χαιρε Άρτεμις, (Khaire Artemis) kind and welcoming Lady, swift of foot and skilled in bowhunting.

Χαιρε Άπολλων, (Khaire Apollon) Lord of oracles, healer and inflicter of illness, leader of the Μουσαι. (Muses)

Χαιρε Δημητηρ, (Khaire Demeter) Lady of the food on our tables and the earth beneath our feet, who loved her daughter so much she made the earth baren in her grief.

Χαιρε `Εκατη, (Khaire Hekate) Lady of the crossroads and ghosts, to whom is offered on the new moon.

Χαιρε Άρισταιος, (Khaire Aristaios) Lord of the rural arts, he who was taught many skills by his family, the Θεοι (Theoi). Gentle, patient god.

Χαιρε `Εστια, (Khaire Hestia) Lady of the hearth and home, and of the family that tends to those.

Χαιρετε Θεοι (Khairete Theoi). May you guide me all the days of my life.

[maceofpentacles]

finally caved and bought myself some prayer beads!! these ones are for ares, nyx, and lugh! they’re from thekeybearersgate on etsy and the creator gave me little matching phone charms too :(

they make beads for SO MANY deities i literally cannot recommend them enough!!

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - Fifteen

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: cursing, lowkey smutty times, talks of sex/sexual things, mentions of death/murder/dead body, angst, there's a second rat in the Strigoi gang (sorry not sorry)

Word count: 2.7k

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A/n: Once again the wonderful @vonalyn came in clutch and helped me with this part💕💕 I'm officially done with my bachelor's so I'll have more time to write 😭

tag list: @cakesandtom @elizacusi-blog @unaxv @hidden-treasures21 @buckybarnessimpp @vonalyn @thebuckybarnesvault

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

March 3, 1922

New York City

Sweat beads on her brow as she shoves her exhausted body behind a brick wall. Her chest constricts when she hears the sick sounds of laughter and inhuman like growls. The group of disgusting feral men that were chasing her are nearing with every passing moment and she is running out of options. They call out to her: “Celeste, come out come out wherever you are. Your Strigoi bastard of a husband can’t protect you now.” 

Another round of sick laughter falls on her ears as she chokes back a sob when their foul smell rips into her nose. Celeste’s fight or flight senses are working themselves into the dirt but nothing is coming up to help her. Having been turned many years before, she gave up any magic that she had been born with and she pleads with her ancestors to save her just this once. 

“Please,” she begs internally as she looks tearfully to the sky. The Lycan gang is closing in on her when the dark night sky opens up and a steak of lightening answers her prayers. 

May 25, 1923

Bucharest, Romania

“What do you mean I can’t go back?” Celeste scoffs at her husband who is refusing to look at her, “Bucky.”

He keeps his calm composure when he issues his final verdict, “It’s too dangerous. Your coven agreed to keep you safe as long as you remain here.”

“You spoke to my coven without me? You could’ve gotten yourself killed, you absolute fool! Any agreement with them will only result in your suffering, you must know that.”

“All that matters is that you’re safe, okay? End of story,” he hisses after turning to face his angry wife.

She shakes her head at his stupid decision, “when?”

When he doesn’t answer, she demands again, “When did you do this?” 

“Yesterday.”

She takes a deep breath and twists the ring he had given her the night before, “What did you agree to?”

Bucky doesn’t speak for a long while and meets her stare. 

He relents but only to give up one piece of information, “As long as you’re on Romanian soil and wearing your ring, you will be safe.”

“I can’t believe you,” she whispers, “You went behind my back, made a century long deal, and hid it from me? I told you that I had this handled but of course, you had to do it yourself and make things worse in the process.”

“I did what I had to do, Celeste. We didn’t have the time to wait around another 10 months for you to negotiate with those con artists” and with that he leaves her to ponder over his words. 

Her anger boils to the surface, unable to keep itself under control. She lets out something akin to a roar and in the process, breaks Bucky’s heart. 

January 7, 1945

Peggy smiles nervously at Celeste as they both jitter and anticipation. Bucky and Steve are awaiting the bride and her maid of honor just on the other side of the doors. Seeing as how Peggy ran away, there’s very few people in attendance at this wedding. Very few meaning quite literally only ten. Various Strigoi from other territories and witches forced there by treaties make up the small crowd. 

A townsperson well trusted by Bucky holds the doors shut. He gives them a brief and tightlipped smile before opening the doors.

Onward goes the wedding, and within moments, the happy couple are married. An elaborate celebration follows all thanks to Bucky and his love for his best friend since birth Steve. A witch that Celeste recognizes as an elder for the coven, Marguerite, beckons her towards the back of the room and away from the prying eyes. When she approaches the woman, she’s led out and that’s when Marguerite lays the worst news Celeste would be given - the full truth behind Romania’s curse.

In his efforts to protect the one he loved most, Bucky made a blood deal with her coven - one that would mean his ruination as well if it breaks. While the coven agreed to protect Celeste by banning Lycans for a century, what they did not tell him was if he didn’t do as he promised to keep her there, Celeste would no longer be protected and a ban on both Lycan and Strigoi would be put in place.

While the coven’s power pulls from Celeste’s line of doppelgängers, she had been the most powerful that was until she was turned. Becoming a Strigoi meant that her connection to her coven and the power they needed ended. If they wanted to ever regain that beacon, Celeste would need to die and soon so that the new doppelgänger could be born.

Seeing as how the Lycan had tried to kill her in the past several times, her death would be inevitable so the coven would get everything they wanted; a thought that made her skin crawl and her stomach to rotten. 

“What else did you lie to him about?” Celeste hissed at the old woman. 

Marguerite shrugged, “We did not lie to him. It is his fault if he did not ask for the full agreement.” 

“I’ll ask then, what else did he agree to?”

“He will bring us our next binecuvântat, blessed one.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

She smiled a devilish smile, “He will. We have made certain of it.”

June 26, 1948

The Wright Lycan family had finally made true on their promise to take all that Bucky loved from him. 

The evidence? 

Celeste’s body floating lifelessly in the foul waters of the Hudson river and a picture of her nailed to the front door of their shared home. 

Steve could do nothing to console Bucky and figured it best to let the feral, grief driven man hold his wife one last time. Peggy collapsed into Steve’s arms as Bucky pulled Celeste from the water, chanting that it had been her fault, that she was supposed to be with her but wasn’t feeling good so she stayed home. 

His screams of agony could be heard for miles. All else had been fallen silent as Bucky mourned the murder of his love. 

Sometime in 2022

The thin silver chain never bothered him but the weight of the ring that it carried was a constant reminder of the hole in his heart. 

The metal of the small band that she had worn for years burned against his neck as Bucky got out of his car to pick up Wyatt. The burn turned into a deep ache that engulfed his entire body to the point of him almost doubling over in pain. He had to grip the door handle to the school as it raked over his body. The smell of jasmine and honey instantly soothed his pain and Wyatt tackled him moments later. 

Picking up the small boy, the ache turned into a pulling sensation that wanted Bucky to follow that sweet smell and his breath left his body once again when he found the source. Before him stood Celeste or what appeared to be a doppelgänger of her. That small sweet smile was what he saw noticed first but he hopes of his love returning to him were dashed when he saw the hallow look in this woman’s eyes. Years of heart ache and misery had dampened the light that he knew used to live in her warm eyes but still the necklace begged to take its rightful place around her neck. 

“Hi, can I see your ID?” she asked. 

Wyatt giggled in his arms and brought Bucky back down to earth as he fumbled for his wallet. 

She handed back his ID, “Thank you Mr. Barnes. I’m the new site director and I’m carding all adults at pick up until I know everyone.”

Her voice nearly shattered him as he hadn’t heard it in years, “Bucky… You can call me Bucky.”

She smiled, “Sunny.”

Present 

Luca paces the kitchen, wearing even more ruts into the ancient stone floor with his anxiety. Thor, Loki, and Ana Cristina ignore him as they hunch over their own books, all searching for something to lead them into the right direction. They had been at it for hours but nothing had been found. Loki makes a show of slamming his book shut and leaning back as he speaks,  “Maybe this isn’t something we fix, Ana. Y/N is the doppelgänger that he’s supposed to bring back and she’s here now so I don’t really see how the Lycan being here has anything to do with us.”

She shoots him an angry look, “They shouldn’t be here so yes this is something that we fix. If they’re here, that means something is wrong.”

“I don’t see it that way,” he counters, “We get to Y/N first and boom, no more problems. We get our magic restored to full strength and then we can deal with those demoni, demons.” 

Luca gasps in horror and looks around to make sure that no one else is around, “those demoni as you so brashly called them are our friends, neighbors, employers. Show them more respect than that and get back to searching for an answers.”

Thor takes his cue to speak up, “I agree with Loki. Why do we have to protect them when we could very easily get Y/N to come with us? She hates Bucky doesn’t she?” “It’s becoming quite the opposite,” another voice pipes in and the group freezes. Peggy steps out from the shadows and all but glides over to them. She lands a hand on Loki’s shoulder as she continues, “they’re starting to develop feelings, dare I say fall in love so she’s not going to just leave. You’ll have to convince her and with how stubborn she is, I doubt any of you’d be successful.”

She looks around the group and narrows her eyes on the elderly woman, “But you. You’re the only other person that she trusts besides Bucky.  It wouldn’t be that hard if you were the one to do it.”

“I would…”

Peggy waves a hand in annoyance, “‘I would never do that.’ Don’t feed me some lie about how he’s been kind to you and you could never betray his trust like that. Bucky turned your beloved doppelgänger and nearly ended your entire coven. He was the one who got her murdered and nearly cursed your people in the process. He would do it to you and you know that because he is not a loyal creature. You are though, Ana Cristina, show that loyalty and do what’s right by your coven.”

Alix’s phone rings and John looks to her. 

“Apparently Loki and Thor are the only ones that are willing to take one for the team,” she sneers, “Peggy is pretty much useless now so looks like we need another plan and quick before Ana and Luca blab to Bucky.”

“Already ahead of you,” John says as he drops his phone into her lap, “Juliette found a way in… well more like she found someone to get us in.”

Alix twists her head back to look at Juliette is curled into a ball, reading a book, “Oh? Finally started pulling your own weight?”

Eyes trained on the book, she says, “no, gaining trust actually takes time but it’s not like you’d know that.”

“Excuse me?”

Brock chokes on his coffee on the other side of the couch and John shots him a stern look. 

“People don’t usually respond well to physical intimidation. Didn’t your mom teach you that violence isn’t always the answer or did you beat her too?”

Alix is on her feet in seconds, her chair sliding backwards from the force of her standing. She rips the book from Juliette’s hands and pushes her further into the cushions. 

“I never beat anyone.”

Juliette can feel the Lycan in her wanting to shrink back but she can’t. She refuses to back down from this, “I saw the bruises, the marks, the handprints. I saw the way Y/N shook when you were next to her or how she’d flinch when you’d touch her. I watched her become more and more afraid of you but still stayed. I saw it all, everyone did.”

“I didn’t beat Y/N.”

“You can lie to yourself all you want but you’re not fooling anyone. Why else would you be chasing after her?”

Alix fights the urge to rip Juliette’s throat out with her teeth, “I love her.”

The former rat of the Lycan gang rolls her eyes, “No you’re abusive and pissed off that your victim got away.”

Alix growls and goes to lung at her but Brock and John are quick to pull her away before any damage is done.

Brock slides over and gently pushes Alix back, “Let it go. We need her to get to Yelena.” 

She freezes, “Yelena? That’s who your fucking contact is?”

John speaks up, “Apparently she didn’t know some things about Bucky and Peggy enlightened her for us.”

“I have a hard time believing that but,” she growls again at Juliette, “we don’t have a choice. After this, though, you’re fucking done and I’ll kill you myself.”

“Okay okay, so what does it feel like?” 

Bucky stares up at the night sky, blue eyes scanning over the stars and the full moon. The grass under his head crunches as he turns it to look at Y/N. 

“What does what feel like?” 

“Drinking, what does it feel like?”

His brows furrow although he knows what she’s referring to. 

“Don’t make me spell it out,” she gives him a bored look but does so anyway, “what does drinking someone’s blood feel like?”

“What does drinking water feel like?”

She rolls her eyes, “I mean does it feel good?”

“It can feel like an orgasm sometimes.” 

Sharply inhaling, she quickly recovers and attempts to pick a new subject, “can you eat human food?”

He turns his head back with a smirk, “it’s like when you can’t stop thinking about someone all day and you’re so turned on that it hurts. Nothing makes it better, your hand doesn’t do the job but there isn’t a toy that compares either. The only thing that makes it even a little bit better is the person that you’ve been thinking of. When you finally do get to fuck them, you almost don’t last but when you do cum, it’s life changing. You forgot your name and how to breathe , all that you can think of is them. That’s what drinking from someone feels like.” 

While he can’t see her, he can feel how her body has gotten hotter and how she’s started to squirm so much that she accidentally brushes against his side. He didn’t need to use any of his heightened senses to tell that his little monologue had the desired effect. 

“I can show you,” he offers. 

“Show me? What are ....” She trails off when she realizes what he’s actually offering and he chuckles, “do it.”

Courage swirls in her chest albeit not for long as he moves from laying beside her to settling between her legs. The muscles of his bicep bulge as he lowers himself to whisper against her ear, “you think I don’t hear your moans at night when you touch yourself or how frustrated you get because it’s your hand and not mine?” 

Y/N’s eyes open wide at his confession and she can feel his smirk grows even bigger as he dips his head to kiss under her ear. 

“I can’t say that I’m much better though. Ever since that night, all I’ve thought about is you. Everything is you, you, you,” he emphasizes his point with wet kisses that trail down her neck and jawline, " I can't tell you how many times I’ve found myself in front of your door at night.”

“Coward,” she mutters and he freezes. 

Bucky pulls back enough to look at her, “what did you just call me?” 

Taking this opportunity, she pushes up onto her elbows and almost causes him to fall to the side. 

“I called you a coward for not doing anything,” she playfully teases him, “if you can hear me saying your name, you can definitely hear everything else I say in between.”

“I’m the coward? No no,” he leans into her, “I think you’re the coward here. My room is only two doors down, Dragă and i’ve never found you outside my door..”

“I only found that out a few days ago.”

“That’s a lie,” he snorts, “I distinctly remember pointing out my room to you when we got here. If you weren’t listening because you’re too hard headed, that’s on you.”

Y/N fully pushes him back and he does fall to the side this time. She springs to her feet and starts to walk backwards. 

“Where are you going?” He asks as he gets to his feet and she starts walking faster away from him. 

“To my room.”

“Why’s that?”

She gives him a wink and says, “to test if you’ll come into my room tonight,” before taking off in a full sprint towards the house. 

He shakes his head and chuckles before chasing after her. 

A twig snaps off to his right and a pair of gold eyes flash beyond the tree line.

Yelena curses under her breathe as she ducks behind the trees so neither Bucky nor Y/N sees her. The owner of the gold eyes comes to her side, shivering and wrapping her coat around her tighter.

“We couldn’t have met during the day?” Juliette muttered, rubbing her arms with her hands.

The blonde nervously looks toward the house before speaking, “no. I’m already doing something stupid, I don’t want to add to it.”

“Fine. Did you bring it?”

The it being a gun, Bucky’s matte black Glock 19 to be exact, that Yelena pulled from her holster.

“You can get rid of the hex, right?”

Juliette takes it from her hands and examines the gun, “I mean not entirely. I can reverse it so that the hex effects Peggy but that’s all. Will that be a problem?”

Shrugging, Yelena glances back at the house, “if you’re not lying to me, then she deserves this. Alix still thinks I’m helping you, right?”

Juliette nods, “only problem is she’s starting to get impatient so the timeline is speeding up and I don’t know how long you have anymore .”

“Don’t worry about me,” Yelena assures her, “just get the hex reversed and bring it back as soon as you can. I’m sure Bucky’s going to find out you’re here soon enough so we’ll be ready for her.”

The other woman gives her a skeptical look but let’s her worries go nonetheless. She tucks the gun into her waist and disappears into the forest behind them.

Stress grows thick in Yelena’s heart but she still knows that what she’s doing is the right thing… for Y/N. Partnering with the enemy would be frowned upon usually but if the enemy is turning against their own, it’s a different story or so she hopes.

[koipalm]

Ares doesn’t know what to do.

The war has been escalating, and this time not even himself and Athena can handle the damage. What started as a political assassination garnered too much attention, first from the mortals, and then from the gods as the prayers gained strength. He didn’t start this war, but he honestly wished he had- then, maybe, he’d be able to control the damage. But he couldn’t stop the generals from praying to his uncle for safe voyages, and he didn’t know that their opponents would pray to Athena, and then the civilians fled to Demeter and Hestia, and the dissidents called on Apollo, so, really: it’s all a clusterfuck. To put it lightly.

And to make it worse, they’re blaming him for this. Again. Which, fuck, fine, he gets it, he’s the god of war, but Athena doesn’t get this treatment, nor does she get to be ostracized for it, not to mention that this time, it wasn’t even his fucking fault! The mortals didn’t even pray to him first!

So, really, all of this means that Ares needs a break. Desperately. And not just a “I need to go lay down because this is exhausting,” a break like he needs help. The prayers barely ebb, instead they’re getting stronger, and now the nymphs are reporting that Hecate has joined. And Ares can’t fight her. Won’t. He can’t fight her, because it won’t be worth it. He’s seen her magic first hand before. Then, he didn’t have to fight her before she was taken down. But he’s the only one on his side right now. He’d ask Hermes or Zagreus for help, but they’re both too busy with the death count in the Underworld to lend any real aid.

Contact with Artemis has also been rough. She’ll try to get to him when he can, but she’s too occupied hunting the monsters released by the carnage to join him on the front lines. The only chance he has left is to contact his Uncle’s realm; specifically, Lady Nyx. He’s seen Thanatos collecting souls, but his sisters more than him have been glutting themselves on the fields of carnage. Hermes relayed that his letter has been delivered by now, but he can’t promise a response. On some level, Ares was expecting this. But by Hades, if he really has to fight Hecate, he can’t promise he won’t freeze. Or just run, for that matter.

For a moment, he contemplates if an Olympian god can die like his cousin Zagreus. Perhaps hanging out in his uncle’s realm for a few years will save him the assured tragedy.

But— no. He has a position to uphold. If, in doing so, he falls to Hecate then— that will have to be how it is. Perhaps, hopefully, maybe, Hermes will realize and save him like last time. Maybe he won’t. But he refuses to turn his back on those that called for him.

Despite what it might cost.

-

Hypnos hits the ground. Hard.

His arms smack the ground before he does, a short delay before the fall, but the shock travels up his body so hard he’s sure he won’t need his shoulders after this. For a moment he lays there, panting into the ground face-down, but he brings his arms underneath him to push himself up. He doesn’t get far before the shake in his limbs makes him catch himself before his chin can hit the ground. He makes a sound, he thinks, something high in his throat, but the ringing in his ears makes it hard to hear it. He’s panting harder now, but his breaths come out in hiccups randomly, like his body doesn’t understand that he’s not still falling. It hurts like a bitch, but the tears beading in his eyes have no real say on what his body can or can’t do, so he keeps trying. The progress is jerky, and he’s stopped panting in favor of making terrible, choked up noises in his throat. The rasp makes his voice sound like a wasp nest, but a part of him is glad that he at least doesn’t have a sore throat yet. Small mercies.

Once he hits his zenith, Hypnos sighs and rocks back onto his calves, choking down the inhale when his bleeding palms reach the ground behind him to support his weight. He wastes time like that, looking up and just choking through his breath. It feels like his forehead is bleeding. It probably is. Whatever. Head wounds always bleed a lot. What might need something, Hypnos thinks, trying not to even entertain the thought of moving, is the open wound in his torso.

Granted, it’s not that large of a wound comparatively, but it’s deep and what originally made it had gotten wrenched out earlier, so he’s not that happy with the state of it. Usually he’ll just go home and bandage his wound, or drink some nectar and pass out while he’s waiting for the bleeding to slow, but when Hypnos lifts a shaky hand to assess the damage, his fingers skate across the slick skin to find a well of blood. It bubbles up when he presses on it, which in hindsight is probably not the best idea. Finally his fingers hit the ragged edges of the wound, which should probably hurt more than it does but he might be in shock. So.

So, in reality, he’s fine! Chthonic gods heal quickly enough, it’ll all be over in a few days. In the meantime, he’ll just— just have to catch up on work! Not that it’s really a bad thing, of course, his job is important, and it’s not that he dislikes it, it’s just that— everyone else gets to talk to other people. They get to move around, and do other things, something other than just stand there as a particularly garish decoration.

Well, maybe not everyone. Achilles does just that, but then again, Hypnos thinks it’s rather a good idea that he doesn’t move around the house as much. He doesn’t need another mortal on his hands, he’s busy enough with the ones already alive. Plus, Achilles is allowed to move around, it’s just that he doesn’t want to. He’s like a tall lamp that occasionally will utter a phrase or so. The point is, Achilles is definitely fucked up, and Hypnos can prove it— he’s seen him in the Nightmares mortals cook up, and it sure isn’t all sheep and sparkling waters. He doesn’t need that guy to walk around and possibly get provoked, Hypnos doesn’t want to have to deal with that and have to put him down for good! Let him stay in his lonely little corner. He just wishes that guy were further away from his station, he’s kind of an eyesore. Again. Not that Hypnos has room to talk, but still. He likes to entertain the idea that at least as a god he’s more valuable than that little squirt.

Speaking of that little squirt, Hypnos teleports into the house with a puff of smoke, letting the remnants of the Lethe disappear as he peeks out behind the pillar he’s hiding behind. He can hear Achilles’ quiet murmurs to Zagreus in the Hall behind, and Hades is behind his desk communing with his paperwork as always. Hypnos can’t see Persephone, but she’s probably somewhere around. Maybe with his mother again. Whatever.

He settles back in at his position, carefully summoning his pen and list. No one bats an eye, and even the shades just form into line without a word. Nothing to see here.

Hypnos hunches over his torso, curling his legs under him. Once he gets a break, he’ll stitch it up, or fuck it, maybe just cauterize it. For now, he lets it bleed into his cape. The inside’s dark for a reason. His head throbs, but at least it’s similar enough to fatigue to brush it off.

God, he’s tired.

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He isn’t sure how much time has passed. Hypnos is still there, mindlessly floating and checking boxes on his list. His wound is still bleeding sluggishly, but he hasn’t been able to get a break yet. At some point Hades noticed his presence and ordered him to submit his next report, which! Wow, who fucking knew, it wasn’t ready! So he’s behind. Again. Wha-hoo!

Which is to say, he’s looking for a break.

[apotoswizard]

Attention Ares devotees/worshippers/enthusiasts!

So I've started the long and rigorous process of weeding down my possessions, and I've decided to part with an Ares statue and set of prayer beads simply because I'm not working with Him as much anymore. Maybe somebody else will have a better use for them.

Therefore, I'd like to do a giveaway!

Info about the statue and beads:

The statue is a 3D printed replica, very lightweight. It measures at about 8 inches and was created by 3DPrintedDebris on Etsy.

The beads were created by HearthfireHandiworks on Etsy.

If you have any questions about the items, feel free to ask. Just be aware that I purchased these a few years ago so some information may not be available to me.

The Giveaway:

You don't have to be following me to enter.

This is a giveaway specifically for the Hellenic Polytheist community, but I'm not opposed to eclectic pagans/witches participating!

I'll be giving away the statue and beads together, but if the winner decides they don't want one of the items, I'll pull a runner up winner for the second item.

The giveaway will go all throughout June (Happy Pride!) and will end June 30th at 11:59pm EST.

To enter: please like this post (reblogs won't count, since people might want to spread it around) and at the end of the giveaway, I'll use a random generator to determine a winner.

I'll message the winner and determine a name and address to send these to. I'll pay for shipping.

And that's it! If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me a message here or at my main blog @apotosghost. Thank you, have a great day! 👋

[angels-roses]

JUST PLAIN STUPID, I SAY THE ROSARY EVERYDAY AND THE ROSARY IS A VERY POWERFUL WEAPON AGAINST EVIL AND AN AWESOME PRAYER FOR COMFORT AND COMPASSION. I LOVE MY FAITH I LOVE OUR LORD. THIS ARTICLE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE LOVE OF CHRIST IT IS PURE EVIL.

[fireburningbright]

Homemade prayer beads! A red and gold evil eye charm to start with, a Spartan dude for Ares, a cat for Bastet, a caduceus for Hermes, a blinged out heart for Aphrodite, and a leopardskin jasper charm symbolizing emotional wholeness and self-care. Braiding is black and gold silky cord and red deerskin leather.

[onyxtides]

Gods above in heavenly Olympus, where the mighty gods reside, the graces sing, competitions are waged and the fates decide. Mighty King Zeus bless the storms overhead, Queen Hera bless the relationships in my life to be faithful, Apollo let the plagues pass me by, Hermes whisper me to silent answers of the gods, Artemis guide my arrow to hit its marks, Ares guide my heart to be as fierce and resilient, Athena bless the wisdom passed onto me, Hestia bless the hearth of my home to keep space for your fire, Dionysus share joy with me and life’s happiness, Poseidon allow the waters to heal from human ignorance, Demeter earthly mother bless to know your harvest, lovely Aphrodite attune me to self love and independence, many more Theoi to thank and pray; to the fates bless my journey, to the oneiroi bring swift peace, tho the winds guide the breeze to be heart felt. To Hades, king of the underworld keep the realm of the dead at bay, to Persephone bless the journeys I make, to Kore may spring ever flower

This Pocket Prayer Edition Bracelet can be found my Etsy: HollowedPumpkin Right now all prayer beads are 10% off

[ssatxr]

@a-shy-mage​ proposed:  Spill the Tea-

From this meme

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{ SO ON PAR WITH MY MECHANISMS, i introduce to you the mechanism that’s going to play the biggest role in all of three scars: Patrons.

Patronoj ( English: Patrons) is a interchangeable term, but it’s mainly a Satyrian term between those chosen to be a Godly vessel for a temporary/eternal time. Patrons are selected at random or chance, if the crystal pertaining to that god gets engorged into the skin. This is the most common way for the divine beings to manifest, the other being through offerings at their specific locations of Birth.

Patrons are considered to be walking between two paths, and the middle ground is considered higher than being on a mortal field. The rarity of them is simple, and is based on how powerful the god is inherently. (Ares (5)-> Promoc(4)-> Fromac(2)-> Tiali(1)). Once a patron is chosen, the presence of a god is determined by how bright the crystal glows--when it’s bright white, then they are in the middle of a process called “possession”, where the soul of the chosen one is put in the crystal, and the God takes over the body temporarily. The possession ends when the chosen takes back the body or the god ends it themselves. This process, depending on where the crystal is, can injure both parties in the same way if not careful. Once the god is done with their patron, they can choose to crack the crystal. Once again, depending on location, this could kill the Satyrian as well. 

Satyrian patrons get a specific boost in power from their god (agility, strength, etc.) but often get some powers of the god through the crystal. This occurs if they are at least present, and the effects get stronger the closer they are. The power can only be transmitted through residue if the crystal is struck in anyway. They also vary by individual.

Midnight, with Ares’ crystal residue, is able to summon a weapon named “ La Luna Savanto”, a scimitar with the power to revert any cut it makes. She can also use the residue to revert an object’s causality for up to 3 seconds.

Marcus, with Promoc’s residue, can make the undead rise and do his bidding...the more this zombie infects, the stronger the residue is. Ends at his will. Savah can do the same, but only to a living being--essentially mind control. Both can summon a set of prayer beads, and when broken apart, act like wither a whip or a net.

Jackel with Fromoc’s residue, causes disease with his symptoms of choice. The angrier he is, the more dire the symptoms. He can end this on his own will. He can also summon the “Nichirin’s Famine”; long blades connected by a chain that exude the same effects. 

Samah, with Tiali’s residue, can make things glow and burn with a single glance at her will. Because she is corrupted, the power is hindered so that she can’t set the whole world ablaze if she wanted. }

[hellenic-fire]

I think I want to make my own prayer beads. There are so many on Etsy for specific Deities, but I want one that I can use for all of the Household Gods, and one that I can use for both Lord Ares and Lady Aphrodite.

[hadeschan]

item # K21B59

RARE Roop Lor Boran, Pra Sivali Maha Larp, Wat Chinorot, Nua Loha Pasom, Pim Luang Phor Chaeng Wat Bang Phang. A cast bronze figurine of a Wealth Fetching Pra Sivali Arahant with ancient process of casting, copied the style of Pra Sivali amulet of Luang Phor Chaeng of Wat Bang Phang. Pra Sivali is holding a talipot fan (a Fan of Rank means having a salary raise and career promotion), a cloth bag (with all treasure in it), and a string of rosary (having silver and gold beads / wealth and prosperity). made by Wat Chinorasaram Worawihan (Wat Chinorot), Bangkok in BE 2512 (CE 1969). The Blessing/consecration Ceremony was held on Sao Ha Day at the temple of Wat Chinorot, also attended by Luang Phu Toh of Wat Pradoochimplee, Luang Phor Guay of Wat Kositaram, Luang Phor Phrom of Wat Chong Khae, Pra Archan Nam of Wat Don Sala, Luang Phu Suk of Wat Pho Saithong, and other Guru Monks of the period. And after the Blessing/consecration Ceremony was finished, Luang Phor Guay did not leave the ceremony, but blessed this Batch of amulets alone until dawn.

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BEST FOR: Pra Sivali amulet represents a bless of “Wherever you go, success, wealth & prosperity, good luck, happiness will be waiting for you there!” Pra Sivali helps bring Endless Wealth, and success in life and career. Wealth Fetching, Maha Larp (it brings lucky wealth), Metta Maha Niyom (it makes people around you love you, be nice to you, and willing to support you for anything), Kaa Kaai Dee (it helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back, Maha Sanay (it helps turn you to Prince Charming in the eyes of women/men). Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you). And Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse and black magic).

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Pra Sīvalī

Pra Sīvalī is a Buddhist Arahant widely venerated among Theravada Buddhists. He is the guardian saint of travel and is believed to ward off misfortune at home, such as fire or theft. His veneration predates the introduction of Theravada Buddhism into present-day Myanmar (Burma). Shin Thiwali is typically depicted standing upright and carrying a walking staff, an alms bowl and prayer beads.Born to Queen Suppavasa, Shin Thiwali is believed to have remained in his mother’s womb for seven years because of past karma.After a week in labor, Sīvalī’s mother gave birth to a precocious boy who could immediately speak. Thereafter, Buddha’s chief disciple Sariputra admitted Sīvalī into the Sangha. The Burmese believe that he is still living, that he can be invoked to come by a special incantation and that his mere invisible presence will bring them prosperity and good fortune.

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THE BE 2512 BATCH OF AMULETS OF WAT CHINOROT

This Batch of amulets was made for fundraiser of the restoration work of the temple of Wat Chinorot. Made by Pra Maha Pradap (a disciple of Luang Phor Guay of Wat Kositaram), Pra Palat Manop (a disciple of Luang Phu Suk of Wat Pho Saithong), and Pra Archan Kaew of Wat Chinorot. The holy powder, and sacred materials for making this Batch of amulets was collected from many Guru Monks, and holy powder crushed from broken Pra Somdej Wat Rakang amulets given by Luang Phu Nak of Wat Rakang. The Blessing/consecration Ceremony was held on Sao Ha Day at the temple of Wat Chinorot, attended by:

- Luang Phu Toh of Wat Pradoochimplee

- Luang Phor Phrom of Wat Chong Khae

- Luang Phor Guay of Wat Kositaram

- Luang Phu Suk of Wat Pho Saithong

- Pra Archan Nam of Wat Don Sala

- Luang Phor Hom of Wat Saak Maak

- Luang Phu Seng of Wat Galayanamit

- Luang Phor Tam of Wat Pra Loy

- Luang Phor Chareon of Wat Thong Noppa-khun

- Luang Phor Tieng of Wat Muang Chum

- Luang Phor Samian of Wat Nong Gratoom

- Pra Archan Chua Nuupet of Wat Saphan Soong

- Luang Phor Thong of Wat Gon Kaew

- Luang Phor Thong of Wat Mor Sor

- Luang Phor Saen of Wat Ta Nae

- Luang Phor Suk of Wat Bandai Thong

And other Guru Monks

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The Sao Ha Day

The Sao Ha Day is the Saturday, the fifth day of the month on Thai lunar calendar, and according to ancient Thai Astrology, the Sao Ha Day is the day of “Keun Reu Ram Ha Kam” which means New Moon or waxing crescent moon of a Lunar Phase, and “Deuan Ha” which means fifth month of Thai Lunar Calendar / Month of April. It happens once in every 2-3 years. And the Soa Ha day is the most auspicious day for having Buddha amulets Blessing Ceremony which the highest power of “Kongkraphan Chatrie” (being invulnerable to all weapon attack), “Klawklad Plodpai” (pushing you away from all danger), and Maha-ut (stopping gun from shooting at you or the gun aiming at you would miss the target).

Thais believe that people who were born on this day would be protected by Thep Pra Sao Devaraj (God of Saturday), Thep Pra Sao was created by Hindu Lord Shiva. Lord Shiva crushed 10 of great Tiger Kings into powder, and wrapped with purple and black pieces clothes, sprung with elixir of immortality. The Saturday people were born with auspicious blessing from Thep Pra Sao Devaraj with prestige, and power to win over all difficulties in life.

Thep Pra Sao Devaraj AKA Saturn is the sixth planet from the Sun and the second-largest in the Solar System, after Jupiter.

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*with Certificate of Authenticity issued by DD-PRA

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DIMENSION: 3.60 cm high / 1.20 cm wide / 0.70 cm thick

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item # K21B59

Price: price upon request, pls PM and/or email us hadesamulet@outlook.com

100% GENUINE WITH 365 DAYS FULL REFUND WARRANTY

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[divinearchers]

Over the winter break I've been trying to withdraw from the internet and get some...creating done. I've done some sketching and painting but I'm most proud of these babies.

They are meant to be pagan prayer beads, or worry beads, so they are a little too small to be wearable, but I'm still quite happy with the size!

The one with red tigers eye, smoky quartz, onyx, and sword 'pendant' (had to get real creative to attach that lol) is for Ares.

The one with smoky quartz, howlite and rhodonite is for Hermes. It has two little bronze wings too that were hard to show.

The last is for Artemis, with the left over deep red wood beads I had used for Apollo's prayer beads, howlite and green agate. She has a wolf and acorns added as her symbols.

I really love making these. If anyone has tips for beading or (especially) attaching tassels and pendants please share! Or pictures of ones you made, I love seeing others prayer beads !!