#Deity of Summer

[sailing-through-hawkins]

raining, pouring, falling

✧ written for 'shower' ✧ word count: 399 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: none ✧ tags: deity!steve, thunderstorms ✧ @steddiemicrofic (～￣▽￣)～✧

When the thunder starts to roll in, Eddie does his best not to panic.

He races down the trail, eyes shooting up to the dark clouds every other minute.

Just five minutes ago, it was clear, sunny skies. Now, he's running through a light drizzle and has to hope it stays light, or someone's gonna get suspicious.

Gasping at the sudden bite of a cool wind, Eddie decides fuck it and skids down the dirt and mud. The trail winds too long and he doesn't have enough patience for it. Hell, he doesn't think Steve has much patience left either, judging by how violently the sky is booming, lightning crackling across it like -

Not the time, Munson, head on the ground, the clouds have enough going on.

Finally, Eddie arrives at the lonely barn, gasping when he sees a man, dressed in blues and golds, standing outside, head tilted up towards the rain as it pours down.

"Steve!"

Slowly, his face drifts down and he opens his eyes just to look straight at Eddie, their glow dissipating as they soften.

"Eddie," Steve greets, his tongue still doing something to the name that had Eddie shivering from more than the cold. "You came back."

"'Course I did," Eddie breathes out. "What're you doing out here, Steve? Somethin' happen?"

Steve tilts his head, eyes fluttering shut as he smiles. "The green needs some rain today. 'S too dry."

Ignoring that Steve was drowning the entire town with a fucking thunderstorm, complete with lightning and the heaviest shower Hawkins has seen since the '60s - well, Eddie can't really ignore it.

"You're not supposed to be out here, Steve," Eddie says gently, gulping when Steve turns sharp, electric eyes on him. "You're still recovering, right?"

From making a giant crater outside the run-down barn that Uncle Wayne still owns, all those weeks ago.

Steve's eyes soften and he gives that gentle smile again. "'S okay, this doesn't take a lot. I'll lighten it up though, okay?"

Eddie sighs, and resolves to himself that he's gonna have to fake shock at the random storm the same level as everyone else, once he gets back.

"Come on," Steve giggles as he pulls Eddie towards the stables, where he's sure the pure black stallion that never strays far from Steve must be waiting. "Let's go for a ride."

Eddie shakes his head with a fond smile.

[bruqh]

normally clerics use divine magic to work miracles amongst the living but i think kristen is going to use her mortality to work miracles amongst divinity

[houseonsaturn]

happy summer solstice !!! say thank you to the sun today :) praise be to Apollo! 🔥☀️✨🌈

[serpent-among-vines]

This time of the year is always great for obvious reasons but also because the setting sun of the Summer Solstice always shines directly over Lord Dionysus's altar uwu

☀️ Happy Solstice Everyone! ☀️

[nixieofthenorth]

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[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

[0wl3tt3]

giving offerings to Athena before I read a history book <3

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: To be added /end pt

Summer Deity

Pt: Summer Deity /end pt

A flag for those who are a deity of summer, a deity who is the embodiment of summer, etc. This can be kin, delusion, religious beliefs, etc. anyone who can fall under this and anyone can use it. Can also be called Summer God, Summer Goddess, Summer Xeity / Godx, Summer Fewity, or Summer Odity

Coined on August 30th, 2024

Colors picked from my other summer flags, under the Deity Umbrella [link]

Tagging @ficto-religious-archive

Banner id: @/prettypinknarc in lavender text, with clipart of a rosy maple moth on the left and a black outline /end id

[jezzzebel]

Feel free to elaborate in the comments! ☀️🌅

Also! Disclaimer: by "yes i am" , i mean anything! Even small things.

[dragonflyght-rising]

DEITIES

Summer - Thunderstorm

Messenger - Dignity

[articskele]

Thinking about....... Sun Onceler.........

[piristephes]

Praise of Helios Almighty.

Oh almighty Sun, Father of witches and of all plants Who work their way out of soil I praise thy venerable unyielding eye I praise thy rays of light and life I praise thee Helios the All-Seeing In the high of summer we remember How life frutifies under blessing thine For we mortals thrive and under thy light Bringing both power and peace of mind

portuguese:

Ó todo-poderoso Sol, Pai de bruxas e de todas as plantas Que se esforçam para brotar no solo Louvo teu venerável olho inflexível Louvo teus raios de luz e vida Louvo-te, Hélio que tudo vê No alto do verão nos lembramos De como a vida frutifica por bênção tua Pois nós mortais prosperamos sob teu fulgor Trazendo ambos, poder e paz de espírito.

[khaire-traveler]

|| For the Summer Solstice, something I decided to write for Apollon: ||

☀️

I wake up, feeling afraid and alone;

I drag my feet from bed;

I reach not for sun but for phone;

I need to get out of my own head;

I force myself to go outside;

After quite a long debate;

I see the sun begin to rise;

And see, within it, my fate;

Your gentle hands extend to me;

You sweetly hold my face;

Gone are traces of misery;

A loving warmth takes its place;

I've followed Your Light for quite some time;

I've found my way in the dark;

You've taught me to weave lyric and rhyme;

And have hope when times are stark;

To You, Golden Prince, I sing my praise;

May you shine eternally;

I feel Your love in brilliant rays;

Wonderful, this day shall be.

☀️

|| Thank You, Lovely Apollon, for all that You've done for me throughout my time worshipping You, and even before. It feels like You have always been a comforting presence in my life, and no matter what I have going on, I feel I can trust You with anything and everything. You are slow to anger and quick to forgive. I always feel safe within Your presence. There is a gentle love You willingly share with Your worshippers that supports and comforts us, and on this, the day of summer light, I feel that love is the strongest. Thank You for always supporting me. Thank You for always being there for me. Thank You for always listening to me. You are truly a Kind-hearted God. Bearer of Light, may You have a smile on Your face as You celebrate today, and may the joyous praises of Your worshippers bring gladness to Your golden heart. I love and praise You, Apollon the Shining. ||

[feng-huli]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 少年歌行 | The Blood of Youth (Live Action TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jin Yu/Yan Zhantian, Jin Xian & Jin Yu, Jin Yu & Xiao Chong & Yan Zhantian Characters: Jin Yu (The Blood of Youth), Yan Zhantian, Jin Xian | Shen Jingzhou, Xiao Chong | Prince Bai (mentioned), Zhuo Qing (Dashing Youth) (mentioned) Additional Tags: Anger Management, Tea, Some Humor, Hand Jobs Series: Part 1 of Small Fandom Summer '24 Summary:

Reading peacefully in the Imperial Library, Jin Yu is interrupted by a wrathful sword aura.

[praxisstvdio]

☀Summer solstice ☀

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[bugwolfsstuff]

Fem percy is overdone

How about Fem Magnus?

I offer up Margaret as being the genderbend name

So we can still call him Maggie