#{ thread ; atticus }

[athenianwit]

closed for @riointhedark

location the dionysus cabin

event toga party

it wasn't every day that you got your blinded and turned to stone by an echo of medusa simply for who your mother was, but that happened to atticus. thankfully it was all just a thunder dome run so he was safe but that didn't mean the godling felt any better afterwards. he promised ender he would show up to the party for at least a hour before he snuck back to his cabin to get some rest. what he didn't expect was for the alcohol to be quite so strong and after one or two drinks, he was already feeling it start to hit him. 

sitting alone in one of the many rooms, staring at his own reflection and trying to figure out if he should head back to his cabin when someone entered. "oh," he saw it was one of the newer godlings who showed up recently. "how are you... rio?" he hadn't quite gotten the others name, mostly because this had been an action packed weekend.

[nomadjones]

closed for: @atticuscortes

"Have you got eyes on Angel?" Dallas says to his other coworker as he cranes his neck to try and spot their mutual friend in a sea of stetsons and the odd cow print. He had made a mental note to keep an eye on him but that note had floated right out of his head when he had been hooked into a round of shots with a group of tourists who had no idea what was going on but were doing their best to vibe any way.

"He's milling around being a little awkward, you know how he is."

[atticuscortes]

for: @blake-michaels

where: outside tuttie fruittie smoothie

"Let's fucking go!"

Atticus's arms are thrown triumphantly above his head, coming to a stop outside of their bet upon destination: the smoothie shop. The few patrons lingering outside cast him an odd look at the outburst, but he pays them no mind, too busy cupping his hands around his mouth to imitate the sound of a crowd roaring.

"And at the last second, Atti Cortes takes the lead, successfully snaking Blake Michaels's chance for a free smoothie. Will she ever recover, folks?"

With his fist acting as a microphone, he holds it out towards Blake for comment, his other hand braced on his knee as he hunched over to try and catch his breath.

(She'd certainly given him a run for his money. Did he feel guilty about that last trick he'd pulled to sabotage her chances of winning their silly bet? Maybe a little...but pretending to pull something so she'd slow down and check on him had to be one of the oldest tricks in the book. The victory was still sweet, as was the smoothie he was about to be rewarded with.)

[popcultr]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @heroexxs

MUSE: atticus walsh / 30 / secretary @ a law firm / heterosexual

carrying on from HERE

knowing that gabe was going to be at the party made atticus nervous, she'd spent much longer on her look than normal, making an effort, and her friends teased her about it. she was excited about seeing him again though and looking forward to getting to know him, her roommate couldn't wait to be introduced too.

atticus entered her living room, from her kitchen, drink in hand, the party was in full swing. she spotted him, casually, she made her way over to him, trying to seem cool, "hey! you made it".

[warnerstjames]

CLOSED STARTER / @atticuscortes

After bumping into Ziggy in what he thought was the line for the mechanical bull, Warner made a beeline for the bar, needing to put as much space between himself and Ziggy as he possibly could. The bar, as luck should have it, was the furthest point away from him that Warner could think of without actually leaving.

It would have been easier, disappearing into the night and returning to his apartment, but then how would they ever learn to coexist peacefully together?

Warner saddled up to the bar, tapping his hand against the counter to catch one of the bartenders attention and ordering himself a cocktail from the wild west themed menu for the night.

He turned his back to the bar, elbows leaning against the surface as she scans the crowd of cowboys and cowgirls; his gaze eventually landing on a cowboy wearing a black hat and unbuttoned brown coat—Atticus.

He recognises the outfit from his thirst trap on Instagram.

He signals to the bartender over his shoulder that he'll be back in a second before slipping into the crowd to join Atticus. "You know a hoedown doesn't require you to dress like a hoe, Cortes." He quipped, giving him a slow once over with his eyes.

[oculiaperticlausi]

fright fest — open

I heard it's Daniela Carvalho.

Five words.

All it took was five words to shatter his entire world.

At first he had refused to believe it, racing to the scene right as the crime unit arrived. He threw himself at Jake, pleading to just... see. As if all the air would come flooding back because it wouldn't be her face looking up at him, it wouldn't be... her face. Yet, it was. He sobbed. Uncontrollably. Something he had never done in his entire life and all he could do was be grateful, the detective stood in front of him to make sure no one else could see. He swore Jake even muttered to some of the workers to give him a minute. How could he let the confession die on the tip of his tongue and then watched her walk away from him? How can he live with knowing if he had said those three words out loud that she would still be here and not in the back of the van that drove away twenty minutes ago.

Twenty minutes ago.

That was the last time he saw her. He sits on the curb, the flashing red and blue lights driving away from the scene as if... they didn't just rip his heart out and take it with them. He looks down at his hands, rubbing them together as his jaw clenches. His phone is vibrating against the rocks next to him, each sound jolts the hope, the hope her name will pop up on his screen one more time. He knows if he turns the phone around that they will be talking about her as if she wasn't a person, a woman... the love of his fucking life. He closes his eyes, a few tears sliding down his cheeks. His eyes open after a second to spot a pair of shoes in front of him. He wants to tell them to fuck off but he knows if a single word leaves him, his voice will crack.

[raging-ale]

@athenianwit

unsure how things were starting to lead to having atticus in his cabin and their lips clashing against one another. alejandro nearly kicked the door open and slammed it back behind him. pushing the man against the door, he let out a low growl as a hungry smirk tugged on his lips. "fuck! i have thought about this since i first fucking laid eyes on you." grabbing both of the demigods arms and pinning them over their head with quick movements, ale started to roll his hips against the others. the frictions alone making him start to feel his cock stir to life.

pulling back and bringing the son of athena through his cabin, never once letting their heated kiss break until he reached his bedroom, he picked the other up with such ease and tossed him onto the bed. "strip!" he commanded, just standing over the bed, stroking over his hard clothed cock - wanting to see the show before him, craving it as his eyes were starting to undress him, his thoughts already picturing the way he was going to ruin the other before him.

[littlebadger]

@ghostprince-rule  ♡'d  for a starter !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ-` 👻 ´- 【 “ Hey, Atti ! ” Danny called in ghost form as he flew within the swirling green atmospheric landscape that was The Ghost Zone. His boots touched down on the landmass Atticus Dark was currently on, the ghost boy turning to the other with interest in his eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“It’s been a while! What are you up to?” It’d be good to catch up with Atti. It’d been far too long, and Danny felt a little guilty for always cutting their conversations short.

[noralevin]

closed: @atticuscortes

location: sharky's monster mash

"You actually look ridiculous," Nora said by way of greeting, giggling as she reached up to tug at the blond wig on Atticus's head. "I saw Mav, and I do have to give it to you guys for the dedication, but this? Hilarious. I expected something more...thirst-trappy out of you."

[crescend6]

a t t i c u s a i t k e n. veintiún años ( 21/12/03 ). originario de rockingham, new hampshire. posesión psiónica. estudiante de artes escénicas ◟facultad CRIMSON COUNTESS. ranking cuarenta y tres. habitación #W107.

historia.

uno. oriundo de hampton, new hampshire, atticus es el segundo de tres hijos del matrimonio aitken. su padre trabaja para un prestigioso buffet de abogados corporativos y su madre es una reconocida periodista, presentadora y escritora; está de más decir que se crío dentro de círculos importantes, rodeado de lujos y siempre en el ojo público. progenitores procuran su imagen y carreras por sobre la familia o más bien consideran la familia parte de su trabajo. dos. tw: abuso psicológico/emocional. fue el único de sus hermanos en manifestar un don, para su mala suerte, uno que considera poco útil — no obstante su madre sí que veía potencial en él y se aseguró de no dejar que se echará a perder. la mujer jamás temió usar los propios dones cómo más le conviniera y con su hijo cerca era ahora incluso más aventajada. por supuesto atticus no lo entendía al principio pero al hacerse mayor pudo ver que para su madre, él no era sino una herramienta y cuando comenzó a negarse a seguir sus exigencias pago las consecuencias. tres. devon aitken era verdaderamente aterradora cuando se lo proponía y nadie lo sabe mejor que atticus, con poderes psíquicos se abrió camino en la industria, sin aceptar un no por respuesta, pasando por encima de quién tuviera que pasar y no deseaba menos para atticus, incluso si él no podía verlo aún, todos desean estar en la cima ¿no es cierto? por los medios necesarios, se aseguraría de que fuera así — incluso si debía invadir su mentecita, incluso si debía usar sus debilidades en su contra o indagar en los oscuros rincones de su pequeña cabeza. él al igual que ella aprendería a usar sus dones para el bien. cuatro. matricularse en god u nunca fue una opción, era inevitable y lo sabía. a tales altura ya no le importaba sabía morderse la lengua, tragarse el bilis y seguir el plan que alguien más le impuso. se decidió por artes escénicas porque parecía ser lo más sencillo. como alguien que ha experimentado estar al otro lado no hace uso de su poder a menos que lo crea de vida o muerte. las conexiones familiares son lo único que le han ayudado a no hundirse completamente pues su desempeño deja mucho que desear. cinco. se le enseñó a sonreír para las cámaras, adular y complacer a la gente indicada a seguir las reglas silenciosas en el juego qué es la alta sociedad pero lo cierto es que no es una persona muy sociable, bajo la máscara hay un espíritu frágil, una figura forjada a tratos despiadado… solitaria y resquebrajada, que día a día se preocupa menos por el qué dirán y más frecuentemente deja escapar el veneno con el que se le alimentó durante años. no es una mala persona, no en realidad, más ya no sabe manejarse por el mundo sin sentirse miserable.

personalidad.

( positivos + ) observador, adaptable, empático, leal. ( negativos – ) pesimista, receloso, sarcástico, distante.

conexiones.

no busco nada en específico, cabe mencionar que atticus tiene traumas por los que esta amargadito, así que no le veo haciendo muchas amistades lmao pero al desenvolverse en alta sociedad sabe comportarse y guardar apariencias podría ser que se conozcan pero hayan tenido roces o lleven una relación muy superficial o incluso de frenemies, también me gustaría que tenga a alguien cercano con quién se abra más y pueda relajarse un poco. recibimos ideas y hcs de cualquier tipo y estamos abiertos a lo que pueda surgir. @genvm

[whispercddesires]

"I miss moments like this more than anything." / @m0rallygrey

[athenianwit]

continued from here

Although Oliver was still going to be living in the Athena cabin, it felt odd to know that his cabin wouldn’t be next door. The Athena and Demeter cabins were neighbors and the garden from outside Oliver’s garden had started to overgrow into his lawn, some plant life even starting to grow along the wall that faced the Demeter cabin. That wasn’t the case in this time line, he was a child of Persephone whose cabin was further down the line. Visiting the cabin and watching Ollie working on his garden, Atticus realized Oliver seemed to be spaced out when he didn’t answer his question about what he wanted to do for dinner. 

Grabbing his boyfriend, Oliver stole a kiss to get his attention. “It’s alright, love” Atticus said with a smile, hand resting on that muscular and firm chest of his. “I was just asking what you wanted to do about dinner. Maybe the dining hall or the Scry even, or maybe the two of us could cook dinner for the boys.” No matter what world they fell into, Atticus and Oliver were caretakers for the men they loved. “Are you alright, Ollie? You seem… distracted.”

@springs-heir

[nomadjones]

closed for: @atticuscortes

where: firestation

"Hey now," Dallas says as he sorts through the newest toys donation to separate what was given into the age brackets and genders specified on the boxes in front of them. The doll he lifts out to show his co-worker was only suited to a box labelled nightmares that wasn't one of the choices in their sorting space, "Get a load of this, she looks like one of your Tinder broads."

[atticuscortes]

for: @reggiellewellyn

where: sharky's monster mash

"How do you know she's even gonna be here tonight?"

Atticus did a precursory scan of the room, as if he'd be able to pick out Reggie's mystery late night caller from the crowd based off either the minimal information about her the other had to offer (which summed up was basically that she did exist) or sheer vibes alone.

When neither proved to be fruitful, he turned back to grab the beer that'd been slid in front of him instead.

"Like, did she say she for sure was?" Atticus asked like he hadn't been tasked with raking over soundbite clips for a month now to see if anything more could be gleaned from them. "Mention a costume? Anything at all?"

(So he already knew the answers, but God if this wasn't all feeling a little Cinderella Story-y. He was invested, damn it.)

"I mean, you definitely mentioned your costume though, right? And I haven't seen another Maximus yet, so at least there's that."

[missdcalls]

He had been watching them all night. Seeing them interact with the others, laughing and having a good time. Not once did they look in Atticus' direction. Acted like he didn't exist, like they hadn't spent the night together only a few days ago. It was rather frustrating to the man, and if he had the guts to, he would have already marched up to them to call them out, but he didn't and kept his mouth shut.

Atticus was getting ready to leave when he felt a body press up against him from behind. He knew who it was without having to turn around. Instead of being excited though, he was a bit disappointed they had waited this long to say hello. "Finally realize I was here, did you?" // @mysteryoflovc

[macaulaymontgomery]

starter for: @atticuscortes location: putt paradise

"I don't know about you, but I'm so ready for tourist season to be over," Mac says with a scrunch of her nose as she looks over her shoulder at a gaggle of pre-teens at the hole behind them.

"Like open the schools. Get these youths out of the streets."