#gsdrstarter

[jacksonthewise]

Honestly being in New York was easy, which was strange compared to the fundemental shift that the demi’s camp life had been.  Part of him missed the noise of Pali house, the sound of those loud voices and sounds of Beau making breakfast in the early morning, or the sounds of Ender still awake in the next room over working on the latest tattoo. But Jackson supposed that going from killing demons and gods back to the real word was always going to be somewhat of a rough transition for all of them. Still being aware of the magical world had it’s perks, it certainly opened up a few of the more magically inclined clubs if you knew were to look. Who knew Dyrads could be such good bartenders? 

It was enough noise and general merryment to block out any of the wistful feelings he might have been having about the camp, a hand curling around the bright blue drink in front of him with an amused tilt of his head at the strange beverage in front of him. He was, however, looking as fine as he ever did. A slick tight black shirt, that somehow dispite it’s simple nature just screamed expensive, his jeans showing off every fun little curve he had as shifted against the bar- his bulge rather noticable as he turned to lean back against it, to let his eyes run around the crowd. 

[sharpestlxves]

The sun felt warm against his bare skin as he stood out in the grassy knoll. Head tilted back to the sky, he was almost as naked as the day his mother gave birth to him wearing only the ink he had required during his time on earth and a pair of tight black briefs. Green eyes were shut tight as he sent up a silent prayer to his mother and the other gods/goddesses of nature. It was perhaps the closest he had ever felt to his mother, finally feeling like he had a sense of purpose for the first time since the acolyte told him who he really was. When he opened his eyes, he found that someone had been watching - or perhaps just glanced over at the wrong time - but Ender reached out a hand before letting out a small chuckle. “Join me,” he called out, “you can keep your clothes on, I do not mind.” And it was true. Just because he was out in the sun in his underwear didn’t mean everyone else had to be as well. 

[wrxn-blxkely]

Straddled over an open infirmary table, legs dangling off the sides, the son of stars was in the middle of another bandaging leaving him partially shirtless while a acolyte attended him. An ache wormed beneath Wren’s skin, leaving a tinge of discomfort beneath each expression he held. 

As the first layer of gauze started to unravel,  it slowly revealed his markings, reeling back every layer, and more and more of the inky seams became present. A Lichtenberg web of black veins crawled over his chest, clustering heavily on his left side, leaving patches of his already pale skin to look translucent and sickly. It looked as worse as you’d imagine it’d feel, especially with how Wren winced slightly as the acolyte began slathering a poultice over it. 

—”Excuse me this is a closed room.” one of the infirmary assistants proclaimed as the door swung open to them.

Wren was quick to recognize the man and almost defeatedly, like hiding was just too tiring to keep up, he waved the other off. “It’s fine he can enter.” he paused, moving to face the fellow demigod. “The cat is kind of out of the bag….”

[the-reveries]

It might have not been the early morning for everybody else, but to Reverie Crane, anything before 3pm was the ass-crack-of-dawn. He wasn’t quite sure how many days he’d been here, but losing track of time wasn’t something new to the former podcaster, waking up in a place you didn’t recognize at first glance was, and he had spent a good 10 minutes silently stressing out. He wandered through the halls of Pali, until he found himself an exit (a window with a tree just outside). Stumbling into the dining hall, Rev perked up at the scent of coffee, following it until it led him to another male. The new demigod blinked at their back, the patterns of their top springing to life within his mind’s eye. When the stranger turns, he mistakes their pause as an offering, and grabs the coffee from their hands. “Oh, thank you!” he beams, taking a sip of the drink before the other man has any time to protest. “Ah... I really needed that.”

[crowntorn]

AMADEO + OPEN

Amadeo: We're either going to go out and kill something

Amadeo: Oh perform a satanic ritual with Annabelle

Amadeo: Unless you come up with something just as fun

[wxldhxrt]

After returning back to camp battered and bruised, the first thing Greyson did was find Moss and hug his little water noodle for a long while. The otter seemed to sense Grey’s emotional state because he was extra affectionate and gentle. Reluctant to let Moss go, Grey made himself a well needed cup of tea and then went to the lake for a little quiet thinking. He climbed up onto one of the larger rocks over looking the water and sat contemplating what had happened on the quest. They had all come so close to failing, he’d missed so many of his attacks, fought off exhaustion at what felt like every turn in that final battle. But they had achieved their victory. Still it didn’t feel like much of a victory and that was just the first of many quests. It had shaken the son of Poseidon, made him question if he was even a worthy demigod at all. So lost in thought, Grey only noticed they weren’t alone at the lake when Moss began his screeching. “Calm down Moss, we don’t own the lake, others can come here.”

[cfserpents]

Viorel’s never done anything for his birthday.

It wasn’t as if he wanted to remember it, anyway. But, with the months at camp stirring in his head, likewise tugs back to Romania and his ‘family’, the man couldn’t deny that he felt the day bear down on his shoulders. Vio stroked Galen’s little head as he walked from Voithos towards the stables, aiming to bring Sorin with him to--where?

He didn’t have that part figured out, yet. The demigod looked around as he closed in, hoping to come across no one. They didn’t need to know. Rather, he hoped no one knew.

[sunchild-dean]

Dean had been at camp for almost two weeks, and it had already taken a lot out of him. While he admittedly did spend a bulk of his time on his own, watching the other demigods from afar, it wasn’t from any sort of shyness. Honestly it was all so overwhelming. Studying and training his abilities took some time and effort, and while he thought he was finally starting to break some ground, even he needed some r&r. 

The red headed son of Apollo found himself lounging in the hot spring, sans clothing and a single fuck to give. His body seemed to radiate pure sunlight, which seemed to illuminate the pool as well as the night air. It was the first time in long time that he was able to find piece. His bare skin tingled and buzzed in amidst the hot water. HIs mind had finally found a satisfying state of zen, that is until he heard the rustle of leaves and the racking of fallen twigs. Someone was coming. “Yo... is someone there?” he called out, sitting up, hand instinctively moving to cover his crotch, not that anything was that visible amidst the steam. Though the glow his skin seemed to give up wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. 

[knightmaring]

— ks̴͕̞̓͊͒̄́̐̕̕̕̚͝h̷̀̈͘h̷̻͉̙̄̓̈́̈́̓h̷h̶̨̞̮͔̀̃̾͂̄̏͐̏͐͆̽̏̀͠—

              “ḩ̸̮̺͔͉̟́̽̌̄͑̇̓͒̐̃̕𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘?”

              the serenity around the the lake of lost souls is interrupted no thanks to the grainy static fuzz of a radio and hudson’s voice. the demigod sits at the edge of the pier, legs dangling off the end, swinging back and forth as turns and twists the nob of a device in his hands.

                                       “𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚘?! 𝚝𝚎𝚜t̵̯̫̪̠̲̀̾͌̾̊͊̀͆͆i̷̬̦̪̹̍̔́̈ǹ̶̜͇̪̼̣̟͕̮̲̰͉̞͕̝̯̽̀̊̀̄g̵̠̜͓͚͓̪̩͇̖͔͔̑̆̕! 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝!!"

              a grin crosses his face as his voice comes in crystal clear, only to falter as he hears a series of faint whispers in the background.

“𝔥𝔲𝔥, 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱.”                                     “yₒᵤ ₛᵤᵣₑ wₑ ₐᵣₑₙ'ₜ ᵢₘₐgᵢₙᵢₙg ᵢₜ?”    

               "𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓭!”

"𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭!"                        “ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ᵏⁱᵈ!”

               his expression grows more and more nervous as each new voice chimes. the sound of foot steps startles him, twisting the device off and spinnging around to face whoever it was.

[jacksonthewise]

The hunt though the forest had been exhilarating- Artemis had clearly taken it upon herself to shine down on the lot of them considering they’d manged to catch one of her deer as a boom for the festival. Jackson hadn’t been trained as well with a bow as some of his fellow Demi’s but as luck would have it- his arrow had manged to fly straight and true, right into the dears heart. The whole hunt had been a pulse pounding affair- Jackson had run though the Forrest with a few others- the sound of leaves crunching under his foot and the sound of blood pumping in his ears, that spark of...something under his skin during the whole event.  It had been a good day and it was almost early evening by the time they arrived back. Jackson was smirking as the deer was presented onto the table for the festival, his arrow still lodged into the creature. A hand reaching up to simply strip himself out of his shirt- a mix of blood and sweat already sinking into the fabric as he heard a few of the nymphs cheer around him at the boon.  His pants hung low on his hip, and the late afternoon sun shone onto his abs  he as he scooped up a cup of nectar, easily drowning it in one go. 

[sharpestlxves]

A grunt escaped him as he bent his legs in order to pick up the tent that he had brought with him. It wasn’t the fact that the tent was heavy, no, it was the backpack that was strapped to his back and everything else the new demigod was trying to carry with him. Pots, pans and other various things one would need to camp outside with and he was attempting to carry it all at once while picking up the tent. He was determined to make this one trip not wanting to back into the house they had told him he was to stay in. There was no way in hell he was staying in some knock off hostel with kids half his age. Cursing under his breath when he felt his backpack slip off of his shoulder, his eyes focused on someone passing by him. Now Izyk wasn’t typically the kind of person to stop and talk to the first person he saw about the weather or what was for dinner, so he tended to stay away from people. Which was why when he spoke, it came out gruff and almost a bark as he ordered, “you. Here. Now.”

[wrxn-blxkely]

      The night was clear and cool, no downcast of clouds as the arena was illuminated by torch light. Some of the clearing had been bathed in silver by the moon but it was faint as Wren stood there in the middle. Most nights there were few people here among the grounds, which the demigod took advantage of by practicing spells that were a bit difficult to do inside Mageia. Beneath the stars Wren stood without armor or blade at his side but instead palms facing upwards as a prismatic light trickled beneath his skin.                                  It was time to practice something new. 

    “Vast sea of stars, watery rite, I summon you here earth-side.” he started as flecks of light, small orbs, slowly flowed around him, “Travel close and envelop me in your waves---Cetus, Eridanus, Pisces---flow beside me, our guardians of the astral waters.” As he concentrated more light appeared. It swirled around him like a whirlpool, along with the orbs shifting as they painted the constellations he called upon.        Now the real test was for how long he could hold it. 

[vinummagicae]

Almost a week after drinking the ambrosia, Ender Brooks was sitting outside of the house he had been assigned to toying with the scarf in his hands. It seemed that whatever had happened that night was still lingering inside him leaving him haunted and lost in his mind. It was harder to shake off than he thought causing him to almost hide inside the house with his fellow healers as he licked his metaphorical wounds. It wasn’t until now that he felt strong enough to step out into the cold and sit on the steps as he looked around the camp wondering out loud to the nearest demigod near by, “I am not really sure what the point of this rose thing is...you think we will ever find out who is sending all these or will we forever be clouded in the mystery of it all?” 

[crowntorn]

scenario: empath absorbing attention 

the perks of once sharing a closet with the son of aphrodite are that his wardrobe doubled in size for some time. that’s how he manages to get his hands on his parts of his current outfit even if they aren’t together anymore. 

a mesh crop top, a pair of white shorts that rise up a little bit too high, and then a light pink thong that is poking out from his pants. all this while he’s charging his movements with his telekinesis, using them to get around and also train. 

annabelle is thankfully in the playground while amadeo charges his feet up with telekinetic energy. he moves to walk up a tree quickly, jumping off and doing a flip. then as he lands, he attacks the training dummy with his rapier and psychic longsword at the same time. 

“yes!“ he stands straight up again, knowing the movements probably caused the clothes to move even more. “might have to train that way more often.“ amadeo then twirls around on his heels, looking for the nearest demigod. “hey, what are you up to? i’m feeling more social today, can i tag along?“ 

[wxldhxrt]

Location: Temple of the Gods, Camp Godspeed

So this was where he was supposed to save the world? Kaiden still wasn’t convinced about that pitch, but he knew there was something special about him, something that he needed to understand and if coming here meant that could happen then he would figure out the rest along the way. He was good at that. 

Since arriving at camp and being given the ‘tour’, the first place the son of Hestia went was to the temple. He needed to see the face of the mother who abandoned him, who left him to rot with that despicable man. He stood in front of her huge marble visage, a deep frown creasing his brow, already feeling his palms grow hot with rage but Kaiden took a few breaths to calm himself. When he heard the temple doors open he expected to see one of the nymphs or satyrs perhaps even an acolyte coming to tend the statues, either way he continued to glare at the woman he’d never call mother. 

[cfserpents]

The last few weeks have been quiet in Viorel’s room.

There were no sounds of near-silent tapping of claws against the wood floor, nor shuffling of sheets and papers at a desk. A light was left untouched the whole time, almost forming dust in its neglect. Where was he, the healer and dog? He wasn’t in Voithos, nor Pali. He wasn’t in Aspida where the tanks forged their skin in steel and unwavering grit. He was away in the forest that reminded him of his childhood. There was no home for him to claim just yet; not even Romania, his motherland, was home. 

He had brought his bedroll and a tent, a few textbooks with a lantern and writing supplies, to tide himself over. Viorel sat in his tent studying high school physics with a dog-eared  Întâmplări în irealitatea imediată accompanied by a well-worn dictionary. The demi was quiet, studious, in the early morning light when Sorin made a low, rumbling growl. “Ce este?” he whispered under his breath for the shepherd to hear.