#lightningstrvck

[asher-isontime]

Asher walked into the cabin noting almost immediately that most of the demigods had gone for the more conservative look, if they’d even gone or a look at all. While part of him felt a little under dressed in his practically see through lace pants, at this point he was happy to stand out. Nursing his wine glass of ambrosia, he couldn’t help but spot a loud yellow shirt in the middle of crowd, and the second he recognized who it was, he let out a playful wolf whistle to get his attention. “Not bad, Boy Scout,” he called as he sauntered over, maneuvering past a few other oblivious demi’s to get to the son of Zeus. “I’m impressed. I figured you’d be one of the guys that just showed up in a t-shirt and jeans.”

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[hqgodspeed]

the marble palace of the zeus cabin seems too vast and too small all at once. you say the last words, beckoning for your father to answer you, to reveal if the myths about him are true—if you’re doomed to turn into the same type of man depicted in statues, in songs. 

your vision goes dark, a swirling blackness that seems all consuming. then, you watch as palace pillars and walls crumble, turn to dust and broken stone. your vision snaps forward, seeing nothing but more darkness and then, faintly, tendrils of purple smoke that wisp out, as if trying to infect the earth. 

you hear it first, the sound of the earth being beaten. something large battering against the ground hard enough to make it quake. each thump of earth makes the sky open up, purple bolts of lightning splintering the darkness overhead with violet light, followed by a roll of thunder that makes your teeth shatter. 

then you see it, a hulking horned creature. it’s easily larger than a house, perhaps larger than a small building. its eyes are a deep purple, frenzied, filled with rage. it stomps its hooves against the ground and the lightning crackles once more. 

it whirls around to face you, lowering it’s horned head as it beats against the earth. panic seems to rise inside of you. there’s a rumble in the air as the sky opens up once more, a downpour of rain, ripped through with cracks of lightning and booming thunder louder than you’ve ever heard ripples through your body.

your insides feel like a natural disaster, a raging war of who you are and who your father is, as if they’re fighting one another. 

you look up and the beast is charging at you, head lowered, purple crackles of lightning sparking off its body as it gains momentum toward you. your hands come up, as if you’re going to catch the bull by the horns, as if you’re going to brace yourself for the impact—

and then you’re back in your cabin. the marbled white floors etched with gold are the same, though there’s blood on your hands, coming from your knuckles, and a deep indent in one of the floors from where your fist meet the hard floor. your question, vaguely, might have been answered, but you received an answer to something else.

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[dcmesticity]

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------ keaton, up until this point, had forgotten that he could speak dragon. however, due to a sudden companion’s appearance it was an unexpectedly helpful skill. the seattle native was trying his best to keep up with the dragon, his arms crossed before him as he eyebrow raised and nodded his head in reaction. once wolfram caught up to the two, keaton recognized his presence almost immediately and spoke. 

                               “i uh---i think i found your friend.” 

[warscn]

      𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐒,  especially  after  the  spar  he  just  had  with  the  son  of  zeus.   it  was  clear  that  xander  was  a  strong  guy.    nothing  new  there.   but  he  still  needed  to  prove  something.   he  didn’t  realize  until  he  lost  against  jasper  and  tucker,  even  after  poor  asher  was  defeated  and  it  was  just  xander  still  standing.   but  battling  wolfram,  was  something  else,  and  it  felt  good.   eyes  shifted  to  look  at  the  other.    “   hey,  great  spar  today.   you’re  strong,  for  a  new  demigod.   give  it  a  few  months  and  you’ll  probably  be  better  than  all  of  us.  ”   //  @lightningstrvck​

[nightlyarrows]

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everyone was back in their element again with sandy beaches. it was entertaining to say the least. the sand wasn’t really tristan’s element, but seeing the other demigods warm up to it was interesting to see. drenched in aloe vera and glad in a pair of black trunks, a black tank top, and black sunglasses he finally decided to venture out a bit more. when he bumped into wolfram he was too busy exploring the terrain around him that he almost didn’t notice the other demigod. he was glad that he did though. “hey, fram! are you liking it around here? i know a lot of the others seem to gravitate more towards warmer climates, so it’s fun to see people let go a little bit.” tristan wasn’t including himself in that narrative, but it was nice to see the other not getting shocked by his companion or looking beat up after a quest. “do you have anything on your agenda?” 

[pantasticobelius]

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Even a demigod’s bladder has it’s limits. Turns out Obelius’ drink limit is ten. Then it’s a race against time to get inside the bathroom and undo his pants. Obi is in such a rush it isn’t until his dick is out that he notices someone at the other corner of the bathroom. “Fuck!” he jumps, startled. “Dude, why are you creepily starring at my dick?!” he half-yells at Wolfram, trying to put his penis back in his pants. “What are you doing here? Are you waiting for someone? Sex in the bathroom is so cliche.”  

[maximus-bruin]

𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕤 [ 𝟙𝟘 / ? ]

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐎 as son of 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐖��𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 as son of 𝐙𝐄𝐔𝐒

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[asher-isontime]

Truth be told, Asher had never really connected with Wolfram. To be honest that son of Zeus in particular seemed like the complete opposite of everything he’d grown up with. Still, despite all of that, after getting to know him a bit on the few quests and trials they’d experienced together, he realized that most of those preconceived notions were false. Most. He did start to realize Wolfram was more than his first impression, and after all they’d been through, he decided it was time to actually get to know the son of Zeus better. “Wolf!” he called out as he walked down the beach of their resort like camp, two coconut drinks in his hands. “What are you doing out here by yourself?” he asked, handing the taller male a pina colada before sliding down to sit beside him in the sand. “Why aren’t you getting drunk like everyone else?”

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[hqgodspeed]

wolfram opens the sage scroll.

the scroll unfolds in wolfram’s hands and for a moment, it’s as if the scroll is empty, nothing more than a blanket page. 

then, slowly, words and sigils, glyphs and runes, spread from corner to center and it’s as if he understands. in a flash of white light, a current of electricity jolts him, crawling up from his fingertips, along his arms, up to his eyes. his own turn the color of white hot lightning, a brilliant flash emits from him once more.

the scroll bursts into flames once the lightning settles beneath wolfram's skin and the ash disappears as if it was never there, leaving no trace of the ancient scroll behind.

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐃.

[hqgodspeed]

After the other night, Wolfram was admittedly on edge. He was struggling, searching for a spark, a connection to his father. Frustrated with his shortcomings, he finally gives his cabin a thorough search, every corner, in hopes that he would find something left behind to strengthen the connection.

wolfram is meticulous in his findings, in a way that takes him more time than necessary. he goes from room to room in search of something, anything, that might help him learn something or keep him safe from the assassins he’s been warned about. as he continues his search, he notices a notch in one of the walls, at the bottom. an indentation that looks as if it can be pressed.

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[hqgodspeed]

Wolfram opens the SMALL ORNATE BOX.

wolfram opens the SMALL ORNATE BOX and finds it to be filled with drachma. even after he dumps the drachma out, the box feels heavier than it should.

𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊.

[maximus-bruin]

He had just finished constructing a sand castle between his legs, shifting it with his dream sand carefully. Maximus’ brows were knitted together tightly as he sat on the hot ground, careful to shift out the intricate details and maintaining control over his sand. Thankfully, given that they were in a warmer climate, him playing with sand would seem as confusing, although he was shaping the castle with his mind instead of his hands. Breathing carefully, he held out another hand with golden sand morphing and shifting into a rather large hammer. About the size of a particular sand castle. The son of Hypnos raised his hand, before causing the hammer to fall down upon the sand castle, causing dream sand to burst everywhere and push him backwards onto the ground. Another successful attempt, at least when it came to controlling his creations. At the sound of footsteps approaching, Maximus glanced back behind him. “...Sorry, I was just practicing,” he said softly, too tired in the moment to stand up, much less peel off his sweat-drenched shirt.

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[warscn]

boochie aka booty aka who you want to touch !!!!

      “  then  why  don’t  you  say  that ??  ”   xander  laughed,  taking  another  sip  of  his  drink.    he  rolled  his  eyes,  looking  around  and  seeing  the  different  guys.   “  honestly,  keaton  has  a  nice  once.   wolfram  and  tucker  got  some  nice  booties  from  what  i’ve  seen.   and  strom, definitely  strom.  ”   he  chuckled,  drinking  more  of  the  ambrosia  in  his   hand.  @dcmesticity @lightningstrvck @rheevivedking @stromxhold

[maximus-bruin]

"I think your training paid off,” Maximus said idly as he leaned over the railing to peer at the son of Zeus curiously. “Who knew throwing daggers at melons could’ve helped?” The son of Hypnos grinned before lifting his legs up and over the wooden railing. “...I feel stronger, I think. I had dreams that... I don’t know how else to explain. But I’ll do my best to stand by your side, Wolfram. And then you’ll be proud of me,” he said eagerly, dark eyes peering up at the other man with a newfound wonder and respect. “...Y-You haven’t been having bad dreams, have you?” Maximus clutched his hand into a fist, holding it up to his heart over his chest. “I’m going to try and fight away everyone’s nightmares, one person at a time.”

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[asher-isontime]

The trial of Demeter was fast approaching, and Asher could feel the tension at camp. He had yet to see a trial himself, but from the way everyone was going on about them, he knew they were dangerous. To be honest, the entire situation was stressful as fuck, and he knew if he let his nerves and insecurities in, he’d freeze up.

So, instead of wallowing in the tension at camp, Asher decided to take advantage of the beautiful scenery, the rolling water of the beach, the hot sun, and the momentary peace and quiet. He stood at the edge of the beach glad in nothing but a pair of trunks, and closed his eyes. With a deep sigh, he bent forward into downward facing dog, letting his body stretch, his mind wander. Yoga had always been one of the things that calmed him down, that focused him, and it was working until he heard footsteps approach behind him. “Wolf?” he said, eyeing the son of Zeus from between his legs, remaining steady in his position. “Here to join me?”

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