Of Gods and Men

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[magicalmisguidings]

Plot: At a Dionysian Party, Skip decided to not verbally assault someone for once.

Skip took a long drink from the bottle in his hand turning the glass over so he could see the label, not that he ever really cared about what it was he was drinking. The son of Hebe didn't normally get himself roped into parties like this but the allure of something to drink and lose himself was a bit too much to give up. He sat down and looked around before he sighed and attempted to be friendly. Normally burdened by the passage of time and pretty much an asshole to everyone, under the loosening of the divinely crafted liquor he thought better of it.

"You want a sip? It's pretty strong." One of the perks of being perpetually young, his tolerance for alcohol never increased. He was still a lightweight.

[ofgxdsandmen]

Another day another party thrown by a Dionysus son. Truth be told at this point it was a regular occurance. When Liam had first arrived he thought these parties were something special. While they were definitely nothing like the shit he'd gotten into in L.A, after a while they tended to get a bit mundane. Was repeative chaos even chaos anymore? That being said, his attendence to these parties were rare, but after one of the sons of Dionysus offered to pay him to perform a few songs with some of his brothers, he decided to show up.

It wasn't a long set, but once he'd finished, he decided to mingle a bit. Guitar slung on his back, he slid into the crowd. As a son of Apollo, Liam would admit he wasn't against a good party, being the center of attention was always a plus, but that night he was happy just to try to slink back into the crowd, to enjoy the vibe.

Licking his lips, he eyed the room for something to drink, but insteas made eye contact with someone in the corner. He arched a brow at the offer. "Yeah, watcha got there?" he asked with an easy smile, plucking the drink from the other's hands to examine it.

[vileblccds]

" if you're lookin' for a readin' or a séance, i'm afraid i'm on a bit of a probation at the moment. " it wasn't too often that roman had visitors while he was doing his work in the grove, so it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility that they were seeking services. " 'specially after last time. " a bit of exuberance was a good thing, 'till you had a room full of spirits.

" but if you're lookin' for somethin' else, maybe i can help. " he emerges from the shadowed corner of the room, into the light. "'less you got lost or somethin'."

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[ofgxdsandmen]

With the upcoming call to action, Julian couldn't help but feel a little... curious. He'd done the work, he'd studied, he'd trained his ass off both magically and physically, he knew he was ready. Well... 'knew' might be a strong word. Despite how he performed on the training ground, despite what people said, there was always a voice in the back of his head, a cynical bark that told him he was weak, he was stupid, he wasn't enough. So if he wanted to visit one of the camp's 'mystics' to give him peace of mind, what could it hurt? He sauntered into the grove, eyeing Roman with a curious eye. The son of Zeus was never one to shy away, even if if he was interrupting something or someone. "What happened last time? That sounds... ominous," he asked with a half smirk. He didn't know much about Roman, or his situation. "Dare I ask what your on probation for?"

[shujubeelamoglia]

Isaac Cole Powell

Interview Magazine

Photography by Marco Roman

[divinesons]

Ha! Half-barked, “I knew you were gunning for me.” The vindication that Cross felt bordered on insane, each of those bolts looked like they could’ve knocked him clear out of the sky and probably fully ended the competition for the son of Nike – and yet – he’d been deft enough to mostly avoid them. “You scorched me a few times though.” Not that Cross would’ve admitted that to anyone else, but more than a few feathers had fallen over the battlegrounds today. 

“Yeah, I mean – probably.” Cross sniffed, barely reading it as a dig as he briefly looked away from Julian then over his shoulder – there was always an eye or two on him – but there were just as many on Julian. Probably more. That Zeus-magnetism was fucking insane. At least, that’s what Cross pinned a lot of this fascination on; apart from Julian being objectively hotter than any other demigod here, he was also objectively the most – Cross didn’t really have a vocabulary for it – alluring? Sexy. A perfect ten. The face. The ass. The chest. The arms. The – again – vocab escaped him. But even when Julian was shutting him down, Cross kinda dug it. “You know I hate to see you sulking.” Pissed and annoyed was just a variant of sad and upset, win or lose, he kinda just wanted to make sure Julian was still having a good time. “A face like yours should smile more.” 

Cross grinned, but there wasn’t anything particularly attractive about it – the smile too forced to align with what wasn’t really meant as a joke but came out in that same sort of absent sincerity that the son of Nike generally delivered. 

[ofgxdsandmen]

Julian didn't know if he was annoyed or flattered at the unadulterated pride that seemed to radiate from Cross. On the one hand, it was good to know that the son of Nike actually knew what a big deal eluding Julian's strikes the way he had, the fact that he was so happy did rub a little salt in the wound. Was a sore loser? Undoubtedly, but at the end of the day he'd take that loss as lesson. Maybe he had been underestimating the man in front him. "Yeah well, a guy your size has no business being so fucking agile," he begrudgingly nodded, "I didn't know you had it in you, Papa Bear," he quipped, patting at the other's stomach.

"Well don't let me stop you. Your fan club is getting jealous." His gaze followed Cross' as they looked out into the crowd around them. At that point, he was used to the stares, the hidden glances. Being one of two sons of Zeus on the island, his presence anywhere was also something of note. Still, while eyes were constantly on him, he had a tendency to zero in on the people that mattered. As it so happened, at that moment Cross was his focus, the man who proved yet again he was more than just a mound of muscle and wings.

For the longest time, Cross reminded him of home, of his childhood. The epitome of the perfect soldier. At first, it was something he recoiled from, fought against. Over the years, however, that persistence had worn him down a bit. He'd been on enough missions with the guy to know he wasn't what he seemed… or rather, he was more than just that. "I don't sulk, Nate," he was quick to interject. "I brood. There's a difference," he took a sip of his drink, still leaning back against the wall, but adjusting to the closeness. A brow arched, unsure if Cross was hitting on him, or honestly just wanted to make sure he was okay.

"Well I am at a victory party for a team that just beat me. Not much to smile about yet," he pointed out, gaze never leaving Cross'. "Congratulations by the way. You earned the win. But don't get used to it," he added. He was a sore loser, but he wasn't a bad sport.

[mildlyunhinged]

[mystxcmxn]

"you can still order me the shot if you want im not going to deny a pretty boy the chance to celebrate me." The flirting was a little a heavy handed as he looked at him. A few drinks in and he was much more social about meeting people at bars. He took his seat next to the other as they looked eachother the vibes where at least good enough to stick around. "Yeah i just got here a few days ago, coming in and winning the games has been a pretty fucking awesome welcome." He spoke with a laugh. Gael held out his hand for the other shake and smiled "Gael son of the forge." it was still strange to be asked who his dad was everytime he meeet someone but that just seemed to be the normal here. "Let me guess nice hair cute smile from what i can see killer body." he paused "Child of Aphtodite"

[ofgxdsandmen]

One thing about Liam, he would never blame a guy for shooting his shot, corny or not. The fact that the guy in question wasn't exactly hard to look at, and someone he hadn't met before, made it even more intriguing. He let his gaze linger on the other demigod, before glancing back over the bar at the satyr pouring drinks. "Can I get two more shots of…" he took a quick glance at the new demigod, as if contemplating, "…tequila." He decided it was going to be one of those kinds of nights. He owed it to himself after having such a rough couple days. "Wow. Come here and kick our asses your first time out? Looks like you're a natural," he said, taking the shots as they were offered to him. "Cheers to beginner's luck," he teased with a wink, holding his shot glass up to clink with the other's, before downing the shot.

He shook the hand offered, an a half smirk spreading across his lips. "Hephaestus? Guess that means your good with your hands?" he raised a suggestive brow, his smile only widening. "I'm Liam," he had to chuckle at the guess, albeit wrong, he couldn't help but be a little flattered. He brought a thumb up to dab at the drop of tequila against the corner of his lip as he shook his head. "Close. Apollo." I mean, he liked to think his father was the pretty boy of Olympus. "But I'll take the compliment."

[divinesons]

@ofgxdsandmen event: the thalassa games

Cross could fucking nut at the thought of the Nike cabin winning over both the Zeus and Poseidon cabins. Big three his big fucking dick. They’d shown out though and Cross would be lying if he said he hadn’t had both eyes on at least one of those Kingly sons the entire time that shit hadn’t been going down. Distracting – Nathaniel had almost fucked up – almost. Obviously. He had a lot of reason to keep his head in the game beyond the fact that he had such a clear love for it; his father had driven it into him overtime that a man had to act a certain way to be even called a man. 

Rattling around his head, even in Victory, the shadow that was cast hung over each achievement. Would the old man be proud? Well, Cross had turned out just like him – so doubtful. Just fucking win, Nate.  Don’t start fucking crying, Nate. Don’t be a bitch, Nate. What Nate, are you fucking stupid? 

And win he sure as shit did. But it cost him nothing to give out props and there was a part of him – on some level – that for whatever reason wanted to stroke the ego of someone who was far more than just competition. Cross couldn’t even call Julian a conquest because the son of Zeus fucking refused to give it up, so why was he bothering? Who could say, that was way over his head. 

“You almost clutched that for the Blue,” Cross praised, arm moving to rest on the rough side of the cliff face over Julian’s head as he made what probably looked like a standard move on his part. Taking a swig of a bottle loosely held between his fingers, “all that–” Cross’s brow furrowed a bit as he moved his hand a bit in some shitty imitation of what might be a sorcerer casting, adding a few crackling sound effects, “cool as fuck.”

[ofgxdsandmen]

Mortified. Julian Spector hated losing, a trait passed down from not only his biological father, but his human one as well. He was raised to win. Spectors didn't lose. Sons of Zeus didn't lose, they thrived, they excelled. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't given his all. Every trick in his arsenal had gone into those games, yet he found himself still falling short, even if it was just by a hair. It would have been less painful if he hadn't had the win in his grasp. If the team had gelled a little bit better. The thing with having so many big three demigods together was that everyone wanted to take charge, so many 'natural born leaders' that nobody wanted to fall in line. Least of all Julian.

What was worse was that he had to lose to fucking Cross. The way the guy went actual crazy on the field when he won made it even worse. Gods… the dread of knowing that the son of Nike will be walking around the island like he owns the place for the next month. Granted, the part that pissed him off the most was that the guy actually earned that win. Of course Julian had an eye on him throughout the games… granted he was hard to miss. Everyone noticed the big beefy archangel looking mother fucker striking down every competitor that stepped up to him. It would have actually been hot if it had been anyone else. Anyone else. With Cross it was just… frustrating.

And maybe a little sexy.

Nursing his own beer, he found himself tensing as the son of Nike strutted over. He didn't move or shift away as the larger man leaned into his space. He rolled his eyes at the hand wave, which he could only take as mocking. "Yeah well, if a certain big bird man would have stopped dodging my lightning bolts, we would be having a very different conversation," he mused dryly, as close as he was willing to get to giving the other man a compliment. "What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be balls deep in some new naive recruit by now?" he quipped with a smirk. "I'm sure you'll have your pick… being a victor and all."

[mystxcmxn]

for @ofgxdsandmen Location idk outside The party had seemd to spread as far as the eye could see. From what Gael had gathered it was a thing that happened thanks to Dio kids. Anytime there was a reason to celebrate it kind of exploded like this. Toss in the fact that they where on the winning team and the party could go on for a couple days if not more. He would have to find some way to set an alarm to sleep. That would be a worry for another day. Right now he let his focus settle on a cute boy in front of him. Shirt undone hair just the perfect bit of mess from the dancing. "So you feel like having a shot with one of the winners?" he asked as he setteld into the space next to him flashing a smile. A bit on the cocky side as he flex the arm sitting on the counter. "Always nice to celebrate a win with a cute guy on your arm."

[ofgxdsandmen]

Liam was never really the competitive type, at least not when it came to sports. The Thalassa games to him was just a fun way to see what the other demigods on the island were capable. As long as he didn't embarrass himself in the archer competition, he wasn't too worried. So while it seemed most of the blue team were in there feelings, Liam was more than happy enjoy the festivities. As far as he was concerned the red team earned their win.

He headed down to the bar area by the beach, clad in nothing but a pair of boardshorts and sunglasses. There might have been a bit of a chill in the air, but the combination of the sunlight and the bodies bumping and grinding against one another, heat wasn't hard to come by. He arched a brow at the man that moved to stand beside him, then offered a smirk. He didn't recognize this one. "Congratulations," he offered, taking that moment to look the guy over a bit more. "I'd offer to buy you a shot but…" he leaned in and whispered, "I'm pretty sure they're all free anyway," he winked. The flex wasn't lost on him, neither was that cocky smile. Tilting his head to the side, he narrowed his eyes, "I dont' think I've seen you around before. Which god do you belong to?"

[joenateuser]

ISAAC POWELL as Lloyd The Moment (2026) dir. Aidan Zamiri

[ofgxdsandmen]

[ josh heuston, homosexual, male & he/him ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is LIAM BANDARA, child of APOLLO. they have walked this earth for 28 YEARS, living in CALIFORNIA, as a MUSICIAN, until they came to the isle of olympus 1 year ago. they will carve their name in myth with their CREATIVE, INSPIRING, IDEALISTISM, but the fates know of their IMPULSIVE, LAZY, SELF-CENTERED TENDENCIES that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod!

name: liam bandara  date of birth: 12/05/1998  age: 28  face claim: josh heustonl  godly parent: apallo  height: 5'10  dominant hand: ambidexterous  education level: high school, some comunity college  occupation: musician

parents: amanda bandara (mother)  siblings: n/a

astrological sign: sagitarius (sun), leo (moon), pisces (ascending)  positive traits: creative, charismatic, open-minded, adaptable  negative traits: impulsive, fickle, lazy, sensitive habits: hums or sings to himself when he's bored, writing lyrics on napkins/spare sheets of paper quirks: has a very short attention span, naturally wakes up when the sun rises, constantly late. pet peeves: people singing off key, being ignored, feeling rushed, unfounded judgements, being forced to follow a strict plan or itenerary. hobbies: surfing, swimming, song writing, guitar playing, bar hopping, clubbing, archery

sexual orientation: bisexual.  preference: versatile, switch. he's all about the vibes.  love language: acts of service + physical touch relationships: a self proclaimed playboy, very rarely allows himself to get romantically attatched to anyone. Tries to keep things casual, because he knows when he does let him get attatched, he's all in. Will not be the one to fall first, but will be the one to fall harder.

background: tbd.

[ofgxdsandmen]

[ isaac powell, homosexual, male & he/him ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is JULIAN SPECTOR, child of ZEUS. they have walked this earth for 30 YEARS, living in BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTES , as an INFLUENCER, until they came to the isle of olympus 2 years ago. they will carve their name in myth with their INTELLIGENT, CHARISMATIC, TENACIOUS, but the fates know of their STUBBORN, MANIPULATIVE, TEMPERAMENTAL that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod!

name: julian spector  date of birth: 7/24/1995  age: 30  face claim: isaac powell  godly parent: zeus  height: 6'1  dominant hand: right  education level: ba  occupation: influencer

parents: donovan spector (step-father), jessica spector (mother)  siblings: christian spector (half-brother)

astrological sign: leo (sun), leo (moon), libra (ascending)  positive traits: driven, charismatic, tenacious, loyal  negative traits: proud, competitive, insecure, temperamental  habits: interupting people when they talk, fixing people's appearence (straightening collars, brushing off lint, smoothing wrinkles etc.) quirks: is an insatiable gossip, loves to talk about other people's business but hates talking about his own.  pet peeves: being told he's isn't capable of something, losing, slow walkers and slow talkers, giving up hobbies: yoga, cooking, swimming, running, photo editing, video editing

sexual orientation: homosexual.  preference: versatile-bottom, switch-dom. just depends on the vibe and who he's with.  love language: words of affirmation + physical touch relationships: he tends to be a serial dater, but is constantly in relationships. unlike his father, he is incredibly loyal, but extremely picky.

background: tbd.