𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕. @seaspraycd - Tumblr Blog

mason gooding, bisexual, cismale + he+his, class mage «—◦—→ well met, ronan harris! the godling born child of poseidon. it’s been 28 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with his practicality, courage, and observational skills? or will their fickleness, emotionally-distanced tendencies, or indecision hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

born at marine core base hawaii to commander wilson harris and leila harris, the middle child to the navy couple who often moved every few years as wilson's station rose. ever since ronan could remember, he was obsessed with fish of all shapes and sizes. ronan was often rewarded with books or trips to the aquarium where he would be mesmerized by how beautiful, curious, and whimsical the different types of fish were and the other aquatic friends who lived there. growing up, they moved to okinawa, italy, greece, and korea sticking with the other navy brats as they were quickly forced to learn enough to survive. this forced ronan from a young age to learn language and he was a polyglot by the time he was eight, having japanese, korean, and english conversationally under his belt. greek and italian came a little bit later. ronan hadn't identified his upbringing as traumatic but it sure was tough. there were expectations that just differed from some of the others being the son of a commander and he needed to be immaculate at all times, never embarrassing the unit. luckily for ronan, his elder siblings were pretty radical so it made him look that much more compliant. he tried his best not to make too many waves and focused on schooling, learning, and exploring culture wherever he went. the young boy grew into a teenager and was friendly enough, a bit on the quiet side as he preferred fish to people and loved to sit nestled into a book versus being out in the world. it was at sixteen that his father made it a personal choice to teach his son the value of exercise and lifting weights, something that helped stimulate ro's mind with clarity until this day. at eighteen, he would finally leave for the university of miami to study marine biology. ronan had an incredible four years learning and working with dolphins at the dolphin research center, where he really figured himself out wholly and did far too many things a sheltered boy should've learned during his youth but he was shameless and young. at twenty-two, he found himself tapped on the shoulder to move to alaska to study the reproductive habits of salmon and fishing migration with the university of alaska, where he focused on his research building a small community of others where he played board games with, dabbled in microdosing, participated in the crossfit games, marathoned, broken up with and lived an overall quiet but active life. he loved the quiet but always wished for something a bit more — well, life knocked hard.

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sweatforged

was he not?

then why else did he wander this far from home, silas wondered - curiosity taking over & replacing surprise on calm features. his mind may be running with wild, but he had self-control to keep it within him. it may have faltered recently, but silas was working on resuming as he always had. with structure & determination.

he'd find his zen again once day, but until then he just had to not snap at the next best person giving him the stinkeye. ronan seemed different, though silas wasn't nearly observant enough - when it came to people anyway, to make assumptions as to why.

he held the younger godling's gaze with ease, sat on the ground with his legs crossed & feeling ... home more than he had anywhere in a while. "tend to. why? what's it to ya? lookin' for a trainer to teach ya how to throw proper punches?" head tilted to the side, truthful curiosity on his face still - the other's unhappiness .. lost to him. not in any way malicious, just .. he just didn't see reason for it. unless he missed something.

seaspraycd

the other felt so smug ; sitting casually with a broodish nature as though to mock and demean others for not being automatons wishing to fight or train every goddamn day of the week. " you're really condecensing, did you know that? " ronan pushes back at him, his own powers emerging as sea salt and liquid grew at his fingertips.

" you know what, sure. i've never sparred with anyone yet. but don't you dare go easy on me, because i'm going to show you that not all preparation needs to happen here. "

ronan took a few steps back and placed his backpack and belongings in a place where it shouldn't have gotten in the way before returning about 20 feet from where silas had been standing — ready to unleash a torrent of poseidon's might onto silas, curious if it would be enough to overpower a demigod who seemed so combat heavy.

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sonsofjustice

wolfram wasn't sure how long he was here at the edge of the lake, bored as he watches the glimmering ripples lap against the shore. his fishing rod was propped up, bobber untouched in the water. he knew there were fish here, he'd seen them when he first got here, but strangely enough, none of them bit. no matter the bait, no matter how still and quiet he was.

he's about to resign himself to failure when he spots someone approaching out of the corner of his eye. "if you're here to fish, don't bother." a gentle sigh leaves his lips, shaking his head. "never seen fish so disinterested in bait."

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seaspraycd

Wow, Ronan knew that he could be incredibly serious but as he got closer to the fisherman attempting to use a pole to fish, he realized that perhaps this man had him beat exponentially.

" The fish here aren't stupid. If you want to eat some you're better off with a net or spear fishing. " Ronan offered advice to the man, perhaps to his own detriment expectig the other to bark back that he hadn't asked for it.

" Besides, the smaller fish hang out at the surface. If you want something substainal, you'll want to head further down. I'd say at least 10 meters down. "

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sweatforged

it wasn't the same in silas' favorite place in camp without the warm, gentle light of hestia's son training in a corner not far from his own. it had become this sort of routine over the past weeks. they din't interact, no really, but silas observed & he learnt. gabriel always pushed himself to the limit, always tried to become stronger, better, more resilient ...all to protect the people in camp.

silas didn't blame the godlings who tapped into the heartsong for what they did, no. he blamed them for what they didn't do: acquire necessary intel. no, it wasn't just necessary - it was vital.

he'd avoided this place since the norse gods stormed into town & put it under siege, but after the day they had... he'd missed its comfort. sat on the ground with his axe in his lap & his mind running wild. they still didn't know who all did it, or who had died, too. for all he knew they could've just lost half the camp's population. though he agreed they'd likely have noticed that.

he did find a rather unexpected face roaming the area & the frown on his face couldn't be described as anything but that. "you lost? the lake's down the dirt road an' to the right."

seaspraycd

Wow, Ronan hated that.

The man sucked on his bottom lip in distaste, teeth biting down to ease the swell of his mind that wanted to simply drown the stoic man in a torrent of his words. Taking a moment, Ronan let his gaze meet with Silas' for a moment as he allowed the turbulence to be seen within him as he walked a few steps closer almost in defiance of the other and his alleged claim of the training pit.

" I'm not lost. " Asshole. Ronan wasn't sure why his feelings felt so big in this moment but he couldn't help but want to fight the other with all of his might.

He took a breath knowing he wasn't feeling like his normal self while Ronan exhaled to ease the roaring seas of his emotions.

" Are you helping others train or something? I didn't think there was a sign-up sheet. "

He hadn't seen Silas fight since the quest with the lions, perhaps this might be a good opportunity to see how they've both growin in their divinity. Ronan wasn't one to ask for a fight, but since the loss of Gabe, something in him felt called to practice more instead of solely using his abilities like an experiment of growth.

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coldheartxd

the lake was the last place they’d been together.

he remembered the day with a haunting clarity: the glittering lake under the ripple of summer heat, the swaying trees through a fresh breeze, the water droplets on the back of gabriel’s hands as he helped undo the clasps of lars’ armor leather.

he didn’t know what called him to wade into the water, but lars was already knees deep by the time he realized it. and he was cold, cold, cold down to his bones. the chill suffused everywhere, like winter rot, growing only stronger by the minute. again, that feeling of never being able to find warmth returned. intensified.

the ice spread in a crawl, faintly misting over the grey waters of the lake at first before a second wave crystallized it. then a third swept over in a blue miasma, chilling everything within a radius around him. he let out a gasp. but he didn’t hold back. if the world froze over, then so be it. lars’ skin steamed as his magic rippled out, causing all underwater plants and creatures to freeze.

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seaspraycd

' Ronan, the lake is freezing. '

One of the nearby fishes that the son of Poseidon had finally befriended swam down to him in a hurry, the lake had been her home for years and she knew better that this time of year was not accustomed to a cold snap.

" What? " Ronan was taken aback, this couldn't have been another invasion, could it? His only saving grace was that he had slept in his bed that night, if not, he might've missed it in its entirity. With immense speed, the man raced to the surface only to see a thick layer of ice sealing them shut while the ice continued to trickle itself down centimeter by centimeter.

Ronan made haste, swimming the perimeter to find its source until he spotted a figure near the shore where the cabins were location. The man slammed at the ice, attempting to get the attention of the other quickly so that he would stop, but also ready to simply attack him if he needed to with the full force of the seas to get him to stop.

He didn't seem like an intruder but Ronan also couldn't tell through the icy fog on who was the culprit.

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roguelunatiic

just two guys, having a totally normal conversation. "right." third time. "yeah."

simon sighed. "I mean, not as close as some, I guess. but he put effort in. he was there, when we got raided. he made me fucking waffles, for no fucking reason." simon knew the reason. he just didn't feel worthy enough to say it out loud. "he was...nice. seemed like a good guy. and that's why I got so pissed off." to say simon made the sandwich disappear would draw more attention to it than the act actually garnered. it was in his hand, and then it wasn't. "guy seemed...not gullible. maybe taken advantage of, a little bit." he sniffed. "that's what set me off. a good one, got got."

at that point, he'd run out of words.

seaspraycd

ronan nodded ; there wasn't much else to do as the silence grew for a moment between the two budding seedlings growing upwards in their power as the reality of camp settling in. they might not make it to the end, in fact, they probably wouldn't but those who did survive would have to endure and continue on for the sake of the world.

" i'm not good at this small talk but, all we can do is honor him, right? i'd hope that for any of us if we end up with the same fate."

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duckandash

If this was a cartoon, there would've been a comedic sound of tires screeching as Ronan asked that question and made that remark. Unfortunately, this was real life and Axel instead had to stumble through his words to try and save some kind of face after being read so casually and severely.

"I, ah." Not a good start. So he huffed and let his shoulders slump and gave a tired chuckle. "No, not usually. But everyone around here's all angry and suspicious and shit of a new guy showing up after whatever happened the other night. So I've been trying to be extra cheery just to make myself extra palpable. Or something."

seaspraycd

It would be a lie if Ronan didn't always emit an aura of truth-seeking and radical honesty wherever he went. His eyes pierced through the gaze of pleasantries and his words followed, casually waiting the other's response without malice in his tone , simply curiosity.

" Ah, I see. " Ronan gave the other a little space as he deciphered and understood what the other was saying. " Well, please don't be that way with me. " He only ever acted exactly a single way, no games or manipulation when it came to the son of Poseidon. " I'd much rather you just be yourself with whatever that means or looks like. "

With a final smile to seal the deal, Ronan extended a handshake firmly and with intent as his father taught him decades ago. " I'm Ronan Harris. Son of Poseidon. "

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mystxcmxn

he couldn't help but roll his eyes as he looked at the other, "Im not working angle you are the only person I know from before and yes i was a little shit that liked to play practical jokes but this a genuine offer"

He found as he looked at him "I know you aren't stupid Ro," He looked at him for a second, "I am inviting you to stay the night in my cabin Ronan." He told him while he held out his hand, "Come on I'm not taking no for an answer"

seaspraycd

Despite knowing Rio since his youth, Ronan simply did not trust him and for good reason to. He lacked care ; Rio was sloppy, unmotivated, and used his conventional attraction to meander through life. It was true back then, seems to still be true now.

" Thank you so much, Rio. " The son of Poseidon moved in, both hands against the smaller man's frame as he gave the other's chest a dismissive pat. " I'd much rather be in the lake, I promise you that but I appreciate the sentiment, okay? "

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cygnusremes

Location: The Lake Tag: @seaspraycd

Although he preferred his domain of the forest, the lake was also a great place to unwind as well. It was the closest thing he get to having a beach day; which he technically could but recent events otherwise told him to stay close to camp until the trauma was mostly decompressed.

He made his way to the water's edge, dressed in a open mesh silver shirt and a pair of silver swim briefs. Before discarding his shirt, upon the shore, he decided to dip his foot into the water first just to test the temperature. Then he...could have sworn he heard a splash...his eyes darted out to the lake and...nothing but ripples. Maybe it was a fish that jumped out or something.

"Down to the sea we go, down to the world belo-..." he started to sing to himself, taking a few more steps into the lake. He stopped and definitely heard another splash. His brows raised staring outward...though his sense told him to look over to his left a couple more yards out and he actually jumped to see the head of Poseidon's son peeking out from beneath the surface.

"You really should announce yourself," he says, furrowing his brow. "...Good to see you though and that you're alright? Was starting to think you were just an Urban Legend in the camp."

seaspraycd

ronan spent most of his time in the lake, he often didn't need to deal with the surface dwellers because he immediately plunged deep enough to where most dezidens of camp weren't interested in being. he had begun growing algae to help introduce a new species into the lake once they was enough for them to mate and grow their population. the fish were finally starting to turn around, ronan's perserverence and decidingly annoying persistence had them realize that he wasn't heading anywhere unless he was killed.

finishing up his propagation of the seaweed, the son of poseidon headed back to the surface in his board shorts until he emerged while hearing what sounded like singing.

" what did i do? " ronan asked confused, eyes narrowing in on the other as he jettisoned himself out of the lake and quickly to the shore so he could place his tools back in its pouch. thanks to his own godly domain, ronan's speed while in or above the water was insane.

ronan finished tinkering before he turned on, his body still dripping with fresh water as he headed back towards the lake. " you're so funny, davon. of course, it's me. there's only like three black demigods here. you, me, and the aphrodite dude. i just like to keep to myself is all. "

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[ @godling-jesse ] ronan would never consider himself too proud to ask for help ; that wasn't an issue for someone who thought he hadn't an ego. the son of poseidon's issue is that he felt a burden to others and he focused on hyper individualization to his own detriment.

so, when he found the son of apollo and the man cleared his throat as a way to greet the man of warmth and golden rays, ronan didn't waste anymore time on greetings or unnecessary pleasantries.

" jesse, i need help. "

oh ronan, perhaps one day he would learn.

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roguelunatiic

the offering was held up in salute, in thanks, before simon ripped into it. not quite voraciously, but damn near. food had to disappear fast, before someone else saw you had it, and figured a fight was worth the shot to take it. he looks only marginally better afterwards, just one of the many gnawing sensations coiling in him abating.

"right." so ronan was busy. "that's cool." or something like that. head bobbing, until he had to pause, "no, I mean. you look fine. great, or whatever." immaculate, probably. untouched. "I just meant..."

he's gonna have to say it.

"with what happened." probably not enough. "with gabe."

seaspraycd

" oh, uhhh. right. " ronan feels like an absolute idiot in this moment, the disconnect starkly showcasing itself as he had been thinking about gabe since finding out but still unable to put the two together.

" i wasn't very close to him, but he did help me make fish once. he was really nice and had the cutest hair. " it didn't feel like enough but ronan hadn't much else to say at this point, letting an awkward silence settle as ro finished his sandwich and looked back at simon with a weak smile. " were you close with gabe? "

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wxldhxrt

starter for @seaspraycd

When it seemed he wasn't the only one apparently looking for information on Fenrir, Greyson's patience seemed to grow thinner than it already was. Research wasn't his strongest suit, not unless he'd been cramming for a test in college and even then he was surprised he'd made it sometimes. Either he was looking in the wrong places or at the wrong things because nothing seemed to be turning up the answers he was looking for.

How to kill Arlan.

"What's your interest in this stuff?" He questioned Ronan with an almost suspicious look in his eyes. How many people knew? Was Ender just telling everyone now? Was it some point of pride and everyone needed to know who was the apparent alpha demigod?

seaspraycd

" none. " ronan answered honestly to the son of pan. they had been friendly and familiar that he didn't read the question as anything as innocent, the suspicion in the other's eyes something ro ignored entirely.

" kieran asked me to look up werewolf stuff, so i'm doing it begrudgingly. " the man grabbed at another book, eyes towards the index as he looked for synonyms to lycanthropy to see if this book was worth pursuing. after a second of deciding it wouldn't be, the man put it back on the shelf and grabbed at another book that might hold the answers.

" why, am i missing something? " he asks with genuine interest, looking over at greyson curiously. ronan often operated knowing he was missing something but he took the time to ask because this one seemed like it matter more than usual.

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roguelunatiic

a sandwich.

simon looked down at it. reached out. wrapped fingers around it, if it was offered.

"yeah." food. important, required, was hard to get, before. "should probably eat." since he'd been up before dawn, and haunting the grounds like a living specter, or some stone-faced urban legend.

simon sniffed.

"sorry I didn't make it to the lake, this morning." his mouth pushed to the side, and he looked away. unable to maintain the look of one unaffected, or at least not as easily as he did at the start. "some shit was going on."

understatement. intentional, but he had a sandwich.

if ronan gave it to him.

"you good?"

seaspraycd

ronan took a big bite out of his sandwich chewing mercilessly and unapologetically using it as fuel for the day. there were no pleasantries necessary when dealing with ronan, he only ever acted the way he was programmed to. as the man grabbed the sandwich, the son of poseidon hated that he often thought how horrible all of the other demigods looked. growing up, being pristine at all costs was ingrainted within him and so he always did his best to look presentable no matter what it took. at a glance, it made ronan feel physically ill to see someone so worse for wear.

" not a big deal, i forgot to show up too. " there was too much going on. " why, do i look unwell? " he asked, quickly looking down at himself to ensure he was nothing but presentable.

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raging-ale

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getting permission from atticus and oliver - he was told to make sure to keep his phone on him the whole time. he promised he would, told them where he was going to go as he just wanted to get out of the cabin, having people coming in and out at all times, he needed some time to just breathe in the air around him. making his way out of the cabin, hoodie over him to cover up the new scars that he's gotten, a slice to the throat and a few new stab wounds, along with the dark mark that was over his heart that he can't stop ghosting his fingers over - wondering what was truly taken from him.

walking out to the lake, he sat right on the edge, shoes off as he looked out at the calming waters that rippled near him. taking in a deep breath, he brought his knees up onto his chest and just took the peaceful sounds around him. he wishes he was able to help repair, take care of those hurt, but he was in now state of doing so. the images of those slicing into him, killing him, the blood spilling out down from his throat - his life fading - he was happy to be alive even if he was upset that if he had not done such a stupid choice he would not have lost his life, but he had to live with that now.

seaspraycd

ronan had been talking with a lake nymph about some of the nuances of lake magic and if there was a way we could expand the lake even further with their combined strength. he hadn' tnoticed the other at first, thinking it was some random denizen at camp until he could feel something pulling him towards the other. ro dismissed the other, a warm smile as he headed over until he realized it was alejandro.

" oh, you're alive. " ronan hadn't heard anything and let out his first thought without his usual filter. instead of an attempt to correct his vile truth serum he decided to wade in the comforting silence.

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mystxcmxn

Rio didn't care that other was snippy with him since he had just lost his house in a fight. "It's nice to see you too Ronan I missed you so much and I'm having a great night as well." He had a sarcastic smile on his face as he looked at the Son of Posideon. Knowing that the other was probably not going to like the joking of the other so he cut through the fluff of the conversation. "I don't use my cabin at night ever so you would have it all to your self and I don't go to till after the sun comes up." He looked at him with a smile "If you would like to sleep in a bed and not at the bottom of a lake I can give you a key to my cabin." He wasn't sure if the invasion would be taken at face value his relationship with the other had always been on shaky ground.

seaspraycd

" what's your angle, rio? " ronan asks, knowing that rio was shifty at best and diabolical at usual and he didn't trust the man with his kind gesture one freaking bit.

" also, don't lie to me to my face. i'm autistic, not stupid. " ronan's alarms were blaring and he was tired of these fucking people messing with him for their own damn whims or games.

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lucklex-deactivated20240517

❝ horrendous ... yeah that's a pretty accurate word for all this. ❞ the dancer couldn't help but agree. ❝ but I've seen worse I suppose. ❞ that was a bold-faced lie, this was literally a pre-cursor to armageddon for them, but lexi had seen everyone basically staying & tending to the broken & destroyed so they didn't want to vocally announce their disdain and uncertainty, instead just watching from the sidelines for the most part of it all. sitting with a chicken salad of sorts, lexi turns to see who the talking stranger was: he gave off hot nerd vibes, model face with scientist vibes. maybe they'd treat him like a person instead of some walking object, so lexi decides to pursue some more conversation. ❝ you don't look on the mend: take it you made it out without any scars or ... dying ? ❞ the dallas native was still trying to wrap their head around that aspect.

seaspraycd

ronan nearly choked on his acai bowl. " worse? i doubt it, but i will let you be judge of that when you see a little bit more. " the other kept a strong pokerface, the son of poseidon wasn't expecting to feel a coldness from the other that felt strangely comforting. he hated people where he had to feel their energy riling him up into a hurricane of emotions and something felt subdued or settled with the man in front of him. only time would tell if that was actually the case.

" almost death isn't something that showcases itself the same in everyone, but it's certain that it's a possibility for everyone in this camp. even you . " he wasn't trying to scare, just be transparent to someone who deserved it before buying in fully.

" i'm ronan, ronan harris, by the way. son of poseidon. "

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