#ofthelandherises

[asher-isontime]

“You know, I’m not sure if your mom is in it for the irony or what, but why the hell would the son of Demeter’s trial be in Egypt of all places?” he asked, sauntering into Jasper’s room, Asher took residence on the foot of his bed and sprawled out like a house cat, eyeing the demigod of agriculture with interest. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, I just figured it’d be like, in a rain-forest or a cornfield, you know?” He offered a half shrug, “How are you, Jas? You shitting yourself?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye as he smirked. Gods knew when Asher did his trial, he would be terrified too.

@ofthelandherises​

[healedserpent]

It’s his own little hell, dragging his feet to the Demeter cabin. Memories plagued him and intermingled with the loss of his patients, all screaming ‘failure’ at the doctor. He knew he screwed up, took a wrong turn back in the crypt, but he barely had time to rectify it before Astraea lashed out to the group and ultimately focused on him. Julian’s lungs ached, taking slow and shallow breaths to work around the memory of Astraea’s blade thrusted into his chest. 

By the time he arrived to the door, his knees trembled and his eyes were lost, unfocused. He didn’t trust his voice but he had to say something. Julian knocked on the door and rushed a hand through his blond locks, focusing on the touch rather than the memories gradually drowning him. “Jasper,” he called out, voice slightly wavered, rasped. “Are you there?”

@ofthelandherises​

[hqgodspeed]

Endeared and curious by the moving brooch, Jasper decided to attune with it, wondering if this was just a creature of some sort or if it had some hidden magical property with its chittering. [ JASPER ATTUNES WITH THE CURSED BEETLE BROOCH ]

you examine this strange item closely, trying to understand its function and the nature of its awful sounds. your curiosity leads you to attach the brooch to your shirt. once you feel like you’re finally breaking through this cursed item, you hear the chatters louder in your eardrums, as if the insects are in your head. the white noise becomes overwhelmingly loud, sounding like an entirely new language in your head now. they speak to you, a voice of one piercing the static noise: “WE DESIRE FLESH. WE MUST EAT.”

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌.

[phillipbrx]

@ofthelandherises

Lip looked nervous when he walked around the Pegasi stables, trying to catch a glimpse of the mystical creatures roaming free in the meadow behind the stables. He had so many placed to explore and things to see, but when he heard pegasi were real he immediately knew it was one of the first places he needed to visit. It’s with his hands buried in the back pockets of his jeans that he got closer to the field where the pegasi were just --- living.

‘‘fuck,’‘ he audibly gasped.

‘‘can you get used to a view like this?’‘ Lip questioned Jasper when he noticed the other demigods, walking closer to the wood fence where he finally rested his arms to admire the animals. 

[sunraycorey]

E, P, & Z

Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

Those would be Corey’s neck, thighs, and lips. Can’t ignore a good kiss, even the teasing kind just grazing the corner of his mouth. Touches to his lower back and hands are nice too. (general 100/100)

Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)

This is another kink Corey is generally neutral about. He wouldn’t mind trying it out and can definitely see the appeal. (60/100)

Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

Corey loves marking; hickies and bruises, unfortunately a demigods healing ability cuts the enjoyment of such ‘injuries’ in half. It’s nice to feel sore the next day, or three...

[nightlyarrows]

     ❝  nature surrounds BOTH of them and it’s something they give themselves up to. being REJECTED isn’t a new concept for either of them. being good ENOUGH is something they have to constantly question. yet having someone who UNDERSTANDS may hopefully be enough fuel to keep going, to keep TRYING.  ❞     /     JAPSER ( @ofthelandherises ) & TRISTAN

[lelandwindsor-blog]

he gets to him. the wind pushes him forward.

then it’s searing pain and darkness, the light fading from the edges of his vision until it’s nothing more than a blank sheet of nothingness.

nothing. nothing. nothing.

a heartbeat.

he a gasp of air.

pain from head to toe, a burning sensation on his back. lip and jasper hovering above him. water and earth, vines pushing life back into him. hands shoot up and grasp for the closest thing to him—jasper—he tries to speak but can’t, his voice lost in a choked sob of agony; broken.

@ofthelandherises.

[healingdemigod]

ofthelandherises

Jackson felt like he’d been hiding for a week or so since the trial, the weight of the entire thing pressing down on him like he couldn’t breath. Jackson had to pull himself out of that state, to drag himself out of whatever wallowing he’d been doing. Still, it was a strange place to find himself, sitting on Jasper's front step with a bottle of ambrosia next to him.  The curly haired healer leaning back on his elbows as he as he looked up at the night sky, admiring those stars that seemed so foreign for the boy from Seattle.

His ears peaked as he heard the door open and his head tilted back to peer up at the owner of it with a little grin.

“Hi.”