drops of jupiter

[wrthfulrainbows]

( emilio sakraya, gay, cis male, tbd) «—◦—→ well met, ALEXI TAHIS MORGENSTERN ! the divine born child of IRIS. your name sings in our ears! it’s been 29 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. before they answered the song, they were UNEMPLOYED and were living in HARLAN, KENTUCKY. history and myth will remember them for their RESOURCEFUL, ADAPTABLE, DEXTEROUS  but will also magnify their VINDICTIVE, IRRITABLE, & DISTRUSTFUL  if it causes them to falter. now it is time for the world to sing their name with them.

A smack, mountains of empty beer bottles, and smoke that did not seem to ever dissipate. That's all you can remember from your childhood. From the moment you could produce a thought you've been working, involved in every brainless scheme your parents cooked up. It's how you guys got by, pretending, lying, stealing, doing everything in your power to stay afloat except the moral thing. You had never questioned your status quo, you just knew that you would never stay in one place long enough to make any friends, put down roots, and every memory you did have was either in the back of car, or something you'd rather just forget.

When you were little it was easy to fool people, to trick them into lowering their guard so your parents could swoop in and reap the benefits. You'd think that would mean a nice meal, and a warm bed, but their vices were far stronger than any urge to be a decent parent. When you asked questions or spoke out of turn all you remember were hands flying, and a sudden sharp pain somewhere on your body. It was never the same spot, was it? You quickly learned to not question the motives, to simply bury the feelings with whatever thing was near.

You broke into places, got into fights, learned every trick of the trade, and sometimes it worked. Your parents plans would end up being fruitful, but those were rare times as most times you'd always have to be their scapegoat, the one to take the fall for their actions, and as you grew older it became increasingly difficult to be let off the hook just cause you were a kid. Then one time you were too old for that treatment, and you were sent to Juvi, and your parents never came, they never once showed up or even tried to get you out. The day came when you were released back into the world and you thought they might try something different, get jobs, live a normal life.

You were sorely mistaken as they went back to the same old thing, and they didn't care or even ask if you were okay, let alone hungry. They just did as they always did, they used you for their gain and when something went awry, you were there to be the throwaway piece. So you learned to not trust, to never let anybody get to close, and you got angrier, angry at the world, at your parents, at the very fact that your existence was tied to...this.

So you plotted your revenge, a scheme that went south for them, and you handed over your parents to the authorities, so you could be free of them. They spat and cursed at your name once they had realized, and suddenly you were all alone again. Animals had been a form of comfort and succor for you, they were never ill intentioned they just were, and you loved to take care of these creatures in the world.

Due to your past actions life didn't get any better even with your parents behind bars. You'd grown a reputation, and with no education or any kind of support you were left on the street. Hunger forced you back into the lifestyle you swore to not return to, but desperate times as they say. Tahis why didn't you fight back when the fists came hurling towards you, you were just a hungry kid, but you took every beating that came your way as if you thought you deserved it.

Life seemed bleak, and it was for you. Until the day you were approached in an alley, brought in to take part in some experiment, and you agreed. The promise of food and a warm bed were enough to convince you, but the first problem was that you had to die, but you didn't care. No one would ever miss Alexi Morgernstern. Congratulations you survived, and now you became something more than human Tahis, with a power set "fitting" that fiery attitude. Who knew Harlan would have more than one demigod

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for @wrthfulrainbows

There hadn't really been anything to do since they got back from new york. Skylar had no idea if it was due to the fact that the universe was giving them a break since all the strange dreams people seemed to be having or B team was being sent out. Either was he bored from the break it had given them. One could only swim so many laps in the same lake before it became boring.

Still he couldn't stay away from the water. Aimlessly looking out over the leak pulling the water into various shapes treating the bubbles like clouds. "If you came for a swim the water is nice and the souls in the lake don't really bug you so you don't have to worry about them"

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˙ ˖ ✶ Sky

Tahis tended to wander aimless, probably a habit that stuck when he wandered the streets of Harlan. This felt nothing like back home, the cabins so close together, and so many things to do in such a confined space and for it to all be free was jarring. He'd expect something to burst his bubble at any give moment. Standing near the shore of the lake, he looked at the push and pull of the water, his eyes darkening as he took a few steps back.

"Can't swim," he shrugged as he just sat on the border, watching Skylar. "Souls? That sounds kinda slimey, like there's ectoplasm in the water,"

[stanistrack]

OPEN!

location: training grounds

it's not the first time he's been here since moros, but it still feels somewhat new. he can feel the difference in his own vital force, not weak, not wounded (he has had one too many healers looking at him to be assured of it) but weaker, still.

his strength, his powers responds the same way though. the grave song ringing in his veins as clear as ever. he reaches into his pocket, throwing up a coin as usual, briefly meeting nyron's eyes in the distance. his silence is bothersome, even more than the physical reminders of what it took to keep moros with them.

he grunts, enchating the coin and tossing it through the air, gold coats his fingertips like it always had the soot covering his hands spreading further. satisfied with the necrotic energy he can feel spreading from the coin to the dummy, he brings out more. sending a few flying through the air, then stilling and dropping to the ground as someone crosses their path.

"sorry, i thought i was alone." he summons them back to his hand, a grin in his lips, "at least you can see i'm not any rusty after last quest." he would rather people not start doubting or fussing over him because of what happened.

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˙ ˖ ✶ Stanis

Tahis had been itching to go on a quest for some time now, and after the ordeals he went through and seeing just how easily they could lose was something. But that wasn't the thing that had shaken his morale. It was the titaness pointing out a loved one or even multiple, people they could lose at any given moment with the snap of a finger. Except for him. He had nothing, and from his recent experiences at camp, he figured if he had been the one to stay behind and take the punishment, would anyone even try to stop him.

He was plagued with too many what ifs, with emotions he's never had to deal with before, and the urge to just punch it out was much too strong. The pull to release that pent up energy and drown out everything else in the training ground was just something he would have to get used to.

"It's fine, you can pretend I'm not here," he mumbled, going back to punching a training dummy with his fists until his knuckles were whit and bloodied. The sharp pain came with a swift numbness after, and anything felt better than staying inside his own head right now.

[scalesworn]

open to all location: the lake notes: a few days post moros quest, cian's just been home and resting after it, so this is his first time out since

it  had  been  days  since  he’d  woken,  days  of  drifting  in  and  out,  letting  exhaustion  pin  him  to  his  bed.  the  healers  had  done  what  they  could—enough  that  the  bruises  weren’t  blooming  so  dark  anymore,  enough  that  the  worst  of  the  cuts  had  closed—but  the  ache  was  still  there,  deep  in  his  bones,  in  the  heaviness  behind  his  ribs.  the  memory  of  it  clung  too:  the  stillness,  the  absence,  the  truth  of  having  been  gone.

by  the  time  he  felt  strong  enough  to  step  outside,  camp  was  already  alive  with  the  noise  of  training,  of  laughter,  of  life  carrying  on.  he  didn’t  linger  in  it.  instead,  cian  made  his  way  down  to  the  lake,  boots  scuffing  softly  against  the  path  until  he  reached  the  edge.  there  he  lowered  himself  to  the  ground,  knees  drawn  up,  arms  looped  loosely  around  them.  the  water  moved  in  restless  waves,  catching  the  light,  shifting  and  shifting  again.

he  let  himself  watch  in  silence,  chest  tight  with  the  weight  of  what  he  couldn’t  put  into  words—that  he’d  died,  that  he’d  come  back,  that  even  now  his  heart  carried  the  mark  of  it.  the  quiet  pressed  in,  softer  than  the  chaos,  and  for  once  he  didn’t  try  to  fill  it.  he  only  breathed,  and  stared  out  at  the  water,  every  line  of  him  saying  he  wanted  to  be  left  alone—though  underneath,  some  part  of  him  waited,  hoped,  that  someone  might  not  listen.

footsteps  on  the  path  behind  him  pulled  him  from  his  thoughts,  soft  against  the  earth,  carrying  the  shape  of  someone  drawing  near.  cian’s  shoulders  tensed  before  he  could  help  it,  and  he  dragged  in  a  slow  breath,  scrubbing  at  his  face  with  the  heel  of  his  hand.  when  he  turned  his  head,  it  was  with  an  attempt  at  a  small,  tired  smile—thin,  wavering,  but  enough  to  meet  whoever  had  found  him  there.  “hey.”

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˙ ˖ ✶ Cian

His days had been filled with nothing but training, countless hours of nothing more than honing his skills for combat. Powers he'd never thought of having now in full use day in and day out, exhausting himself until he was fully spent. Achilles was not a half hearted trainer. He had never felt this sore in his life.

Tahis had promised Bear he'd go check on Cian, doing something nice for a change of pace. He'd kept his distance from the other demigods, not really wishing to engage in any banter.

He was not good at this, caring about other people, other than Samson and now Bear. But he felt for the guy, dying like that and still having the scars to prove it. Going out of his comfort zone for others was not something he ever saw himself doing regularly.

"Sup," tahis said as he stepped into his field of view, staying away from the water because he didn't know how to swim. "I know you don't know me but...I'm here to like check on you or whatever. How are you?" he mentioned.

Coming closer, he didn't really know how to make the awkward air between them dissipate. He simply kissed the top of his head, and didn't know what else to do. "Someone told me, kissing the top of someone's head makes them feel better,"

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PROMPT 5: YOUR HEARTSONG, MANIFESTED., WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE WHEN YOU WIELD YOUR POWER?

this is simple enough! write, show visuals, etc. of what it looks like when your demigods tap into their powers. what color show? what does it feel like? i know we've done brief descriptions in posts and in quests, but now is the time to really dig into it and make it feel tangible!

completion of this will grant a 2 GREATER POTIONS OF HEALING & 1 HEROIC INSPIRATION. the inspiration will stay on your sheet until you decide to use it. when completing it, use the hashtag heartsonghq ( prompt 4 )

Obviously as the child of rainbows, his powers would be very colorful. Whenever he wraps his fists or legs with a specific color his iris glows and turns into that color, it also depends on what side of the body he's using. If he's using red on the right and blue on the left each iris will glow that respective color.

When he runs across the battlefield there's a slight shimmer, prismatic and rainbow (duh) in effect.

here's a slight example of the way some of the colors on his fist would manifest.

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PROMPT 4: SIGNATURE SCENT.

scent is one of the most powerful triggers associated with memory and attraction. this prompt is simple. what does your demigod smell like? what is their signature scent? do they have a cologne they often go to or is it more natural? does their scent profile change from season to season or do they stay consistent throughout the year? you can complete this prompt however you feel ( ie: pinterest board, a paragraph, a picture, whatever ).

completion will grant a potion of healing or a potion of restoration.

Tahis doesn't know much about colognes but he's gotten good advice from fellow, demis, satyrs, and nymphs. He's got a few scents that smell like sandalwood, things that remind him of another boy from Harlan.

He's asked for help from the demis who live a more luxurious lifestyle and taken whatever it was they offered him. So far he thinks he's smelled pretty good.

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PROMPT 3: 30 DAYS LATER.,

as we close in on our one month, this prompt is a pretty simple one. write about your character's experience at camp so far. this can be things that you have headcanoned with other characters, their experiences on quests, etc. whatever they've gone through to where they're at now. there's no minimum or maximum word count. go crazy! do you!

if you complete this you'll get a mystery potion and some gold!

Life at camp has been pretty easy, he's spent most of his time with the two demigods he's closest two, and the addition of Leo. Training is one of his favorite things, getting to be creative with his new powers and seeing just how fast he can truly be is something he's never thought of. With these powers he would've been a much better thief back home, or maybe even stopped his parents from doing anything stupid.

You can find him in the dining hall, stealing baskets of Ziggy's cookies and sometimes returning them when he feels bad others might not get the chance to eat them. Always a plate in his hands as using his speed burns far too many calories so he's always eating something to replenish himself.

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PROMP 2: THESE FOUR WALLS.,

after their ambrosia unlocking the rest of their heart song, the cabins have adjusted to look more spacious on the inside. they’re more like luxury cabins now with things that pertain to their godly parent. of course, they’re able to get things updated or modified to their liking. they won’t be mansions, but they can still be special.

for this prompt, describe or create a vision board of the aesthetics of the cabin. what might they have or have changed? how do they feel about their new home?

Tahis keeps his cabin pretty bare bones, he didn't really grow up with much so just having a bed is a luxury to him. He's added a few posters around his room, one of the digidestined cause he thought it would be fitting given their colors. There's a few adornments here and there each in one color of the rainbow, a blue throw pillow, an indigo lamp, something to signify his connection to his mother. There's a mint green record player with a few vynils next to it, a sunflower sitting in a vase cause it reminds him of Samson.

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LOST BOYS

Tahis was unsure of the stability of any of this, at any given point he believed his eyes would open and he'd still be in that street corner all, makeshift bed and tattered clothes, an all too familiar rumbling in his stomach would signal his eternal reality. So far that hadn't happened, food and shelter had been provided for days on end and now he stood there before a woman of ever shifting hair colors. Her features seemed familiar, tantalizing in a way he couldn't describe. This was his mother, a goddess, and his new reality began to sunk in as he took her hand.

Tahis' gaze remained low as he passed the other gods, not wishing to make eye contact with them, a subtle shyness to him that made his mother giggle as they entered the temple. It didn't take long for the chalice to be in his hands, he inspected it like a foreign object, and without thinking he downed he liquid and felt his throat ablaze for a split second before his entire body reverberated with energy, he could see fractals of light, string of every color wrapping around his fingers. He bent the light around him and formed a middle finger out of the rainbow, and behind him what he saw made him blush, his mother had doubled over and she was cackling at his antics.

Somehow, someway, he felt that he belonged here, and as he exited the temple energized and renewed, he made his way to the forge, where a son of apollo and Hephaestus waited for him. "Have you guys ever seen a god, laugh hysterically?"