[daith-lover-amoreux-deactivated]

Daith had decided to have some fun with Mr. Candle. So, after dinner was over, he went next to the lake and let his companion down. It helped that they had wi-fi now as he could look up for new songs. Once he set on one, he gave the other some things to burn at the little fire he had made. “Yeah, buddy. Go ham!” he said. Mr. Candle smiled and began humming the song, as he grabbed papers, wood, coal, and tossed it to the fire, dancing for a little. Daith laughed and began to sing with his companion. “Who set the world on fire? Who set the world on fire? Who set the world on fire? It was me, I set the world on fire!” he laughed out loud when he saw that they had company. “Oh… Hi, Iggy!” he said, waving his hand. He was wearing only pastel-pink dungarees without a shirt, so his nipple-bars shined orange from the fire. Mr. Candle waved his hand at the son of Eros too before tossing more papers to the flames. “We… we are just having some fun… And I needed to think stuff too… not about fires, of course..”

For the most artistic and cute cupid, @blowmcakiss​

[blowmcakiss]

iggy had been out for a stroll - read run - and had stumbled upon quite the interesting show. daith was singing to his possessed candle thing, while letting it literally burn anything it could get it’s little waxy hands on. amused, and perhaps a bit concerned for the camp at large, ignacio had stopped his run-stroll and leaned against the nearest tree. he was successfully hidden until daith turned around to pick up more leaves for the candle demon to burn. “hi,” he simply greeted, one eyebrow perked up on his forehead at the son of aphrodite. “i didn’t know you could sing, daith.” his grin turns into a beam, “and we’ll keep this our little secret.” he waved at mr. candle as if to indicate the pyromaniac levels of destruction. “what’re you thinking about, anyway?” he questioned, crossing his arms over his sweat-glistened hoodie. 

[blowmcakiss]

maximus-bruin‌:

while; it didn’t strike him this heavily until now. Maximus wondered if he was selfish, crying about this sort of stuff. Asking Iggy to come see him in the middle of the night. Leaning into the other, the young man trembled as he cried harder, teardrops falling onto his lap.

After a moment of just heavy sobs, Maximus breathed slowly, feeling the cold air rush through his lungs. He didn’t move himself away from Iggy’s shoulder though, dark eyes opening to look at the names plastered on the memorial. “…I miss him…” he finally whispered when his eyes fell onto the late son of Demeter’s name.

His eyes shifted over familiar names of demigods he had met before their passing, and even those whom he never had the chance to meet. Xander. Henri. The absence of Daith and Ari, even if things had been left on a sour note. “…Why did they have to go?” he murmured quietly, lifting his head a bit to rub away the tear trails on his cheeks.

iggy sat there, arm wrapped securely around the other, for minutes that melded into hours. he didn’t know how much time had passed, but he wasn’t counting either. he was, though, counting max’s breaths. he had time to think of what would become of him if he lost someone that close to him. if obelius or max or hudson or ragnor or corey had been murdered; would he be able to get up out of bed and make it to the memorial, like max had? he wasn’t quite sure he’d have it in him.

but his thoughts turned to brighter topics. like how he was surprised the list of people that would tear his heart out with them to hell was longer than he expected it to be. he truly thought he’d come, form no ties, and die- he didn’t expect to last this long.

but he was pulled out of his thoughts after he lost count at 1,432 breathes, and he picked his head up to look down at max. his hand roughly rubbing the other’s side before pulling the comforter tighter around them.

“i know they didn’t want to,” he begins, picking his words carefully, “we’ll punish those who took them from us.” he clenches his jaw, anger and determination dripping from his voice. 

“we’ll avenge them.”

[blowmcakiss]

maximus-bruin‌:

The thing about having time to himself was that it gave Maximus too much time to process things by his lonesome. He normally would have gone to Daith or Jasper when he didn’t want to spend the night alone, but those weren’t options for him anymore. He almost didn’t hear Iggy approaching until the comforter was placed around him, and the other demigod sat next to him.

The son of Hypnos glanced over at Iggy with tears in his eyes, only starting to fall when Psyche chirped at him. “…I-I’m sorry…” he breathed quietly, soft breaths stuttering between his quiet sobs. “…I… I was….” I miss them. I wanted him to come back. Grimacing, Maximus’ eyes flickered over to the list of names, the newest one freshly engraved.

iggy wraps his right arm around max’s shoulders and pulls him closer. he rests his cheek on the top of the other male’s head, looking at the name he was sitting in front of - jasper henderson. and everything made sense. max had been close with jasper - and iggy knew that at least one of the captured demigods were high on max’s priority list. he was feeling isolated, like everyone he loved was being taken forcibly from his grasp. like he was helpless.

iggy swallowed around the lump in his throat. he was also feeling this way, even if not as heavily as max was in the moment.

“ssh,” he whispers, thumb moving in a comforting circle on max’s shoulder, “it’s okay...” he tried to comfort, but this was never his area of expertise. 

“it’s okay to cry, max.” he tried again.

“i’m not going anywhere.”

[blowmcakiss]

iggy immediately started getting ready. he pulled on a sweater, and grabbed his oversized comforter that he quickly balled under his arm. “psyche, lets go.” he demanded, a little harshly in his panic, but the white bat fluttered from the rafters he’d claimed as his own. the white puff ball landed easily - always gracefully - on iggy’s shoulder, as the son of eros was pushing out of the door. as soon as the cold air hit his face, he was running. the memorial wasn’t that far form his cabin, thankfully, but he only slowed down when he could see max’s form up ahead. 

“h-hey...” he panted out, clearly out of breath. but he continued forward, immediately sitting next to the other, throwing the large comforter around both of their shoulders.

“i’m here, i’m here,” he cooed, “you’re not alone, max.” psyche, emphasizing iggy’s point, jumped down into max’s lap and chirped up at the son of hypnos. 

[blowmcakiss]

iggyiggz: what's wrong?

iggyiggz: i'm not, do you want me to come meet you?

///////

textmeifuneedsleep: yes please

textmeifuneedsleep: worried i might do something wrong

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iggyiggz: i'm on my way

iggyiggz: psyche's coming

[blowmcakiss]

@iggyiggz private chat

textmeifuneedsleep: sorry, im just not feeling well.

textmeifuneedsleep: are you doing anything right now?

textmeifuneedsleep: im at the memorial

///////

iggyiggz: what's wrong?

iggyiggz: i'm not, do you want me to come meet you?

[blowmcakiss]

IGGYIGGZ would like to PRIVATELY CHAT with JULIANMD.

[blowmcakiss]

healedserpent‌:

julianmd: He is, yes. 

julianmd: Family history has a part in this, but also his decisions. I am not saying it is the right thing. I agree we should help curb him from alcohol and begin a recovery process. 

julianmd: Tonight’s behavior will be monitored and intervened. What I said was unprofessional in relations to his history, upon recollection. While we want the better for him, we need his will in this, too. 

iggyiggz: i get that he has to be willing, but we can also encourage healthier habits iggyiggz: we don’t have to be the ones that encourage the drinking, especially when he’s drinking because he’s upset. iggyiggz: i don’t mean to be rude, julian. i really don’t. i just care, and i thought you of all people would too 

[blowmcakiss]

sonofgravesilence‌:

Was Mark holding his breath as he nodded and accepted the tiny creature? Yes. Was he totally infatuated with the tiny warm cloud now cradled in his palm? Also yes. “I’m a little jealous,” he admitted before the other’s questions registered. “Uh, crazy is the understatement of the century.” He gently pet along the delicate bones of the bat’s wings as he looked at Iggy. “Some days are harder than others. Gotta keep pushing through anyways,” he says softly. “I’m okay though,” he says hastily. “Just a bit of a roller coaster, I’m fine, really. Got a feeling it’ll get worst before it gets better…. But I appreciate you checking in. You, uh, you doing alright?”

iggy watched with curious eyes at how mark’s entire being seemed to light up in front of him when psyche hopped in his palm, stretched out his wings, or did anything else remotely adorable. the man could barely contain his own giggle, but he quickly invaded mark’s personal space, slinking an arm around the other’s waist, “well, i’m doing okay.” he admits, fingers dancing around on mark’s side, “especially with seeing your handsome face out and about.” he smirked, flirtatious persona fully activated now. “you’re particularly cute when you’re looking at adorable little creatures, y’know that?”

[blowmcakiss]

maximus-bruin‌:

“O-Oh. I didn’t know that…” he murmured quietly, before turning to look at the white bat scurrying away from him. Maximus gave Psyche a sad smile. “I’m sorry. But if you’d like some scones, I’m sure you could have some too,” he called to the bat. The slumber child missed the warmth and light tickling against his neck, even if Psyche was hoping to bite at his vein. Turning his gaze back to Iggy, he blinked in surprise at the offered pastry. Maximus leaned forward before snatching up the piece between his lips. “…T-Thanks. How’re you doing?”

as max takes the bite out of iggy’s fingers, the son of eros lightly brushes them against his cheek, but then he’s pulling back. “it’s okay,” he explains, a soft smile still on his lips, “only you, obi, and strom even know psyche is psyche. i appreciate you coming to check on him.” he looks over at the white bat, briefly, before turning back to focus on max. psyche flaps his small wings and scooches closer to max’s neck for warmth. “i’m okay,” he admits, “i’m scared for the...” he let the dreaded topic of their lost demigods hang in the air, “but i know we’ll get them back. how’re you? i’ve missed you being around.” 

[healedserpent]

He keeps his touch gentle and and breaths slow. Julian’s blue eyes linger around the boy’s lips, watching the pain reflect from words to body. Iggy’s tense and someone’s to blame. Julian isn’t sure where such a number like fifty-seven comes from–especially with their camp. But those words aren’t his; they’re someone else’s. 

Julian’s fingers glide up the back of Iggy’s neck and to his scalp, fingers slowly massaging into those dark locks in slow, small orbits. “If they’re the one counting, I have a feeling they wanted to be the fifty-eighth,” he whispers down to Iggy. His other hand remains at Iggy’s side, where he follows the smooth curve of ribs and muscle alike, “Are there any that you admire? You can be a magnet, Iggy, but some people are magnets for you, too.”

[blowmcakiss]

“hmm...” he hums, eyes never opening, but his body relaxing more against the older man’s. it was like his warmth and strong touch was molding iggy’s body against his own, which the son of eros wasn’t going to complain about. not today of all days.  

he thought about the question, and of course those stupid curls and stupid shirt he wore and his stupid smile all appear too quickly in his mind. he can’t get him to go away - even if there were other people in camp he found attractive. like julian, for instance. 

“there are a couple,” he lies, halfheartedly, “but that’s not interesting. who do you wanna hook up with, doc?” he quips, quickly changing the topic and deflecting once again. 

[blowmcakiss]

tankiegonnatank‌:

Judging by that look, Iggy was exceptionally sensitive today, probably thanks to a lack of vitamin dick. “I don’t know about that third one,” Hudson’s eyes narrowed wanting nothing more than to argue against such a toxic way of thinking. Huffing out a sigh, the son of Ares followed after the shorter brunet. “I would never ask you to!” He let out false gasp of offense. “Well… not now that you’re being chaste.”

Squander it? He didn’t know what Iggy was expecting but, Hudson hadn’t intended to squander anything. He settled down next to him with a frown, opening and closing his mouth before deciding sitting wasn’t working for him. Shifting, he draped himself across couch, his head finding its way into Iggy’s lap. “Play with my hair,” he orderd. “I… I tried going back home to see my family but nobody–” The mere thought of what had happened back in January caused a hard lump to form in his throat, cutting Hudson off. There’s a moment of struggle before he could swallowo it down and continue.  “Nobody recognized me or remembered me. It’s been so hard, I’m so used to having them always be there.”

“chaste?” he questioned, almost shocked, though his hand instictively started running through hudson’s dark locks. “who says i’m being chaste? maybe i just don’t want to suck your dick.” he points out, smirking. his voice, though, was clearly teasing. 

but his smirk faltered as he winced, listening to hudson’s story. he took a deep breath, shaky, and concern lingers on his voice when he speaks next. this was the exact thing, the exact feelings he didn’t want obelius to feel when he was talking about going to see his mother. it was just too much for any of them to handle, in iggy’s mind. he loved his mom, but seeing her...when she didn’t remember him? that would crush any sort of fight or resolve he had in him. he’d give it all up to go back.

“hudson...” he started, licking his lips, “we can’t replace them, but maybe you could think of us as your temporary family?”  he rolled his eyes, “but if you pull one brotherly prank on me? i’m disowning you.”

[godspeednpc]

iggy rattles a bag of 200 drachmae as he approached kalena, “one guess who’s my favorite at camp, and the bag is yours?” he grins, teeth on full display, charming as ever. “do you need a hint? her name starts with a k,” he holds the bag out to her. “by the way, your ink? it’s amazing.” his eyes sparkle like an artist finding a new technique, as he thought back to painting the pink necklace he was currently wearing.

as the demigod tried to charm his way into the cabin, the first thing that he was met with was kaipo grunting. the beast walked all the way to the back and lowly spoke to the harpy. “visitor,” as the winged creature was busy painting something. she didn’t hear the charms at first, but seeing ignacio’s face brought a small smile to her face.

kalena smiled softly as she flew to the front and brought her canvas with her. “what was it that you were saying about k?” she was testing her own ability with the ink in hopes of not getting rusty. “oh, i see you used it!” hand glossed over the pink necklace as she set the coin to the side. “could use some work, but it truly is beautiful!” 

the harpy fished out the her own painting. “maybe we can work on these things together.” kalena’s was a gold bracelet with a couple of green dreams. while beautiful, it didn’t scream perfect just yet. “my sister ailani would have loved the piece you’re wearing, so i’m glad that you liked the ink and could bring something like that to life.” 

[ IGNACIO spent time with and donated to KALENA ]

[blowmcakiss]

iggy grinned as the harpy showered him with compliments, which he took to heart. even if they might have also went straight to his head. he knew the necklace was subpar at best, but it had obi’s ink in it too. the vibrant pink stood out against everything he wore, no matter how bright the article of clothing was, but ignacio figured it was the magic adding to the color.

“it was trickier than i expected,” he admitted, fingering the pendant around his neck, “the necklace started materializing faster than i expected.” he continues to explain. but his attention is quickly caught by the beautiful bracelet that kalena was making.

“i,” he started, his eyes sparkling with excitement, “i would love to help. if i could?” he reaches for the piece, but doesn’t take it without permission. “i would just love to meet your sister,” iggy gushed, laying on the charm thick, but most of it - a good 80% - was genuine interest. “how many siblings do you have?” 

[blowmcakiss]

jaredxhentridge‌:

Having wifi in camp proved to be both a blessing and a curse at the same time. On one hand, Jared once again had access to social media and could keep track of all the people he cared about. But he also kept getting reminded how none of them remembered him. Not a single person out of the million that once followed him on various platforms knew who he was. Jared forced himself to smile to shake away the depressing thoughts. “How much do you wanna bet somebody’s already taking advantage of being able to watch porn again?” he teased with a small snicker.

Perhaps he laid a lot more information to Iggy than was necessary. However, Jared wanted the cupid’s child to know the full details first. Where this level of trust came from, he wasn’t exactly sure. But he figured to better take advice from him than a woman who lost her memory. “J-just myself. Call me old fashioned, but I want to wait until I find the right guy that’ll put a ring on my finger,” Jared explained, feeling his cheeks start to heat up again. “And at this point, I feel I may die a virgin…” 

iggy let out a clipped laugh, shaking his head as his hand hesitated over the canvas, waiting for the vibrations to make their course through his body. he looked over at jared, eyes sparkling, “and you aren’t? it would be an easy bet for me to make. i’ve indulged myself.” he shrugs, as if that was common place. and, for him, it was almost a daily occurrence. well, without the person he wanted in his bed, anyway.

his thoughts returned, though, rather abruptly to the topic at hand. his hand made small, precise strokes near the man’s face on the canvas. iggy was trying, frustratingly, to capture the essence of psyche’s piercing gaze, but the canvas wouldn’t take hold of the gravity the vampire boasted. he scrunched his nose in frustration, but he spoke calmly. 

“you won’t die a virgin,” he vowed, not because he would help in that regard, but - “you’re far too handsome for that. you just need to be braver.” he wasn’t trying to be harsh. actually, far from it, because he was talking to himself at the same time. 

“you have to let them know,” he continues, dipping the tip of the brush into a rose tinted paint. his hand raises, and he mixes it with the still-wet eggshell of the man’s skin. “or you’ll regret it. the what-if’s and could-be’s are much worse than rejection.”

[blowmcakiss]

nightlyarrows‌:

“not many people would have agreed that quickly, i can tell that this is something important to you even more now.“ all tristan could do was nod slightly as ignacio told him he wasn’t going to get too personal with him. “i have my own fair share of secrets, so trust me when i say that i get it.” since it wasn’t for him he could only assume it was for one of the other demigods. it wasn’t his domain to play cupid or pry into their lives, so he already made up his mind quietly. he knew he wouldn’t have wanted a fight if he was trying to get something for milo. “that’s all i need to know. hey, she’s been around longer than any of us have had.” tristan chuckled softly as he moved over to put the necklace in a small box, wrapping it up nicely. “i’m sure if you had twenty-four demigods asking you for favors you would start charging them a lot of money for them, right?” he stepped across again and handed iggy the box. “i know this will be in good hands.”

“i appreciate the help, tristan,” ignancio said earnestly. for all of his charm, flirtatious nature, and manipulating tendencies, ignacio was laying himself bare in front of the son of artemis. hoping that the dark haired man took pity on him - which was a disgusting thought. he hated the look agathys had given him; just enough sadness to annoy but not enough to act. he clenched his jaw, the bones on his face flexing visibly. “lets not talk about her,” he demands, walking over behind tristan where he was at, near the chest. iggy looked at it curiously, wondering where he could have gotten it; it looked like it didn’t have anything in it. yet - and it should have surprised iggy - he pulled out a box with a slight rattle to it. a rattle ignacio would know anywhere - jewelry. “his hands are pretty great,” he grins, agreeing, even if he couldn’t help the innuendo that slipped out.

[blowmcakiss]

stromxhold‌:

Strom lets a steady breathe escape him as he finds himself staring into his eyes. A second passed him by and even as he nods, he approaches a minute of easy gandering. The glass of water was ignored as he studies the shape of his jowls and down to his chin. The way he pressed his tongue forward to speak and the lull of his tongue, bobbing in his mouth and soon sheathed behind his teeth. This was odd, even for him. He looks down at him. Maybe this was customary for him. Kissing was one thing but the whole head-in-lap was turning gears, very slowly.

“I’m glad he’s adjusted well, though. I’d hate to know that he’s uncomfortable in his own skin.” Strom offers a gentle smile. “You know. I am glad to see that you made him feel more at home.” Strom begins to think. “If you ever want a little blanket while he’s in his alternate self, let me know.” Strom starts to whisper. A hand rests at his shoulder now and he absently kneads the soft rounding of muscle and bone. 

“You two were kind and you needed a place to crash and quickly. So why not?” Strom leans. He warms up to their closeness as he really doesn’t know what more to discuss or even distract himself with. “This position can’t be comfortable for you, Iggy.” 

“well, we really appreciate it,” he quips, staring up at the man he’s essentially captured prisoner under his head. what power simple contact had, honestly. iggy was amazed that strom was seemingly so starved for human contact; at least that of loving, tender kind. he was eager to find out just how much the other wanted, and who he wanted it from. iggy wasn’t too self-centered to think that he was the source of strom’s sexual frustrations, but he was keen enough to know he could help the son of victory along.

“you were the nice one,” he points out, lips curling into a soft grin, “you could’ve kicked us out. or at least not given us the bed.” he chuckles a little, remembering the memory fondly. 

and then his chuckle became a solid laugh, and he shook his head without moving it. his legs stretched out, ankles dangling over the arm of the couch to prove his point.

“no, no,” he quipped, “i like this vantage point quite nicely, thanks.” 

his lips were now a smirk.

[pantasticobelius]

blowmcakiss‌:

iggy easily climbs back up onto obi’s lap, adjusting effortlessly to be comfortable. he goes to put it around obi’s neck, “i’ll get that in mind.” he grins, before quickly kissing the other’s lips before pulling back. necklace dangling easily from obi’s neck, “it’s not just a necklace. it’ll help you against powers…like mine.” his grin softens-falters-ever so slightly.

@hqgodspeed

“What do you mean?” he asks, a little confused (from the kiss, or the perky butt pressing against his dick, or both. whose to say?). “Your sex powers? Is this supposed to kill my excitement? Because it’s not working.” 

[blowmcakiss]

iggy laughs, shaking his head, unable to stop himself from releasing the pent up worry he was holding in his stomach. “that,” iggy says pointedly, wiggling slightly to emphasize his point, “i can tell. but, no, it will help you not be forced to do things you don’t want to do.” he tried to explain again. “especially when you’re up against someone who shares my strengths.”

[pantasticobelius]

blowmcakiss‌:

“i’m not mad,” he huffs out, getting out of the bed to pace around. “i’m just worried about you.” he stops moving suddenly, as if he’s remembering something. “which now that you’re not distracting me,” he turns towards his overnight bag - which yes he still brought even though his cabin was only two doors down - and rummaged through it. he pulls out a necklace, the one tristan gave him, and comes back to the bed. “this is for you.” and he completely ignores tucker rhee being brought up again.

“Okay, but a piece of advice — your worried face looks a lot like your angry face.” Obi watches curiously as Iggy pulls out some piece of jewelry and climbs back to bed. Obi helps him so that Iggy settles right on top of his lap. “A necklace?” Not really his style, but it’s a sweet gesture. “Thanks, Iggy.”

[blowmcakiss]

iggy easily climbs back up onto obi’s lap, adjusting effortlessly to be comfortable. he goes to put it around obi’s neck, “i’ll get that in mind.” he grins, before quickly kissing the other’s lips before pulling back. necklace dangling easily from obi’s neck, “it’s not just a necklace. it’ll help you against powers...like mine.” his grin softens-falters-ever so slightly.

@hqgodspeed