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After his first quest, there was a melancholy to his demeanor. Seeing someone go down so much and then meet death brought his worst fears to life. Mnemosyne would always have a debt to pay after that, Ziggy would make sure of that. But there were far more pressing matters than just an evil titaness, more to this day than just wallowing in his own grief. There was Cian, who was still alive by a miracle, but Ziggy felt he was changed ever since. He could feel how everything changed. Upon seeing him, Ziggy did nothing else but pull him into a hug, burying his features into his chest. "Just stay, please." he mumbled. "I just need to hear your heartbeat for a little while, to make sure that you're here, that you're real." @scalesworn

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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 )

his power signature appears in the color of a peachy pink, his eyes glowing that same color, a crown of psionic energy hazily ghosts over his features when he uses his abilities. his force fields take on this same color, and everything he moves with his telekinesis is wrapped in this same around, outlining it as it moves.

some examples would be

also this

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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.

Ziggy loves to mix it up with male and female scents,

Dior Savage, Tom Ford Black Orchid, Bleu by Chanel, Cloud by Ariana, YSL Black Opium, Angel by Mugler, Jo Malone English Pear and Freesia. Hawas Ice.

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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!

ziggy, i've seen you around camp, skipping from cabin to cabin as you bring snacks and treats to your fellow campers. you're always holding a smile on your face, but you still seem a little lonely, maybe it's your new powers that has made you a little more susceptible to emotions.

you've gotten close to a few of them, spend many nights under their roof entangled in their embrace, and that has made you a little more lively hasn't it?

enjoying the rigorous training came natural to you, but you should be pushing your limits not just meeting them. although this all seems like training camp to you, cheer training was just as brutal with slightly less potential death.

you might not know what the future holds but you're growing into your powers, and hopefully you seem to want to be an asset to your peers.

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PROMPT 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?

Ziggy basically made his room feel like a gamer and reader's paradise, he has everything necessary to relax and feel at home. Pastel colors adorn the wall, along with this favorite plush toys and thing that remind him of home. He's got a framed picture of the friends he's lost. Books can be easily perused as their lined inside his cumbersome bookshelf, some feminine and delicate touches that truly remind anyone of him. His entire gaming set up is all in pastel colors.

He's got cat towers, and doggy beds, along the floor for the pets that prefer to stay with him at night.

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˙ ˖ ✶ Gabe

Ziggy was in the midst of making a few meals he'd hand over around camp. He figured he shouldn't stop at the demigods, and that the trainers, satyrs and nymphs should enjoy some of the treats he spent countless time making. The second he heard a knock on the door, he found himself a little unprepared for guests as he was wearing only his apron with peach motifs and shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Yup that's me, it's a pleasure to meet you gorgeous," Ziggy said as he ushered him inside. "I love that so much, and fresh bruschetta, it's like you're trying to make me fall for you," he teased lovingly, smiling as he took the tupperware. "I was actually cooking and baking at the same time, I just finished training so I'm kind of pent up and I figured why not make more treats for my friends and everybody else."

"Now that you're here, I could really use your help, and sorry that I'm barely dressed I just took a shower and didn't really bother covering up."

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Finding a bunch of cinnamon rolls in his cabin had been unexpected, but not something that Gabe was unused to. Growing up, the man had quite a few people that would drop off a meal or two for him and his family whenever something would happen, and he knew that food was a good way to introduce yourself to others. And though he might not have inherited the baking gene from his nonna, thankfully he did happen to learn a thing or two about cooking and he could repay the baker in turn.

Making sure to cook something that would, hopefully, not bother anyone's allergies, he put it together into a tupperware container before he made his way to the cabin that the man would be staying in. Letting his knuckles rap against the door, Gabe stood there with a smile upon his face until the other male opened the door. "Hi. You're... Ziggy, right? The one that left cinnamon rolls in everyone's cabins? I'm Gabe. I wanted to thank you by offering you something myself. It's caponata, with fresh bruschetta. May I come in?"

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˙ ˖ ✶ Skylar

Ziggy could only giggle at his words since they were something any guy would typically say, but he found himself believing Skylar. He'd like to stay the night with him regardless, there was just something about that smile and the way he was looking up at him that made his entire body feel electric.

Ziggy laughed, shaking his head before kissing Skylar, going over to the bed as he kicked off his shoes and did as instructed, looking back at Sky.

"I like your smile a lot by the way,"

Skylar was on the few people that shared a cabin with his brother still. When the chance was given to move out Skylar made the choice to say shockingly so did Lochlan. So the cabin was still a mix of both of their taste and aspects of their shared parent. The walk to his room was short when Ziggy got there.

"Dont worry i promise I will fuck you so hard you have no choice but to stay the night here." Another big promise but it was something he was willing to live up too. Skylar didn't bother to take the cookie out of his hand and took a bite. His lips brushing the others fingers before he pulled back.

"Tasty," he spoke with a smile as he looked at him, "but i think there is something else i would enjoy eating more." his smile growing sharper. "On the bed ass up"

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Swallowed in the divine, Ambrosia

Ziggy was nervous. The pitter patter of his steps echoed throughout the cabin, as his shallow breaths accompanied each step like a skittish symphony. There was no running, no baking to soothe his nerves, nobody to hold his hand and help him through this. A trial that every other demigod at camp had taken, to drink the ambrosia and enter their godhood, live in their divinity and unlock that side of themselves.

A gentle breeze kissed his cheek as soon as he stepped out of the cabin, there were smiles thrown his way from the children of the gods. They had all done this before, they knew what to expect, but no matter how many times he was told, it was hard to picture how it would be for himself. All Ziggy could do was steel himself for upcoming unknown, to greet his godly mother and take her hand in this ritual of the divine.

Through nervous and sluggish stepped he made his way before his mother, a woman so statuesque and beautiful he found it easy to believe she was not of the mortal plane. There was a shimmering aura around her, sparkling turquoise and green as she moved. The moment her hand was offered, and he saw her smile, he couldn't help but rush forward and hug her. There was a tenderness unlike any other, a mother's warmth that transcended any pain and sense of forlorn ziggy might've ever felt.

Ziggy smiled at all the other gods, waving at them, his earnest nature making a few of them chuckle. A celestial gold chalice was offered, and his trembling hand was calmed with with Hera's touch. Through honeyed words she guided him, the contents quickly consumed as his lips licked off the sweet sticky remains.

His eyes glowed in hues of peachy pink, a name softly caressed his ear, kovi, and for a split second his mind expanded, and it all felt like the warmest hug. There was no pain, nothing excruciating, he teared up as he felt love in all of its purest forms, his powers surging as it glowed in ever fading colors of pink. Hera stood behind him, a proud look on her face as he hugged her once more.

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zoey -> kpop demon hunters

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˙ ˖ ✶ Adam

The training yard was a place he was beginning to dread, mostly because he had no idea on what exactly he could do being a child of Hera. He'd run himself ragged through the training Achilles put him through but he'd never consider it as enough no matter if he got high praises that day or not. All he could do was be astonished be astonished by all the men around him, mastering their powers, honing their preferred weapons and using it as an extension of their own bodies.

Ziggy trudged to the field, eyes slightly somber wanting nothing more than to go do anything else but be here in this moment. But suddenly his eyes were glued to the spectacle before him. Muscle and sinew of man shooting high into the air, lightning crackling all around him. Power embodied as he came down in one thunderous crash, the grass beneath him scorched, torn asunder leaving nothing behind but smoke and cinder in its wake.

"That...was probably the coolest thing I've ever seen, and I've seen White Chicks the movie, so you're pretty high up there," Ziggy said, acknowledging the other. "Adam, right? I'm Ziggy, and yup I'm the new guy, been here roughly about a week now give or take a day or two."

"Poor training dummy didn't know what hit him," he said as he slung his quarterstaff over his shoulders. "Don't expect anything fancy like that from me, cause so far I haven't been able to do much of anything power wise."

"Those wraps on your feet? Are they special? They look a little different than what someone else would consider the norm, I guess? Kinda hard to gauge what is or isn't normal around here," he sighed. "Did you brother ever give you some of the cookies I sent for you, not that I knew you but I just sent some to everyone as a thank you for taking me in."

"Time for me to show everyone how I can twirl...this stick,"

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Adam rolled his shoulders, muscles shifting beneath his sweat-slick shirt like tectonic plates. The warm light of the midday sun caught on the bronze sheen of his skin - all sun-kissed brawn and god-forged tension. Carved from antiquity, forged in the crucible of his past and present path, it felt good to flex what the son of Zeus had recently come into.

Along the ridges of his wrapped knuckles, electricity curled around the edges, crackling as the scent of petrichor thickened in the swelling ozone. When he'd arrived at camp, Achilles parked him in front of a tree and had him hitting it again and again. It worked, for a time, but some fucking tree didn't have shit on him now. The bullshit they'd been through, the crap that was thrown at them: he'd spent too much time swinging at air, throwing ineffectual fists and pretending like he could only do so much with his power.

Truth is, the sky was the limit.

Tension coiling, building, rising - with a sudden crack of thunder, he launched upward - knees tucked, body coiled, lightning crackling across his frame, drawn to him. To the storm, to the skybreaker, to the son of Zeus. Clouds, churning dark and gray, almost seemed to hold him for a moment, suspending the moment and stretching it out for longer.

And then he dropped with a wrapped foot first, he crashed into the reinforced training dummy with a sudden boom of detonating, kinetic fury. Brutal, violent, but controlled - graceful. In the past, he'd have kept hitting until it was dust, but with the bot in pieces, he dusted himself off, sweat beading over his frame before kicking a bit of the scrap off to the side.

"Hey new guy," fuck, what was this one's name? Adam nodded in his direction, mouth lifting with the languid charm of greeting, "sup?"

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˙ ˖ ✶ Hasan

"I won't tell her you said that or she'll never let me hear the end of it," Ziggy giggled, shaking his head at the thought of his mother holding something like this over his head for the rest of his life. She'd remind him on any given occasion. "Wait hold up! The comfort pot? I was actually supposed to go there with my friend who was raving about it saying the owner was this extremely hot chef...sorry, but if that's you then we're in good hands when it comes to food." Ziggy shook his head. "Sorry for that, you've done nothing wrong,"

"It's a date," he mused, teasingly. "Eh, it's not much really just something I like doing. Besides everybody here has left something behind to, I don't know save the world like we're the X-men or something, so I think any little thing I can do to help is worth it."

"Besides, it's not everyday I get my own specially curated meal but one of New Orlean's most eligible culinary bachelors," Ziggy giggled, nudging Hasan slightly. "Hopefully, I'll see more of you in the training field."

Hasan's   lips   curled   up   in   a   genuine   smile   as   he   heard   the   other   rambling.   A   chuckle   escaping   his   lips   as   he   nods   his   head   in   agreement.   “Your   mother   sounds   like   a   very   smart   woman.”   Hasan   says   with   a   grin.   “I   own   a   restaurant   back   home   in   New   Orleans.   The   Comfort   Pot.   Love   to   make   all   kinds   of   foods.”   Hasan   said   with   a   nod   of   his   head.   His   eyes   going   blurry   for   a   moment   as   he   thought   of   his   happiest   times   in   the   kitchen   briefly.   “Sorry,   that   was   rude   of   me.”   Hasan   said   as   he   tried   to   shake   his   head   free   of   the   thoughts. 

“But   thank   you   so   much.   I'm   definitely   going   to   owe   you   a   meal   sometime.”   He   said   as   he   gently   took   the   basket   of   bread.   “That's   very   sweet   of   you.”    

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˙ ˖ ✶ Leo

Ziggy was glad that the other man was so quick to agree to his request, the immediate feeling other other's touch sent sparks down his body as his haphazard breathing stabilized a little. He found the glow of the purple hue in Leo's eyes mesmerizing, never having seen anything like it for himself. This is what their powers manifested as, something signature to only them. Ziggy chuckled as he kept staring back at Leo, the man looking not at him, but into him, his eyes perceiving more than just what was in front of him.

"Just thought it would be a nice distraction to talk about the club. and it was either that or asking you to flash your abs, so I went with the less invasive one; This anxiety...It's been going strong for roughly 9 years now, so it's nothing new to me." he nodded. "I'll take you up on the offer, I know the drinks aren't going to be much of anything if they're not laced with ambrosia but they're still fun to drink I guess. Shit gets crazy? How so?"

"Thank you, I don't know how but I'm feeling a little better, maybe your eye glowing magic has worked on me a bit. Usually I just bake until I'm no longer anxious but I couldn't even do that, not today."

Most to of the people that sought him out for this where just saytrs and nymphs never another demigod. Still he didn't think twice just moved what he was holding into his pocket and grabbed the other's hands. His thumbs rubbing circles into the back side of them as he looked at the other. "Hold on ill reply in a second." His tone a little short as he looked at the other in the eyes. Head tiltied to the side as he tried to see it.

The knot of anxiety around the other's head was intense and deep rotted. There was barely anything he could pull at to help it unravel. Sill he pulled at a thread eyes a deep purple as he used his powers on the other's mind. "Not to pry but that is some deep rotted anxiety you got going on. Do you really want to talk about the club what normally helps?" he asked as he kept pulling at the knots trying to undo some oig the others mental anguish. "but the club was the club it was good time you should come with me some time i always find the best parties. we do have to leave before 3 am or shit gets crazy"

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˙ ˖ ✶ Raul

Baking was a safe space, it was his outlet when the world became all too much for him to handle. His parents would laugh at the way they knew he was having a rough day because their house never smelled better. The more he was stressed the more complex things would get in the kitchen, wedding cakes with far too many layers, or the most creative pastries anyone could think of. He'd even gone as far as recreating the viral pastries that are known for their beauty. That meticulous attention to detail was never lost on him.

Ziggy in his peach colored apron and flour dusted cheeks, appeared from behind the counters as he stepped in front of Raul. A smile ever present on his features as he greeted the man. "You do know I could've just left you a basket of cookies at your cabin," he giggled teasingly, seeing how the man clearly jogged his way over. "Let's just say this is the best way I can find myself useful until I start getting more intense training from the hot ancient warrior dudes. Last time they told me to show them my best, I just ended up performing Juno by Sabrina Carpenter, and apparently they didn't fully appreciate the bridge I was trying to form between the three of us," he laughed.

"A week, and well sleep has been difficult but it's been getting easier and getting to know all of you has been my favorite thing." Ziggy shrugged. "I set some aside, and made you some extra, even threw in some red velvet cookies into a separate box for you because they're filled with white chocolate as well. I made you some ube desserts as well for you try out, I've been tweaking my recipe a bit, so let me know,"

@nephayvms location: hera cabin notes: u can bet raul jogged over after getting confirmation there's white choc cookies uwu

Raúl  had  never  thought  the  Hera  cabin  would  smell  like  this. Not  candle  wax  or  sun-warmed  marble,  but  something  gentler:  browned  butter  and  sugar,  carried  on  the  breeze  between  the  columns.  He  paused  on  the  front  step,  one  hand  still  resting  on  the  doorframe,  and  breathed  it  in.  Sweet,  warm,  unassuming.  Almost  like  home,  if  home  had  ever  been  this  soft  around  the  edges.

They’d  met  before—Ziggy,  fresh-faced,  all  quick  hands  and  flour-dusted  knuckles,  had  offered  him  a  cookie  without  a  second  thought.  Raúl  had  accepted  it  out  of  courtesy,  but  it  had  surprised  him—rich  white  chocolate  melting  into  chewy  dough,  the  taste  of  something  made  with  care  rather  than  perfection.  Now,  a  week  into  Ziggy’s  time  at  camp,  the  smell  alone  had  tugged  him  back  across  the  courtyard.  That  and  the  group  message  alert. 

Raúl  stepped  inside  after  a  knock,  the  marble  cool  underfoot,  and  let  his  gaze  adjust  to  the  cabin’s  soft  afternoon  light.  He  cleared  his  throat  gently  so  as  not  to  startle  him.  “You’ve  been  here  a  week,”  he  said,  voice  low,  warmth  threading  through  the  words  despite  the  formality  he  wore  by  habit.  “And  already,  you’ve  turned  this  place  into  a  bakery.  Not  that  I'm  complaining.”  He  stepped  closer,  the  soft  smell  of  sugar  and  chocolate  growing  stronger,  and  added  with  a  hint  of  amusement,  “Tell  me  there  are  still  some  left.”

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˙ ˖ ✶ Samson

"someone has to be the one to remind you to take care of yourself, when you're too busy taking care of everybody else," ziggy said as he shot samson a wink. setting some of the others things he carried aside he sat on a empty machine simply leaning over it as he looked at samson, admiring his technique. ziggy was no stranger to working out, he put his squad through intense workouts and training when he was the captain of his cheer team.

"s'not a burden at all, i like taking care of others, you guys work so hard to build yourselves up, get stronger to fight whatever comes at us, study, work on your magic, i'm not useful at the moment so i do what i can." he shrugged.

"i'm fine with just spectating, but if you need a spotter, i'm right here," he said. "besides, i'd rather just day dream about the amazing hugs you'd be able to give with those big big arms of yours," ziggy teased.

"also...i might be hiding from achilles and patroclus,"

Always ready to eat. Samson generally didn't like working out in front of or with others - body issues - but he was feeling more confident since he'd woken up back in his own bed, far away from the Harlan city limits once again. The lesson was simple: people were composed of both light and dark, acknowledging one didn't need diminish the other. 

“I-” drenched from the summer heat, Samson gladly extended a hand toward the bag. In the dining hall he was often seen with a mound of food heaping from his plate before, in a very demure way, devoured all of it. “you know, usually I'm the one following people around reminding them to hydrate, eat, take care of themselves. So happy to have another person to share that burden with.” Stephanos and Gustave were pretty good for it too, but he appreciated Ziggy's candor. 

“Samson," he offered, extending his free hand toward Ziggy once the other one was firmly occupied with his sandwich. “and thanks man- are you here to lift or just spectate?” Both of which were passtimes that Samson both understood, and appreciated.