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Does anyone have any fic recommendations abt nico and hazel being confused asf abt the 2000s timeline bc those are really funny pls drop some in the comments🙏🙏🙏🙏

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PERCY JACKSON!!!!!!!

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Im so cool omgs

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AAAAAA LOOK JWHWBSKSHEHEH I LOVE THIS ART SMMM

Remembering how this is all art by official VLD crew members.

"Klance wasn't queerbaiting" my ass

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im sorry its been a while since i updated my spoilers list SORRYYYY

"What about you, Kavla?" asked Chiron, loading her archery gear into the trunk.

        "Back to Toronto," she said. "Dad wanted me to come home, and it's actually been a while. I'm pretty excited, to be honest.” Her eyes glinted. "Especially to prove that I'm now better than him at archery!"

        Austin turned to Nico and Will. "So … you two are really staying here?"

        Nico hoped Will would answer first. The sun falling behind the western hills made Will's curly blond hair look like it was aflame. For a moment, Nico wondered if Will was using his glow-in-the dark power.

        Either way, it made Nico a little annoyed. Why did Will have to be so beautiful all the time?

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spoilers heheheheh

Nico struggled to understand what she was saying. He was Italian, yes. This was his native language. But his mind moved sluggishly, as if the darkness had seeped into his skull.

        Finally, the translation came to him.

        "I am listening, Mama!" he answered.

        He thrashed, trying to free himself from the thick cocoon of shadows.

        ASCOLTA! the voice cried.

        LISTEN!

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no cause i really hate pilot sasha'a design like WHAT IS THIS-

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i give u too many spoilers u guys are spoiled children :]

 He stirred as shadows wrapped around him. No one ever called him Niccolo. No one except …

        Niccolo, vita mia …

        The shadows pressed tighter against his face. He couldn't breathe.

        He hadn't heard that voice in years. Decades.

        Mama.

"I'm here!" he tried to call out. "Please, don't go!"

        Vita mia, she repeated. Devi ascoltarmi.

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Nico fell.

He plummeted into a soft, warm nest of blankets. Was he back in his bunk at camp? He sat up and—

        Light. On a lacquered brown nightstand, an ugly steel desk lamp cast a yellow glow over an oddly familiar room. Thick blackout curtains. A flatscreen TV. Striped gold-and-cream wallpaper like gilded prison bars.

        Wait. No. Was this—?

        He grabbed a laminated card from the nightstand.

LOTUS HOTEL AND CASINO: IN-ROOM BREAKFAST OPTION

        No. No, no, no!

        He turned slowly in the gigantic king-size bed, remembering how the mattress made hollow tinny creaks whenever he moved.

        He sensed her before he saw her, asleep in the bed next to him.

        His sister Bianca. She looked so peaceful there, her chest rising slowly with her breath, her dark hair fanned across her pillow. Nico tried to open his mouth, tried to call to her, but his voice didn’t work. There was something poking out from the edge of the duvet at Bianca's shoulder. Was that … her quiver? Nico ripped back the covers and saw that his sister was dressed as if ready for battle, complete with boots, jacket, and arrows.

        This was all wrong. Bianca hadn't become a Hunter of Artemis until after their time in the Lotus Casino. Then she'd taken the pledge … and left Nico for the last time. If he could just warn her, keep her from making those choices

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i have a scary spoiler for tsats prepare urself

so i have access to the first 4 chapters of tsat and the little part of the book thats not up to chapter 4 so here it is prepare my friends

"Nico di Angelo, why don't you tell me a story?"

        Nico bristled at that. A story? Any old story? That seemed too easy after everything they'd been through.

        After all the suffering.

        He looked to Will briefly, and his boyfriend arched an eyebrow. He looked tired. Too tired. And his bandages…

        Nico's stomach rolled. The gauze strips were soaked through with blood again.

        He turned back to Gorgyra. "A story about what?" he asked.

        The nymph examined Nico's face, then Will's. Was she going to pull soul threads out of them again?

        Nico felt something brush his knuckles. He glanced down and saw that Will was trying to hold his hand. He opened his fingers and let Will slip his in between.

        Nico's heart sank,

        Will's grip was very weak.

        Nico had to do this. He had to finish what they had started.

        The whispers called out to him.

        And then Gorgyra did, too.

        "Tell me about the two of you," she said.

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tsat spoilerssssss :DDD

        Months earlier, Nico had sensed his friend Jason Grace's death, which had sent him into a tailspin of grief and rage. By the time Lester and Meg had arrived at Camp Half-Blood at the start of summer, Nico's emotions were so volatile that he'd raised the dead more than once by accident. (There is nothing more disconcerting than waking in the morning and finding a freshly incarnated zombie standing over you, ready to take your breakfast order.)

        Will had listened to him attentively, like he always did. Then he'd posed a few questions, mostly about whether the voice had anything to do with the flashbacks Nico had also been having lately. Will had stayed quiet for a while and then asked, "Are you sure it's not post traumatic stress disorder?"

        Sometimes, Nico's brain thought of a joke and it came out of his mouth a second later without any sort of filter at all. That’s exactly what happened when he blurted out, "My whole life is a disorder!”

        Will hadn't laughed at that.

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idk anymore but i think spoilers for the first 4 chapters are appreciated so here

 "Or maybe the 'equal value' thing isn't a life for a life," Nico suggested weakly. "Maybe Bob wants to bring something back with him … like, his broom or something. And he needs… a broom … of equal value."

        Will gave Nico a look that said Come on. You don't really believe that, do you?

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ANOTHER SPOILER LOL

Nico didn't want to admit it to the others, but he had met the sisters several times on his own, and he kind of liked them. They were thorny. Difficult. Stuck in their ways. Chaotic, yet weirdly dependable. They wore their darkness on their sleeves. For Styx's sake, they all shared a single eye. How could Nico not appreciate them?

        The sisters were in the midst of an argument as one of the rear doors swung open.

        "I know exactly what I'm doing, Wasp," said the old lady sitting shogun, her stringy gray hair swaying over her face. "When have I ever not known what I'm doing?"

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HERE'S A SPOILER

   Nico laid his hand over his heart. "Imagine Darth Vader removing his helmet over dinner and then staring longingly into your eyes over the table. Now that is romance."

        Will laughed hard, then flashed that brilliant smile of his.

        Why, oh why, did it feel like such a victory to make Will laugh? For a long time, Nico had assumed he himself did not have a heart. He was the son of Hades, after all. Love didn't find people like him. But then came…Will. Will, who could melt Nico's iciness with a smile. Anyone could have guessed which god was Will's father—he radiated energy and light. Sometimes literally, as they had learned in the troglodytes' caverns earlier that year. Will was Apollo's son, through and through.