#bc he loves fin

[fiveminuterice]

my shining star, when will he come home :(

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[fiendishartist2]

guess who just watched this years fourth of footwerk

[morninkim]

Of the heroes that appeared in the late 90's and early 00's, Superman, Batman, The Flash, Wonder Woman, Aquaman and Green Arrow, most of the founders of the Justice League, are notable for taking on young proteges, or "Sidekicks" as they would eventually come to known as.

Naturally, through these shared experiences and mentorships, these teenaged heroes banded together as teammates and friends, even before their mentors did.

In 2002, Robin, Kid Flash, Wonder Girl and Aqualad, later joined by Supergirl in 2003 and Speedy in 2004, would form the Teen Titans, some say as an excuse to hang out more often.

[crowned-ladybug]

With weathered wings and broken bones A flight for the fallen flies the crow

@riftwalker-limbro's fashionable math problem Vince here to kick some ass and love his fiancée and unfortunately one of those is maybe currently not available

[boiledegghole]

bottom feeders doodles +one salmonid

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

i love adventure time so much it literally makes me sick

[sar3nka]

It's amazing how this one guy I'm actively ghosting all da time texts me more than the crazy woman (affectionate). 💀

[greedbent]

Given the dour mood, one would think smiling was wholly inappropriate. And yet, there Kaz was, not even a feeble attempt made to prevent that one corner of his mouth from hooking upward as Baizhu spoke, amusement blowing through his lips on his next breath. “Hoping, wishing, hell, praying to the Archons that they might get off their hands and actually do a damn thing to help their people seems to be the typical route when things feel utterly hopeless,” he murmured. “If you were among the typical, I wouldn’t fault you. Tell yourself what you need to in order to sleep at night.”

Then, another sentiment crept in, like that bubble building within him, on the verge of bursting the very second his diligence wavered and let it slip through. This time, he couldn’t stop it. Or maybe Kaz just didn’t even try:

“But if you were one of those people, I wouldn’t still be here.”

He shrugged like it was obvious. It probably was. Baizhu wasn’t saying all of these things for no reason because he wasn’t the “typical.” He wasn’t saying all of these things simply to make conversation, to waste time that could be better spent. He wasn’t and he didn’t do a damn thing without a purpose—no differently than Kaz himself. Most days, Kaz couldn’t tell if that was refreshing, or if it forced him to look in a mirror he rather wished didn’t exist.

Today . . . ? Well, that smile was still lingering, if that meant anything.

“I don’t play a game without knowing the outcome,” Kaz argued. And a good majority of the time, he could live by that mantra, refuse to involve himself in anything unless he knew for certain what he’d get from it, what the risks were, what his opponent planned on doing every step of the way. The minority of instances, however, and the ones of which Baizhu specifically spoke—?

He hesitated, turning those words over in his head for a sluggish beat.

Somehow, even after the pause, his next statement came easy. “I’d do exactly what you’re doing.” Again, he didn’t have to wonder if Baizhu already knew that. Just like Baizhu didn’t have to ask at all, how he’d done so only for the sake of making a point. It should’ve annoyed him, should’ve made him bristle— How dangerous it was when someone understood you so intimately they practically built a home in your mind without you knowing it.

More dangerous, maybe, was when that expanded to the heart. And was Baizhu already there . . . ? Did he mean for that final statement of his to run a stake right through it?

His weight shifted between his feet. That smile finally faded. A naive, childlike voice in his head complained, Does he really believe his only importance to me is his “value”? The smarter one, and indeed the cold, callous, unforgiving one clapped back immediately, Of course he does. That’s what you told him. That’s what he needs to be—nothing more.

But if that was the case . . . Then what the hell was this whole conversation even about?

“You . . . I didn’t mean—” That naivety temporarily snagged his vocal chords, only to be strangled by them as he cleared his throat and steeled himself. “Your time won’t come soon,” he declared, as resolute as if he had full control over it, as if this was a game to which he knew the ending. In some way, Kaz planned on turning it into that. “I can expend more resources.” I will expend more resources. “I don’t much like leaving things unfinished.”

And I’m not done with you.

For the second time in as many minutes, Baizhu could only blink at his companion's response. Just as quickly, his expression smoothed back to that ever-patient smile, if not still stiff due to the nature of their conversation.

Their partnership had stood the test of time and loyalties, and was beneficial to both sides. Naturally, then, there'd be no reason for the parameters to ever change. It made perfect sense. Baizhu expected nothing less.

"You know, I'm of the belief that we control our lives and our fates for ourselves. I refuse to let an illness seal my fate any more than I would let a person, or even an Archon, make that choice for me. Maybe it's presumptuous of me, but I've always thought that to be a similarity between us."

The doctor leaned back against the shelves, arms crossed loosely over his chest, watching Kaz with attentive curiosity. "Surely you've heard the saying, 'life is like a game of cards'? But of course, men like us are not merely complacent players. If I've been dealt a hand that I know can't possibly win, what should I do? Sit idly by, pretending my hands are tied and letting myself lose? Why shouldn't I do whatever it took to give myself a chance?" Golden eyes sharpened; piercing as a snake's fangs. "What would you do?"

The analogy got his point across. But, just maybe, there was a deeper meaning lurking within: a response that Baizhu didn't dare give directly when the parameters weren't his to change.

What else would it be? Why, anything else you wanted, of course. You are not complacent. You make that choice.

After a beat during which those laden words lingered, Baizhu went on, as matter-of-fact as ever, "There's no guarantee it will work even if I do find a way. As you said: it's a last resort. When every breath you take is borrowed and brings you closer to an inevitable early grave..." His lip curled wryly, a half-formed laugh escaping in spite of himself. "I don't expect you to understand that kind of desperation. So what if my search seems mad or hopeless? If there's anything I can do that might change the ending that has been written for me, to make it an ending that I want...how can I do anything but try?"

So saccharine...My, he was getting soft, wasn't he? Or perhaps Kaz had simply found his weak point at last, just like everyone else. With a shake of his head, "At least if my time does come, I can be at rest in the knowledge that I was of some value," he chuckled. A morbid sentiment, perhaps, but sincere.

[sunflowers-and-sweetviolets]

obsessed with him a normal amount

[angsty-art-ist]

been slow cooking a NMPD Monster High AU in my brain for a while now, so here are the nerds! height chart and design notes under the cut :]

Richie:

he’s a gillman/water monter (from Lake Michigan specifically) because of his fisher vest and the ‘wanna join the swim team’ line

in MH canon, freshwater monsters can’t breathe air, so he has a breathing aid around his neck like G3 Gil

cephalopod eyes as a nod to how he and Wiggly are both played by Jon

don’t ask how his fins go through the fishnets i truly forgot until i had already finished drawing him

it’s not shown here but he has pointy teeth like G3 Lagoona!

Ruth:

she’s a simulacrum/Frankensteinoid because of the planned NMT3 story ‘Frankenruth’

giant bolts inspired by Franken Fran’s Fran Madaraki that connect to her headgear and a sweater inspired by Soul Eater’s Franken Stein

shoes are lifted directly from a G1 Frankie fashion pack because they looked cute

one white streak like the Bride of Frankenstein rather than Frankie’s all-over highlights

not sure if the ‘mad scientist’ that re-animated her should be Hidgens or not. i think they would make a fun family duo… maybe that’s where she gets her love of musical theatre?

Pete:

he was going to be ‘son of the Goatman’ but i thought a ghost fit better :) no particular reason :)

the boxes on his chains are based on the Lament Configuration bc i always associate the Spankoffskis with Hellraiser

he’s always slightly translucent, but gets more visible in low light. he glows in the dark too!

his ghost was bound to Hatchetfield high after his death, for some reason. he’s been here a while- at least since bow ties were in fashion

no, those aren’t detention chains- this isn’t Haunted High. in the AU, in the living world, ghost chains work a bit differently

[jamminvroomvroom]

Charles jealous and possessive please! Smut 🔥

no mercy.

CL x fem!reader - 4k celebration ✨

in which lunch with friends turns into charles reminding you that you’re all his

first 4k request up! thank you so much for this, wrote this whole thing in like half an hour bc damn this took me back to my charlie roots. i hope u love this anon, and all my lovely readers - lemme know what you think

warnings: 18+!! minors GO AWAY! smut, swearing, slight breeding kink, use of “slut” (in the sexy way tho!), lando causing his usual chaos (feat. shit stirrer alex), dom!charles/sub!reader, minor hints of corruption kink, slapping like once, fluffy ending

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interesting.

the word you’d choose to describe this lunch is interesting.

charles’ hand seems to grow tighter on your thigh with every passing minute, or, to be more precise, every time lando speaks.

“so am i, ahem, are we gonna be seeing you at any races soon?” lando teases, raising an eyebrow, gesturing to alex sat beside him to cover up his slip of the tongue.

“i’ll be there whenever charles wants me there. maybe i’ll even get to see you win a race.” you laugh. you’re enjoying the company, but the impromptu lunch with the other two drivers seems to be riling your boyfriend up to new heights.

you know the brit is teasing him, and alex is lapping up the drama, stirring the pot. you certainly don’t mind if it keeps charles’ hand wandering higher up your leg. you’re just being polite, lando knows that, charles definitely knows that, but his tight smile and clenched jaw paints a different picture.

“i think we need to get going.” charles pipes up suddenly, after what feels like an eternity of silence from the monegasque man, and he throws a few hundred euros down of the table. “see you in bahrain.” he glares at lando pointedly, and extends his hand to you.

you take it, grinning apologetically at lando and alex, who both wear the same shit-eating grins. they know exactly what they’ve done and they’re lapping up the visible irritation they’ve concocted in their friend.

charles opens your door when you reach his ferrari, silently closing it and walking around to the drivers side.


“not a word.” he grunts.

his hand slips into your panties as he starts the car, and your head tips back against the headrest.

-

he throws you onto the bed, no mercy, nothing forgiving behind his rage filled eyes. you wriggle up onto your elbows, watching the way his shirt sleeves are haphazardly rolled up, the way his hands rub together. your thighs clench. his jaw is ticking, and you can see the cogs turning in his mind, ideas brewing.

there’s no warning before pounces, shoving your floral dress up your thighs. he’s met with white lace, intricately textured, gone sheer with your arousal from the way he’d toyed with you in the car, and he sighs deeply, pained.

“this is what you wear out under this slutty fucking dress?” charles glares down at you, yanking at the fabric. the band snaps back against your belly and you gulp, hard. “nothing to say?” he tuts. “you didn’t seem to have a problem talking to my friends.”

“wore it for you, promise.” you whisper, eyes wide, pupils blown. charles scoffs.

“did you really? because it seems like you’ve forgotten who you fucking belong to.”

you don’t get a chance to reply because you’re stunned into silence when a tear sounds from between your thighs. you see a flash of white when he discards your underwear, throwing them to the floor. charles forces your legs apart, settling onto his belly as if he wants to examine you.

“still soaked.” he hums, impressed. “question is, cherie, for who?” he tilts his head condescendingly and your squirm.

as if to torture you, his nimble fingers trace your folds, spreading the wetness he’s created. you buck your hips at the pressure, it’s not nearly enough, and a low whine sounds from the back of your throat.

“all for you, baby.” you promise. “please, charlie.” you beg.

“is my precious girl getting desperate? hm?” he finds your clit, circling it with the pad of his calloused thumb. you nod profusely, and he’s obsessed with your compliance. “now you know how i felt watching him want you.” he spits.

charles plunges two fingers inside of you suddenly, and you cry out, grinding your hips to his rhythm. the stretch is so delicious that you barely register the burn, not that it matters with the way he’s slicked you up already.

“baby, ‘m all yours.” you’re getting desperate now, pleading with your eyes as much as you can between squeezing them shut every time your tummy tightens.

“i’m not so sure, think you need reminding still.” charles smirks, and his pace increases tenfold.

all you can hear is the wet slap of his fingers slamming into your pussy, his other hand teasing at your clit, just barely touching it. it riles you up endlessly, and your belly aches from how tight you’re clamping down around his hand.

“wanna cum.” you slur, dizzy from the shockwaves washing over you.

“ask nicely.” charles quips sternly, slapping your thigh. it sends a jolt through you and you can’t help it, spilling around his long digits.

you expect him to stop, to punish you for disobeying him, but he fucks you through your orgasm until you’re spent. he’s grinning when you manage to open your eyes.

“so that’s how you’re gonna be, hm? you wanna act like a slut, cherie? because believe me, i’ll treat you like one.” he speaks concisely, slowly, his voice low and threatening.

he points to your dress. “off. now.”

you scramble to peel it off, throwing it off of the bed, and your bra follows suit. you lay there bare, studying him. if you didn’t know him, love him, you’d think he’s his normal self, but you can see the way he’s digging his nails into his palm, can see the way his neck is flushed red. he unclenches his hands to undo his jeans, just enough so that his cock is on display, red and aggressively hard. you wonder how long he’s been like that.

charles kneels at the end of the bed, shifting until he’s hovering over you. the head of his cock nudges your clit, spreading the remnants of your orgasm over himself and your cunt, watching the way it flutters at the pressure. and then he’s sinking in, slow, deep. he’s heavy on top of you and you revel in the weight of him, his scent.

he grins when he bottoms out, letting out a low groan. he stills for a moment, looks at you, brushes a few strands of hair away from your pink flushed face.

“apologise.” charles coos, mockingly. your eyes well with tears, so much pressure swelling in your belly.

“charles.” you whimper, attempting to thread your fingers through his hair, but he catches your hand, sweeping up the other, and pins both of your wrists above your head.

“apologise.”

and you can’t help but ramble pathetically.

“i’m sorry, charlie, love you so much, ‘m so sorry.”

the feeling of his hips hitting yours is like water in the desert: luxurious, essential. the pace he sets is brutal, utterly fantastic, a stark contrast to anything he’s ever given to you before.

this entire experience is surreal, he usually dotes, whispers lovingly into your ear as he gently coaxes orgasms out of you. this could not be anymore different.

the power he exudes, fully clothed, rocking into your quivering, naked body turns you on endlessly, unlocking a part of yourself that you’d never let anyone else see before.

“you like it better like this, don’t you, cherie? when i fuck you hard like this?” you nod frantically. “pretending to be the sweetest little angel when really, you’re nothing but a dirty fucking girl, letting him gawk at you. bet you loved it, all that attention.” charles grunts.

you arch into him, the elastic band in your core growing that bit too tight.

“maybe i need to fuck a baby into you, make sure everyone knows you’re all mine.” he whispers.

that’s all it takes. you reach your high instantly, spurred on by the filth he spouts. the tight, hot hold you have on him makes him see stars, and then he’s cumming, too, spilling warm and white into you.

it’s quiet for a moment, the air still, the smell of sex settling over the space. you relax into the bed, and gently, he pulls out of you. he smiles softly, fingers grazing your sweat dampened face. he unbuttons his shirt as he walks to the en-suite, returning to you shirtless and with a warm, damp cloth.

you smile sleepily as he cleans you up, wiping away the mess he’s made between your legs - as best as he can, anyways - and then he strips off his jeans, and clambers into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms so that your back is flush to his chest.

“was that okay?” he asks quietly. you roll over in his arms, raising your head to peck his jaw.

“more than okay.”

“i didn’t take it too far?”

“baby, it was perfect.” you giggle.

“you know i’m not mad at you, right? but i swear, if lando ever looks at you like that again, he won’t be having kids.”

-

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[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Summer With Them

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

ׂׂૢ Y’all have no idea how much i hate summer i defrost from vampire to weird nerd -1000 aura points or whatever they’re saying on the clock app

Anyways i finished this while at the laundromat

Ghost

Prefers summer nights to summer days or evenings

Sits on the porch at night with you listening to the cicadas sing

And during this time you can’t take showers together bc he won’t let you adjust the temperature, he takes his showers ice cold

Don’t ask me where I get this from but he vibes with that one Type O Negative song bc according to him it gives “summer” (iykyk)

Prob has sun sensitivity

Cannot leave the house without his sunglasses

And he avoids driving when the sun’s too bright

Soap

Bastard who enjoys summer #1

He likes summer because it means going down to the beach and showing off his muscles that stay clothed under uniform throughout the year

Wants to buy swimming trunks that’ll match your swimwear

He likes joining teens in volleyball and flying kites with kids

Loves going on walks on the beach at dawn and dusk

He once gave you a bad scare when making you think the dolphin fin in the water was a shark

Even if you’re at home he’ll drag you out of bed to join his morning walk and evening walks after dinner

Gaz

He’s content with summer

Will come up with tons of things to do

Picnics he prepares every weekend

Cloud watching

Catching fireflies in a jar and setting them free all at once to see them glow

Running his fingers through your hair as the breeze blows

Making lemonade together to stay cool outside

Buys a vintage camera to take lots of pics of you

On every evening walk you take together he picks something small like a leaf or flower and saves it

At the end of the season he gets everything together and creates a page in his scrapbook

Alejandro

Bastard who enjoys summer #2

He likes the feel of summer breeze on his bare skin and you look forward to seeing that ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Likes to sleep with the windows open at night

Blasts music

Carne asadas

Frequents the local ice cream shops to buy mangonadas

Throughout the entire summer your kitchen has fruits of all kind that he eats with tajin

Will take you for a drive around in his truck and then find a quiet little spot like a lake or mountain to park and sit on the truck bed watching the sky

Phillip Graves

Sits outside with sunglasses on and beer in hand

Calls for you to come out and sit with him to watch the sunset

Cookouts

Anytime you complain of the heat you better hope he’s not around to yap your ear off about some anecdote from when he was a child

“It’s hot” “Ain’t that hot” he responds whilst his face is sunburned bc he refuses to wear sunscreen

Will only wear sunscreen if you are able to catch him before he goes outside and apply it for him

Keegan

It seems like summer evenings are the perfect time to do stuff

For some reason likes to do things shirtless in summer: yard/garden work, mowing the lawn, washing the car..

You set up a chair on the porch to watch him

Falling asleep on a soft patch of grass under the shade of a tree

Will start a bonfire and sit around it with you for hours into the late hours of the night

Sometimes you’ll stay out so late with him that both of you fall asleep

König

He’s not fond of summer

Would prefer to stay inside but if you want to he’ll go out as well

Sprawls on the floor with the fan on

He’ll drive where you want to go and then sit in the car watching you

Prob keeps ice packs in a cooler to keep cool when going outside for a long time

He’d rather be outside when the sun starts to set and the sky turns orange

Sets up a hammock

Afternoon naps on the hammock with the gentle sway of the wind

Horangi

He likes summer and prepares for it

Just imagine him getting out a little backpack with a sunhat, sunglasses, sunscreen, water bottle, umbrella, cooling sleeves, etc…

That’s not for him tho that’s for you he puts on sunglasses and is good to go

During summer he loves going to markets and buying fruit bc that’s when it’s best

Lots of strawberries, grapes and tangerines

Constantly reminds you to wear sun protection

He likes being outside a lot actually and will take you to his favorite parks and places to hike

Nikto

The change of seasons does not affect him much

He’ll notice the change of weather one day and mention how much warmer it is

“It’s summer” “Oh, we should go camping soon…”

He’ll take you camping whether you like it or not insisting that you will like it

Sets a tent near the river to catch fish

He also likes to plant vegetables during the nice weather and bring them to you, proudly showing off his hard work rewarded

He likes to cook meals together and eat outside

[elizaleclerc]

l&ds headcanons

a hc post for all of the guys (except caleb im just waiting til we get his lore tbh)

Sylus:

would definitely get into twitter discourse over the most random topics. the man has strong opinions and will express them in whatever means necessary, even if that's arguing with a random on twitter.

sylus would find some odd type of joy in doing taxes, especially your taxes. he would stay up day and night crunching the numbers and going over the forms multiple times. hes just weird like that.

he would sing along to a musical with no shame, and YES he knows every word are you kidding? it's even worse if you are watching one with him because he will assign characters to everyone and force everyone to act out the parts.

listens to multiple genres of music and has hundreds of playlists for every mood. yall can debate on whether hes a spotify or apple kinda guy.

Zayne:

he likes using a nightlight to sleep and hatesss if there's not a fan going in the room at night. no i will not elaborate further.

not lore accurate obv but he gives oldest son energy- even better if he's the oldest child overall. the smooth sarcasm and protectiveness of the ppl he loves?!?!? screams oldest child behavior.

he's the type to leave a social interaction and rethink/regret everything they said and did to the point of no return. this shit would keep him up at night. even social interactions years ago haunts him.

he'll never let himself drink energy drinks (doctor behavior), not only bc he knows the bad side effects but you genuinely do not want to see him hyped up on caffeine.

Rafayel:

adversely to sylus, rafayel would get canceled on twt so fast. i imagine him beefing with sylus in a long thread and as a result of some outlandish opinion rafayel would get canceled. can't blame him, he's sassy asf and no one can stop him.

he has one playlist full of his liked songs and just hits shuffle whenever he wants to listen to music (freak behavior in my opinion)

if anyone criticizes his artwork he will intensely plot their demise in his head instead of hearing them out. this queen has an ego what can i say.

seems like the type to have had an "emo" phase in their preteens and would exclusively listen to top or paramore.

Xavier:

xavier has an insane long term memory but an awful short term memory. yes he can tell u what happened on a certain day three years ago but don't even think about asking him what he had for breakfast (he probably wasn't awake early enough for it anyway)

unlike zayne, you'd have to pry energy drinks out of xavier's hands. he cannot get enough. he's so sleepy all the time he pretty much can't function without some sort of regular caffeine intake.

xavier believed in santa probably way longer than any of his peers to the point where it was a little concerning. he's just full of holiday spirit.

i can see him not liking being alone for too long because even though he seems sleepy and quiet he really likes to yap ur ear off. at the end of the day he really loves company- even if its just the two of you sitting in comfortable silence.

fin <3

[prisiidon]

My zorasona Prin 🫧🪸 Catch me kittifying the carpetsharkS. insp from @capybonara’s prompts! She likes, finds comfort and feels closer to sea critters more than other zora. Tidbits under the cut~

Speckled Carpetshark | 6’5 | Sapphic | Autistic

lives in Caeruleis

one of Niles’s assistants (Sea Monster Biology). i'm not a biologist irl.

Her electroreceptors don't fkn work properly (how to detect/navigate via electric field) so she gets loST easily when venturing out and has terrible direction. Also cannot sense incoming danger that well

Has a tiny sea succulent collection, also collects pretty roks

Loves listening to music and can crY (good orchestra is 💦 ) sings and hums fav tunes to herself

Draws characters and sometimes other zora, also draws creatures for Niles’s books 

Used to be in hospitality RIP, and was a shelver in the grand Caeruleis library

Has a crush on Chroma ///

Had a dangerous encounter with Viscera right up in her face, gets all giddy thinking about it ////

Niles took her under his wing bc she has a knack at easing creatures, kept loitering and borrowing books in his collection, and he saw her art book filled with rare creatures. She just needed guidance and help with math lol. 

Mid sword skills, basic healing (mainly sea-critters) Tried to heal Bon the best she could when he got speared again by hunters, and when he was bitten by a ghost lamprey

Personality: Jesty, emotive, 0 social life, chill, odd, super tired, reserved, clumsy af, fixated, can be mischievous/playful, mimics to fit in, confuses easily, Benne Affeck smoking on balcony meme, rather shy and says ‘fuckn’ in her sentences alot. >:O >:\ expressions too. Also takes awhile to warm up to others! nO FEAR when it comes to sea monsters and gore tho.

Other: Wears Zoops (equivalent to Loop earbuds that decrease harsh sounds while still being able to hear ppl talking). also makes odd hand gestures. Likes hotsprings! more alert at night

INSP: i love the speckled carpet shark pattern i saw at an aquarium, plus her fin and body colour are my fav colours!

[poppitron360]

Okay so I might’ve mentioned that I’m writing a fic where the children of Percabeth, Solangelo, and Valgrace go on an epic quest to rescue their parents and the rest of the Seven from the clutches of evil and I’ve kinda been Hyperfixating on it for a while so here is the first character I would like to info-dump about.

Meet Finley Di Angelo-Solace!!!

He’s currently my favourite out of the Next-gen trio and definitely the one I have the most fun writing for. I genuinely love him sm.

Rant under the cut-

Fin is the son of Nico and Will, and was created using divine godly magic so is biologically both theirs (hey if Zeus can have a baby from his thigh this can happen)

His powers are a complex amalgamation of both of his parents: he can shadow-travel in sunlight, he can heal and talk to the dead and his main weapon is archery

He’s autistic

He has hypersensitive hearing (it could be an Apollo thing, it could be an Autism thing we don’t know. It’s probably both)

He prefers ranged combat partially because he is touch-averse and likes to keep his distance (also bc the other two characters both use melee weapons so I needed some variety)

I see your “Trans Will Solace” hc and I raise you- “Transmasc son of Solangelo who they love and support so so much”

He will INSIST on wearing a binder throughout the entire quest, rib cage be damned! (This will become a problem bc apparently you’re supposed to take breaks and you’re not supposed to do any physical exercise in them so running around chasing monsters is not gonna go well)

A big theme in the fic is gonna be “names have power- but the name you choose is so much more important than the name you were given”, a continuation of the theme from my Married Valgrace AU (which this is canon to) where Jason chooses to take Leo’s name instead of keeping the name of the mom that abandoned him. I feel like Finley would be a great character to symbolise this- someone who chose his own name.

His favourite colour is green/turquoise

Think of Nico’s scariest moment that you’ve read in canon or in a fic- where he is just a force of complete and utter darkness and death. Are you picturing it? Good. Now multiply that by ten. Now imagine someone tried to misgender his child.

The same can be applied to Will. No transphobe would dare mess with Solangelo’s boy.

He is childhood best friends with the two other main characters, Isabella and Olympia, and talks to them a lot but is kinda shy around everyone else.

He also has a major crush on Isabella- the daughter of Valgrace. I have so many cute hcs about those two y’all have no idea.

He is good with medicine and has a magic first-aid kit that acts a lot like Leo’s tool belt with replenishing supplies.

He loves Star Wars

While all the other characters’ POV chapters have regular PJO-style funny titles, all his chapter titles are TOA-esque haikus.

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