#dis meh

[mispronouncing-michaelangelo]

i have no idea how to colour 3zun in a way i like so uhhh,,, blue be upon all of them i suppose

[xieliancore]

ghost king!

[enement]

on patrol

[dootznbootz]

Fascinating how Polites, the character who is the personification of Odysseus' optimism and is only in 5 songs, is more grieved and appreciated than Eurylochus, a character who is his own person and is in 11 songs.

[lemonagrios]

The original Big 3 kids

[nelistry]

honestly the fact that nico di angelo ended up happy and with a hot bf with a chest tattoo and weird demon kids is literally the best possible ending he deserves it all

[mediumgayitalian]

The crooked, creaky door of the cluttered infirmary storage room pushes open and slams shut in the span of a second, just barely allowing someone to dart through. Nico jumps, banging his head on the shelf he’s hiding under, chomping full force on his lip to bite back a shout. The shadows, on lucky reflex, bend around him and shroud his face. The rest of him he tucks further into the forgotten corner between two filing cabinets, holding his breath.

Under the unflattering light of the single swinging lightbulb, Will looks dull.

A thin headband attempts to hold back his frizzy hair, although it does very little. Curls stick out oddly and many shorter hairs are plastered to his temples and the back of his neck. His skin is unusually lacklustre, even pale, except for the high flush around his cheekbones. The bruising under his eyes rivals Nico’s. He has been wearing the same scrubs for the last two days.

With one last look at the closed door, nothing but garbled voices filtering through the heavy wood, he slumps. He drops his face into his chapped and bleeding hands, heels pressed into his eyes, and holds them there for ten seconds, twenty. Slowly, with trembles so minute they are at first glance unnoticeable, his shoulders begin to shake. The long fingers flexed and tensed around his forehead curl tightly, and he twitches, whole body trembling, teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip to stop his chin from quivering.

It does not work.

The first sob is quiet. He catches it quickly, forcing it back down, breathing heavily through his nose and out his mouth to beat it back. The second follows quickly, though, and it’s harder to choke down. When his face crumples, his resolve goes with it, and his knees hit the floor, sharp crack swallowed by the stillness of the room. He curls forward until his nose nearly hits his knees, hands sliding through his hair and over his ears and settling finally clutching together in the dip of his chest, bouncing with every heave of his chest. It’s quiet, his crying, enough that every dropped tear can be heard as it hits the dusty floor. The only time his sobs are ever audible is when he opens his mouth, trying desperately to soak up enough air to catch himself, to carry himself through.

Mute horror holds Nico’s tongue hostage.

He’d escaped in here the second Will had been called away this morning, dragged for the umpteenth time to handle a crashing patient or a complicated hymn or to soothe someone’s nerves. For the past two days he’s been doing his best to monitor Nico and a handful of other front liners who’d exhausted themselves in battle, but his focus has been split and the infirmary has been crowded. Whenever he runs off to put out whatever fire had cropped up — sometimes literally — the whispers start, the glances, the skin crawling up Nico’s back. Nico can hardly tell anymore what’s the shadows and what’s the people around him, watching him out of the corners of their eyes like they’re waiting for him to bust out a scythe and a black hooded cloak and start reaping.

The storage room is supposed to be an escape. Out of the way and forgotten as it is, it is supposed to be the place he can hide for an hour, escape the heavy gaze of the rest of the camp, collect himself before braving it all again.

Clearly, though, he’s not the only one who thinks so.

There’s something disorienting about seeing Will Solace cry. In the few times Nico has spoken with him during his visits to camp, he’s been a barely-contained explosion of energy, whether talking Nico’s ear off with updates about people he barely knows and references he hardly understands or cussing him out for overextending himself. He’s used — as much as he can be to someone he’s only beginning to really get to know — to his wildly flailing hands and widely playful grin, his loud drawling voice, his painful, constant brightness.

His hands, now, clench until they’re bloodless, trembling. There is no hint of his wide smile or twinkling eyes, because his face is hidden by all the hair that his given up on the pretence of the hairband, and the only sound from him are his gasping breaths and swallowed-back sobs. Nico watches him because he cannot look away. He flinches because every cry, every rough, scraping inhale, sounds like shattering rock, like an iceberg breaking off a glacier.

A quiet beeping startles them both.

For a stretch of time Will is motionless. The beeping continues, steady and soft, bouncing off the cluttered shelves and fading before they echo. After the third round — and Nico counts, if anything for something to do besides watch the chafed skin on Will’s hands crack and bleed with every flex — he drags himself upright, nails drawing lines in the thick dust of the floorboards, and rests back on his heels. He breathes for a moment, shuddering, hands pressed flat to his face; in, beep, beep, beep; out, beep, beep, beep. None of his breaths are ever steady, but he wastes no more time, swiping under his eyes and pinching his cheeks to restore his face to some of its usual colour. He grips onto each board of the shelf to his right as he yanks himself upwards, hand over hand, until he’s stretched, finally, to stand, although there remains a slouch to his broad shoulders.

The beeping continues, emanating from the watch on his left hand, growing softer or louder as he trails his fingers over the shelves from one end to the other, from the first, the second, the third. He pauses finally on a collection of bottles, turning them carefully to read the labels, then tucks them each gently into his already bulging pockets until he is left with what he must carry between his fingers.

The shadows bend to cover Nico again as Will turns, unknowingly facing him, and pulls himself suddenly straight-backed, chin set high, shoulders squared. He smiles, wide, fractured, squinting his eyes deliberately. The beeping stops. He breathes, in, smile, out, nod, and turns, striding, back to the door, opening it with flourish and swiping the dust off his clothes.

“Found them! Sorry it took so long, I really had to look —”

The door swings shut behind him, cutting off the rest of his sentence.

Nico stares at it with bile churning in his too-empty stomach.

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art by the incredible @clingonlikeclingwrap

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

watched Troy 2004 in cls tdy my teacher tried (unsuccessfully) to skip all the steamy scenes lmao

if you don't look too closely it looks Fine my art genes died in the middle of doodling Helen n Paris

[murasaki-cha]

To all of you who say Nico and Will are too cringe I would like to pinpoint these two things:

THEY ARE 15!?!? Who wasn't absolute cringe when they were 15? And on their first relationship no less!

This is literally a book for middle schoolers

And people are too used to the fanon characterization of them

[biggestqiblifan]

....

Why is it hitting me with such force that....

The Percy Jackson characters are fucking millennials.

.....fuck

[mispronouncing-michaelangelo]

"It was always stuck on the happy color," he gave a dry chuckle. "Even at the hospital. That's how we knew it was all bullshit." 

okay but like,, what is he WAS happy,, what then huh xue yang,, what if he was able to find peace and happiness knowing that his family was there with him,,, what about that??

based on the fic the thread that binds us by @wifiwuxians

[hornyimpulsivity]

drew this half a year ago for my bf's bday cus Shuji's his ✨daddy✨ but kinda forgot ab it so sharing it now

[cat-and-fox-hub]

Exclusive Night

Made by Cat, aka Researcher Serif/AW

A somber tune, a blessed night; his screen crackles softly as he sits, more than content with you asleep in his arms. Dear beloved, know that he will shed his coat for you and you alone. It's easy to forsake the sea of static lights if it meant staying by your side. (The love he holds for you spares no expense.)

Who doesn't wanna be cuddled by a large TV unit who cradles and holds you so warmly yet protectively like a precious treasure to be kept safe?

Just like every other OC I have, there's almost no introduction to my goobers as they just suddenly slide into your peripherals lol.

Anywaes for those that don't know, meet [L_TM-WF4335], aka, Gin! My quiet, most handsomest large TV boi!

Main things to know 'bout him is that his head tends to shift in model/type every so often, he always covers up one way or another, he loves his precious savior, you, deeply, and he'll never part with his coat if he can help it.

(You're the only exception. Beloved dearest, guiding star of his life.)

For those that know of my goober (lookin at u @lens-guy-art /silly), we got a lil puzzle for u. Gin is partially inspired by a Celtic being in its mythos, there's hints in the flavor text and here, what do u think it is? U get cookies if u rite!

Either wae, hope u enjoy this Jouice™ of ours!

(_ ˶^ ヮ^˶)/ ♬♪

(Also, psst! TV Enjoyer Extraordinaire™ @lensman-arms-race, mayhaps this beest something thou wouldst enjoy? /silly)

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[charbon69]

🎃SPLATOWEEN IS CUMIN UP🎃 spooky month has begun!! 🎉👻🎉☠️🎉🧟🎉🎃🎉🐺🎉🦇🎉🪄

heres a redraw of the sanitized trend:>

Well, less redraw more like the frame b4 or after last year's lmao the quality difference is staggering tho, original under the cut incase ya havent seen it :D

Wow art progress :D

anyway I love Lil buddy sm 🫀🫀🫀🫀 my bestie my homie smallfry :>

🐙🐟🪸🦑:> Happy Halloween yall❣️

[lesbianfakir]

It’s funny 2 me that people treat princess and the pauper as the quintessential gay barbie movie (aside from diamond castle) because not only do Erika and annelise have only a few minutes of screen time together, but princess and the pauper has some of the most likable fleshed out kens of any barbie movie. I’m kind of defensive of them like Julian is a kind, endearing nerd who puts his life on the line to save annelise’s marriage to another man even though he’s in love with her. They have among the best chemistry of any barbie couple and what I find charming is it’s clear Julian loves annelise for her intelligence.

Then we have Dominick, who I think is fucking crazy in the best way. He tried to bust the lady who catphished him out of jail because he grew to know her better than anyone else in the span of a week. They have a genuinely sweet duet and a shared love of music. Not to mention when she turns down his proposal, he takes it in stride and still gives her the ring with no strings attached.

I’m sorry for liking the bland barbie men but these guys are awesome! If you want a gay barbie movie I highly recommend mermaidia, elina is CLEARLY a lesbian with a huge crush on nori. Yes nori ends up with a man but you can Chappell roan the fuck out of that situation also Nori has two hands. I wish people talked about this movie more because nori gets the screen time with elina usually reserved to a male love interest in other barbie movies. You get to watch their relationship grow from a begrudging partnership to a genuine friendship and it’s really sweet.

Anyways tldr yes annelise and Erika have a gay vibe but Julian and Dominick didn’t cunt the ever loving fuck out of that movie just to be shunted to the side like women in shounen. They LITERALLY all married each other. This was never the gay barbie movie. It was the poly barbie movie.

ANYWAYS STAN JULIAN GOODNIGHT

[nomidreams]

"maybe we're not people who are allowed happiness" this "maybe we're not meant to be happy" that, keyleth and vax are so fucking sad my guts are twistin' im sobbing