#omg sorry i died

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tag your new vegas ocs

[redgillan]

be careful what you wish for, king

[oleafia-art]

some golden guards + caleb

i wanted to take a break and do some character design of a few golden guards based off of some of the ones seen briefly in canon. i also drew hunter and caleb as references for faces and stuff. i tried to make them as similar as possible, but also looking very individual to one another. since belos claimed that hunter looks the most like caleb, i tried to stay true to that while keeping the other three looking similar but not quite as identical. anyways i love them <3 they’re like the most mentally ill family ever to me

these weren’t supposed to be real ocs or anything but then i ended up giving them names and backstories and so i wrote a little about them aaaand now im obsessed. i will try to make a full body ref for them, especially alistair and/or constance, if i have time

i apologize for my godawful handwriting 💔

[unassumingcavegoblin]

“solangelo has no chemistry”

“solangelo is only a thing because they’re sunshine x darkness”

“solangelo was rushed”

“solangelo is dumb”

NO. NONONONONO. BECAUSE USE YOUR BRAIN. HOW DID MICHEAL YEW DIE? TO TWELVE YEAR OLD WILL SOLACE DO YOU THINK HE DIED BECAUSE THAT’S JUST HOW EVENTS ENDED UP GOING? OR DO YOU THINK HE THOUGHT IT WAS PERCY’S FAULT LIKE NICO WITH BIANCA??

BUT HE NEVER SAID ANYTHING BECAUSE HE KNEW HE COULDN’T RUN LIKE NICO COULD. AND SO HE NEVER CONFRONTED OR PROCESSED THOSE FEELINGS SO HE RELIVES MICHEAL’S PYRE BURNING EVERY TIME HIS MIND BETRAYS HIM.

EVERY TIME HE SEES PERCY, DO YOU THINK HE THINKS OF HIM AS THE BOY WHO SAVED THE WORLD? OR DO YOU THINK EVERY TIME HE SEES HIS FACE, HE’S TWELVE AGAIN, HEALING PERCY RIGHT AFTER FINDING OUT THAT MICHEAL WAS DEAD AND IT WAS, TO HIM, PERCY’S FAULT??

EVERY TIME HE SEES PERCY, IS HE TWELVE AGAIN, LEE’S GONE, MICHAEL’S GONE, SO MANY PEOPLE ARE GONE, HE’S THE OLDEST IN THE CABIN NOW, AND HE’S TRYING TO HEAL ALL THESE TEENAGERS WHO ARE 3, 4, 5 YEARS OLDER THAN HIM WITH ALMOST NOBODY ELSE ABLE TO HELP, KNOWING THAT THEY ARE, IN HIS TWELVE YEAR OLD EYES, THE REASON THAT SO MANY OF HIS SIBLINGS ARE GONE??? AND HE NEEDS TO CARE FOR THEM AND HEAL THEM SO THEY CAN GO BACK OUT TO FIGHT SO MORE OF THEM CAN DIE????

WHAT ABOUT TWELVE YEAR OLD WILL, DESPERATELY TRYING TO KEEP HIS OLDER SIBLINGS ALIVE KNOWING FULL WELL THAT THEY WERE GOING TO DIE OF THEIR WOUNDS FROM BATTLE????? THE PEOPLE HE’D LOOKED UP TO SINCE HE FIRST ARRIVED AT CAMP, SHUDDERING OUT THEIR LAST BREATHS IN FRONT OF HIM??

AND THEN. AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN. HE MEETS NICO. THEY BOND. EVENTUALLY, NICO TALKS ABOUT BIANCA. HE TALKS ABOUT HOW SHE DIED. HE TALKS ABOUT HOW HE FELT LIKE IT WAS PERCY’S FAULT FOR SO LONG.

AND THEN FINALLY. FINALLY. WILL TELLS SOMEONE ABOUT HOW HE FEELS. ABOUT MICHEAL. ABOUT EVERYONE WHO DIED. ABOUT PERCY. AND HE’S FINALLY STARTING TO PROCESS HIS GRIEF. HE’S ACKNOWLEDGING IT IN A WAY OTHER THAN LAYING IN BED AT NIGHT, LOOKING AT THE CEILING BUT SEEING GLOWING PYRES AND SMOKE BLOSSOMING IN THE NIGHT SKY. SEEING BLURRED STARS, SHINING JUST AS BRIGHTLY AS BEFORE. EVEN THOUGH WILL’S OWN WORLD HAS GONE DARK. EVEN THOUGH GODS KNOW MANY PEOPLE’S LIGHTS HAD GONE DARK.

AND HE ENDS UP TELLING NICO EVERYTHING. IT TUMBLES OUT AND DOESNT STOP. ITS A WATERFALL OF EVERYTHING THAT NOBODY HAS HEARD. NEVER ONCE WAS IT SPOKEN. OR ACKNOWLEDGED. OR EVEN RESPECTED. IT WAS ALWAYS SHOVED TO THE BACK OF HIS MIND. BECAUSE THERE WERE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS.

WILLIAM ANDREW SOLACE HAS SPENT HIS ENTIRE LIFE PRIORITIZING OTHERS ABOVE HIMSELF.

NICCOLÓ DI ANGELO HAS SPENT HIS ENTIRE LIFE PRIORITIZING HIMSELF LESS THAN ANYTHING.

FOR WILL, EVERYTHING ELSE CAME BEFORE HIM. FOR NICO, HE CAME AFTER EVERYTHING ELSE.

THEY ARE TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN.

the post that inspired this was by @a-spell-so-exquisite :)

[kkoct-ik]

i like him

[heavensincarnate1111]

I AM THALIA GRACE’s #1 DEFENDER ALWAYS!!! it makes me so sad when people misunderstand her choosing to be a hunter and putting the prophecy on percy.

like it was ALWAYS gonna be percy, he was always going to be the prophecy child. a main theme of pjo is that you can’t escape fate, that’s why chiron asked percy why it was important for them to know the story about kronos trying to dodge his own fate. you can’t escape it no matter what and thalia knew that better than anyone (since she literally was a damn tree, she knew her fate wasn’t that of the prophecy child)

plus, thalia’s character development is so underrated. when we first meet her, she’s very headstrong and assertive. she likes to be in charge and doesn’t have any interest cooperation, just like her father.

but as ttc goes on, she learns to work together with percy and zoe and by the end, she realizes that she wouldn’t even be able to be the prophecy child because she just isn’t cut out for it. THATS THE MAIN FOCUS OF HER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!

the incident with the ophiotaurus showed her that she isn’t immune to temptation, she isn’t loyal to people, she’s loyal to power, just like her father.

and that’s the exact opposite of what percy is, which is why thalia gives up the prophecy because she knew it was never meant for her. it wasn’t out of her own selfishness (if selfishness was her motive, she would’ve kept the prophecy for herself!!!!)

and lastly, i really hate that “thalia didn’t think twice before putting the prophecy on percy but percy kept the prophecy bc he didn’t want to put the burden on nico” because it just shows even more how much thought was put into thalia’s decision.

like i said, thalia knew percy wasn’t loyal to power, he was loyal to people. he’s loyal to nico in a way and that’s why he doesn’t want the burden of the prophecy on him. that just shows EVEN MORE how much better suited percy was for the prophecy because thalia wouldn’t have been able to make that decision. and she knew that.

TLDR: they will never make me hate you thalia grace.

[iheartgirlzn]

I THINK SOMEONES SAID THIS BEFORE BUT!! IMAGINE THE (GREEK) GODS CHILDREN ARE CURSED BY THE STYX. HEAR ME OUT.

obviously, zeus + poseidon + hades all swore on the styx to have no more kids… but they did. and i was thinking what if their kids are cursed because of it (because obvi the gods are gods so they won’t be effected).

SO:

thalia grace, daughter of the god of the skies → has a fear of heights

percy jackson, son of the god of the sea → has a fear of drowning

nico di angelo, son of the god of the underworld (where it’s basically always night) → has a fear of the dark

ANYWAYS I WAS THEN ALSO THINKING ABOUT THEIR ROMAN COUNTERPARTS AND THEIR KIDS!

are jason and hazel cursed too? obviously jupiter + neptune + pluto didn’t swear that they’d stop having kids so does it count for them as well? BECAUSE

jason grace, son of the god of the gods → has a fear of leadership and making important choices / he’s indecisive (or something like that.)

hazel levesque, daughter of the god of underworld (where the river lethe is, which is related to memories) → has a fear of her past

[hawkfrostandmudclaw]

[aromanticannibal]

I don't think I'm ever getting over izuku pulling kacchan's tie. what was he (horikoshi) thinking

[cut-aare]

Scribble dump ft. MK and Red Son!!! (More of a blending mode and brushes experiment)

[mediumgayitalian]

fic rec friday 6

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

Will and Nico Sitting in a Tree by percyspandapillowpet

Nico rolls his eyes. “Can’t believe I used to have a crush on that guy,” he mumbles, and then immediately covers his mouth. Oh gods. “What—what?” Will asks. “You what?” Nico turns away, burying his face in his hands. “I—I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

this one made me giggle oblivious nico always does. "Like absolutely clueless sons of Hades" yes you tell him will!! will is such a brat w the biggest eyeroll problem in the world i adore him. i know he has literally strained his ocular muscles before

2. (Im)perfect by percysandapillowpet

He was thankful his suit was black, because he was starting to sweat through it. His stomach wasn’t holding up well, either. He hadn’t eaten anything in hours, but he felt like he was going to throw up any second. He stood in the bathroom still, now holding a wet cloth to his forehead. His hand was shaking, causing the water to drip down his sleeve. Why was he so nervous?

i am weak for proposal fics and have been my whole life. 'marriage is an instituation' blah blah blah. its FUN. i LIKE READING IT. and this was CUTE AS HELL. the namebadge especially was the cutest ever touch truly

3. As Long as I'm Getting Paid by percyspandapillowpet

Nico raised his eyebrows, using his shoulder to hold the door open. “Hi. What do you want.” Will smiled, but he shifted his feet. “Can’t a friend just stop by and say hi?” “No,” Nico replied. He then moved to close the door and retreat back into his cabin, but Will lunged forward and caught it. “Wait!”

walking up the scary badass to kill the spider will never not be funny. like yes of course befriending the most dramatic kids in camp will have dire consequences for nico and those consequences will involve waking up at odd hours in the night to do the Dumbest thing possible ever

4. Two Boys, Being Straight, Doing Straight Things by percyspandapillowpet

“Remember, dessert makes her sleepy. She’ll be out by seven-thirty, and we’ll have the rest of the evening to ourselves.” “Fair point,” Ms. Solace says, handing Will and Nico each a pie wrapped in tinfoil. “We can probably hold out til then.” Will glances at the clock above the stove. “One more hour.” He glances at Nico with a grin. “And then we can be gay again.”

i love this fckn series i have to have read it like fourteen times. i love seeing them gay and older and disastrous. and this whole concept of having to pretend to be straight for wills dumbass homophobic grandma will never not be funny

5. Even If It's Forever by @wintersky101

Nico doesn’t like to be touched. Will respects that, of course, even though he’s got a lot of hugs he wants to give him. Sometimes, though, Nico doesn’t mind, and those are some of the moments Will likes best. Or, five times Will didn’t touch his boyfriend, and one time he did.

this was such a soft and wonderful character study. the soft slow build and determined communication...yeah this fic was written with such care and you can tell

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Tim with troy’s daughter Callie back in ‘15 😎 figured this might be ✨useful✨to you (slash figured you’d wanna see it hehehe)

I'm dying wtf this is so fucking cute?? Teeny weeny tiny winey little baby with her silly lil headband that is holding back absolutely no hair 🥹😭

[xxlady-lunaxx]

obanai and the thing about him hating praise towards his scar+obamitsu

obanai sat, hands fidgeting on his lap. his bandages rested on his shoulders where kaburamaru was usually perched—the snake was curled on his arm now, diligently watching. somehow, it felt like obanai had been stripped naked. the cool air against his entire face, the lack of restriction when he moved his jaw, it felt unnatural, almost. he might as well be more comfortable without clothes than without his mask. he wished mitsuri would speak. but they’d been sitting in silence for a while and, though he could feel her gaze on him, he couldn’t discern it. finally, after what felt like forever, he forced his eyes to flick back up.

mitsuri was sitting still, hands curled on her knees. her expression was one obanai hadn’t seen on her before, but pretty nonetheless. except he couldn’t find it in himself to appreciate it now. not when his entire being seemed formed of anxiety and he was barely containing himself from squirming. it was all he could do to not jump up and run far, far away. but he was trying. he wanted to stay. for mitsuri.

noticing his attention, mitsuri composed herself. her brows were furrowed, but they relaxed slightly as she smiled at him. her cheeks were their natural rosy pink, and they puffed up with her effort to say something. in a way, she was just as worried as obanai. anyone could tell it was a touchy subject.

after a moment, she mustered up the courage to move closer to him. abandoning the comfortableness of the cushion she’d been sitting on to sit directly in front of obanai. with a quick affirmation, her hands slipped under his hair, cupping his cheeks. her thumbs traced the edges of his scar, sending a shiver down his spine.

“iguro-san…” she whispered. despite the softness of his name on her tongue, it cut through the silence. obanai jolted, more surprised by her speaking than her touch.

“y-yes?” he asked, straightening. he felt like he was being called out. her fingers burned against him where skin met scar. he wished she wouldn’t touch it. as if, by doing so, the filthiness of it all would transfer to her like a disease. he felt guilty, even. allowing her to do this. allowing her to act so caring to someone who didn’t deserve any bit of it.

mitsuri’s eyebrows dipped down again, her expression a mellowed bittersweet. she let her hands fall, resting them on top of obanai’s. she squeezed gently, her skin soft as her fingers soothed him. “you shouldn’t have to hide this… you’re… very pretty, iguro-san,” she murmured. her voice was oh, so quiet. and, for the first time in his life, obanai hated it. not her voice, itself. but it was wrong. her mouth forming those words. here, now. with her gaze tracing the years filled of agony on his face.

unable to help it, obanai jerked away. he slipped off his cushion, nearly tumbling down. he managed to settle on the floor, the pillow a distance between them. his fingers knotted into the fabric of his pants. there was a sharp, belated gasp, sounding sweet despite everything. obanai couldn’t find it in himself to apologize. instead, he choked out a shaky, “i’m… not… pretty. it’s not pretty.”

“i… iguro-san,” mitsuri tried. but today was a day for firsts. so obanai interrupted her.

“what happened to me wasn’t pretty. none of it was pretty.” obanai’s throat felt hoarse, his words gravelly.

mitsuri stumbled. she hesitated. then, tentatively: “i didn’t mean…”

obanai shook his head. his hair rustled. his bandages slipped. kaburamaru was suddenly on guard. he hissed, but obanai was quick to coax him away. petting the snake gently, vaguely comforted as he soothed his friend.

“iguro-san… i’m sorry… i meant”—mitsuri looked down, her action only visible from the way her braids shifted. obanai was avoiding looking at her—“i meant that nothing could… get in the way of you being perfect.”

the words tasted bitter in the air. “i’m not perfect, either, kanroji.” obanai spoke flatly. he couldn’t understand what mitsuri couldn’t comprehend. but he felt almost sorry for her. that he was nothing she wished he was. he was far from perfect.

“you are,” mitsuri insisted. before obanai could interject, she added, “perfection doesn’t have a solid definition. some people think ‘perfect’ means their ideal person. some people think it doesn’t exist. but i think that what makes a person perfect is that they’re them. it can come in so many varieties. and you’re one of them, iguro-san. i’m sorry i came off as… insensitive, earlier. but this is what i meant.”

finally, obanai looked up. he was gaping, he knew. a flicker of amusement passed by mitsuri’s eyes. she must enjoy playing games of pretend. it took obanai several moments to speak. because he almost wanted to believe it. but he knew, as a fact, that she was only amusing herself. amusing both of them.

“you’re wrong,” he said. he pushed enough confidence into his words, allowing them to taste strong as they rolled passed his lips. “i wish- i’m sure we both wish. that what you said was true. but it’s not. if you knew- if you’d seen… you would realize. you’d agree with me.”

only a beat of silence, this time. mitsuri was indignant. “perfect people don’t have to do everything right, all the time, iguro-san. we’ve all done stuff we regret. we’ve all done bad things before,” she said firmly. she looked like she wanted to move closer but was holding herself back for his sake. he let himself appreciate it.

“that’s not it. it’s different. it’s more than just something i did.” obanai returned to staring at the ground. his fingers itched to rewrap his bandages. “it’s worse.”

“it couldn’t be,” mitsuri said quietly. “if you didn’t even do it, then—“

“you just- you don’t get it!” obanai snapped, abruptly. his head jerked back up so he could look at her. his fingernails dug into the palms of his hand. “you wouldn’t understand! just- just stop! stop trying to pretend that i can be a better person, when it’s written in my god damn blood that i can’t! you’re just- you’re the perfect one, okay? i can’t compete! i don’t want to! so stop acting like i ever could!”

mitsuri was stunned, her eyes wide. but her surprise seemed purely on his outburst, shying away from his words. why wouldn’t she just let it go? accept that he could never be anything good? he hadn’t anticipated this when he’d worked up the idiocy to show her his scar. he’d almost hoped she’d be scared away. or, at the very least, finally see his flaws. realize he isn’t as great as she thinks he is. and yet all she can muster to understand is that none of it is a good memory.

when the silence stretched on, obanai’s shoulders slumped. he hated that she refused to see it. but he hated himself equally, if not more, for pushing it all onto mitsuri. as if he wanted her to carry his own burden. this was all so stupid. he never should’ve done this.

he turned away, making a quick work with retying his bandages, the movements precise and practiced. when he spoke this time, his voice was considerably quieter. almost meek. “please, kanroji,” he mumbled. “i’m sorry. please forget any of this happened.”

then he stood. he heard her calling out, maybe following him too, but he forced the temptation of her voice away. replacing it with the shock on her face instead. allowing his guilt to guide him out and away. kaburamaru moved back to his usual place as obanai rushed home. but this was how it should be. kaburamaru on his shoulders, his bandages wrapped tightly around his jaw. tucking away and repressing everything that shouldn’t be shown. the only evidence of his visit was mitsuri, who was left standing by the doorway. he could only hope she’d heed his advice and forget what had happened. it was only for the best, after all.

[c-kiddo]

watching current ep moments and i wish i liked bells hells more 💔 (/lh its fine) but they are lacking something that makes me personally Connect with them. they kind of just slip off of my brain after i see a clip of them (part of why im 50something eps behind. but mostly also i was busy the past year)

[askblueandviolet]

Ejem, dear macaque...DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!!

Baihe, dear, what do You think of your first training session? And Your new mentor, they are not the best but they aren't the worst, right? :D

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I literally followed you for more Zukka content while I wait for an update. Good soup

the wait is almost over this weekend I will post the new chapter I promise but until then I’ll make sure to reblog all this insanely badass awesome amazing zukka week content!