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Art posts rarely get any notes but here’s some late night ShinKami doodles🫡

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I’m currently working on a sweet Solangelo fic that of course has a bunch of traumatised Nico and sad sir. Sunshine angst because I’m me and nothing I write cannot have angst.

Also because Leo has the best base for angsty oneshots and fics (I have one cooking on my laptop)

TWs panic attack

Leo couldn’t sit still. The faint sound of the passing ocean in the background and the comforting silence usually calmed him but at the moment, he couldn’t get his brain to shut up. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about the guilt that overwhelmed him. He’d failed too many times. The little screw-ups in the engine room that no one else would notice but him, the wires in his personal projects that were twisted from some part that didn’t affect the piece itself, but Leo’s sanity. The bigger things like letting himself be fucking mind controlled into bombing the Roman camp, unintentionally getting in between Frank and Hazel who obviously deserved each other, annoying everyone on the Argo II and not stopping until Jason would tell him to.

He got up off his bed and walked laps around his cabin. It wasn’t spacious, it was just like everyone else’s. There were bolts and wires lying around on the small table, there were some oil stains on the bronze coloured rug and of course, the biggest shit stain standing in the middle of the room. Him.

Leo got out of the room. He walked silently down the hallway and into the engine room, hoping he woke no one.

This is the only thing I’m good for anyway.

He thought and moved to stand in the middle of the room. He listened to the pistons and gears turning and moving in the correct ways to keep the ship running. He could see everywhere where he and the other Hephaestus campers had made the pipes a tiny bit imperfect, he could see every part where they’d missed the correct measurement by a millimetre. It was driving him mad.

He hated it when he got like this. Usually it was fine, he could brush the mistakes off and he could just talk over the guilty thoughts but now he was alone. In the sound of the engines. He didn’t even notice his breathing growing faster. He barely noticed as he whipped around and ran up to the deck.

The cool breeze hit him in the face as he stumbled to the railing and looked over the vast sea. The sound of the waves drowned in the sound of his own thoughts. Too slow, too fast, both at once. He should breathe. Jason and him had talked about it once, one time when Piper had been sleeping during their search for Hera. Jason had told him about his time as praetor, or what he could remember at least. He’d told him about choppy memories of some girl with a panicking disorder thingy. He’d said that Reyna had told that girl to breathe in and out or something, one time she’d had a panic attack in the middle of a battle. He tried to remember it but all he reached with that was the mental image of Jason staring at him with those pretty blue eyes of his, exasperated by something dumb he’d said.

He tried to breathe in, out, in and out slowly. It wasn’t working like it was apparently supposed to. He tried again but it felt like he was suffocating no matter what he did. That probably made it worse, he didn’t know.

Leo dug his nails into his arms, hoping that the pain would ground him, snap him out of it, anything.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think like he was supposed to, he didn’t-

“Valdez.” A voice behind him said firmly. Leo couldn’t really reply, his feet gave out and he fell to his knees, clutching his arms with all the strength he could muster up.

“Vald- Leo!” The voice snapped and Leo recoiled as he felt a cold, eerily bony hand on his shoulder. He backed against the railing and looked to see Nico di Angelo crouching down behind him with an odd expression. It was the most emotion he’d seen on the face of the son of Hades aside from anger. Or brooding. Did that count as an emotion?

The surprise tricked Leo into breathing for a moment before the feeling of suffocation came crashing back.

“Leo, breathe with me.” Nico ordered. His voice was commanding but not unkind. He took a deep breath, held it for three seconds and exhaled slowly. He repeated the action.

“Inhale, hold exhale.” Nico had an accent. What was this the first time Leo was noticing it? He shoved the thought aside and did as Nico told him. It surprised him that it actually worked.

Soon, the panic had subsided enough for him to speak.

“Why-… what?” Leo panted.

“Anxiety attack.” Nico replied awkwardly and took a step back from Leo, assuming he’d want space.

“Why do you know how to help?” Leo didn’t want to seem like he didn’t appreciate what Nico had done for him, it was plain curiosity.

“I-..” Nico hesitated. He stared at Leo before answering. “I used to have those in new Rome. Some better some worse.” He added as if he was unsure.

They just stared each other before Nico turned and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“We aren’t talking about this, ever.” His accent was definitely European, and it was sort of bouncy in a way. Nico walked to a shadow and sort of melted into it. What a strange boy.

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I created an OC who killed her entire class in a fit of insanity and laughed maniacally after

LOVE YOUR OCS!!! YOU DID GREAT ON THEM!! EVEN IF THEYRE OVERPOWERED!! EVEN IF THEYRE EDGY!! EVEN IF THEYRE CLICHE!! YOU PUT SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT INTO THEM AND YOU SHOULD LOVE THEM AND LOVE YOURSELF FOR MAKING THEM!!! 

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Made some Picrews of myself yesterday.. I really want the earrings the last one has

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a bunch of solangelo working at the infirmary headcanons because i am a jester and I am here to give enrichment to the people

- They can’t help themselves when there is a chance in sight to be little shits together. Sometimes a patient - almost always an Ares kid - will be stubborn and go “You know, theres is no need for all those meh and bleh about a bunch of dumb stitches. I know the drill. I am strong. It won’t open up with some fights.”

And immediately Will is gonna go “Actually, there is something called the Interior Opportunity Wound Sydrome. You think your wound is healed and then, baam! In the middle of a fight, your arm fails. It doesn’t show or even hurt that much. Just makes you lose control. My great, great uncle ended up shooting himself like that. His last good knee. Rest in peace.”

And Nico would go without missing a beat. “At the Lotus Hotel, there was this incredible pro-player of dance dance revolution… The wound was on his legs. It was a Lady Gaga song. Bad Romance… Well. Let’s just say he didn’t make to the last Rah-Rah-Roma-Roma-ma.”

And they would go with those lies, making them bigger and bigger until someone hit them with a “Are you freaking fucking with me right now?” (And it’s probably Drew Tanaka hitting them. She doesn’t have patience for whatever is going on with those “weirdos mating rituals” of them)

- Since the infirmary is at the big house, sometimes they simply don’t go back to their cabins and stay there. But they don’t go to any of the rooms too.

They get cramped in this little balcony, relying on the curtains and the fact that no one looks there to just… Stay. Breathe. Whatever. Will used to be alone there because he couldn’t sleep facing the emptiness of the Apolo cabin after the battle of manhattan. It had slowly become a habit. Now, he lays at Nico’s thighs. Sometimes Nico teaches him italian words. Sometimes he asks things about Will’s childhood. Other times they eat fruits. Others they experiment with new foods. They always fall asleep on the floor, with Nico on Will’s chest. Will needs to hold Nico and keep him there. And Nico needs to hear Will’s heartbeat so he knows he’s alive.

- Angst and Sufjan Stevens songs aside, they can’t see anyone but each other even in a room full of people. So they make games and bets the whole day of work.

A random day, Will says that every time someone walks in with a led sneaker, the first one who says “led” to the other will make a point. At the end of the day, the one with more points will be the winner. By the end, Nico kisses Will to shut him and get advantage. Kayla sees it and throws her led sneaker right in the middle of their faces. It lights pink.

- On public displays of affection. They usually keep to themselves. A place full of antiseptic and needles isn’t the most romantic. Drew says they “reek of love” doesn’t matter what they do and sneezes more than once in front of them. Kayla says they sometimes “eyefuck too much” and it’s nasty. On calm days, Austin picks up a guitar and plays whatever his spirit tells him. That is how they end up waltzing to acoustic versions of Britney Spears.

- On private displays of affections. Will has a personal office. (It is actually just where they keep some paperwork. But there is a table, a chair and he does his homeschooling work there, no one else is fighting for that place). Abusing of his boyfriend privileges, Nico sits on Will’s lap like a giant black cat and takes the longest naps in the world there. Will says that this is probably what it’s protecting him for early grey hair. And pinches him when he tries to put his foot on the table. Taking out his last hypothesis.

- Will is used to be called “head medic” or “doctor” or “the infirmary guy” but Nico is definitely not buying being called “Will’s nurse” or “doctor’s secretary”. But Cecil tells him it could be way worse. Himself is an example. Years there and even after getting ‘holding medical stuff privileges’ he is forever stuck as the “Broom Guy”). Nico still complains. Lou Ellen tells that if he was so annoyed by being perceived as belonging to Will, he should stop walking around in his sweaters. Nico stops complaining.

- The younger campers with creep and dark-lord emo tendencies are the ones that love Will the most. Which is amazing. They talk mostly about their interests. Like history and how to properly hide a body. Sometimes they bring lovely presents like a piece of jewelry made with dead insects. Will cherish everything. However, following the pattern, the kids who usually jump onto Nico are the ones with the most gentle and summer time with ice cream vibes emanating from them.

The problem is that they don’t bring nice presents. They are mischievous. Little demons. One “please, I am so bored!” And sad little eyes and Nico is agreeing with painted nails, braids, tea parties and, gods help, monitoring arts and crafts.

- Since Nico does not deep socialize with anyone, everyone seems to think he is the perfect person ever to hold a secret. Nico, however, can’t battle against his impulse to sit down, drink coffee and immediately start gossiping with his boyfriend. And while he only tells secrets to Will, the walls on the infirmary are pretty thin. For the good or the bad the information is always delivered slightly wrong.

Once, Nico said to Will that Sherman Yang had a fight with his girlfriend Miranda Gardiner. In the general public, the news was that Sherman would fight Miranda in the front of everyone.

He didn’t’. Instead, Sherman stood on top of a table at lunch, ripped off his shirt, howled, and screamed from the top of his lungs he would never hurt the woman he loved. Miranda forgave him for whatever they had fought before. Nico wanted to puke. Will was shaking from the laugh he was holding. Kayla looked at them and said “They are exactly like you two.”

“Will would have been better. He would have taken his pants off too.” Said Austin, very serious. Nico thought he was going to die right there. Will didn’t denied the allegations and laughed until he cried.

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I love it when people try to mock Bernard or Jay by calling them “glorified OCs” ,,, like my brother in Christ what do you think a character IS

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Tumblr is odd because you’ll see a mutual post something really profound like “the birds still sing for those who listen” and you see them 5 minutes later saying something like “need to be pegged.grilled cheese style”

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Do not get me wrong, the canon titan’s tower incident was fucking great. I absolutely loved it and it’s one of favourites but it’s 5.11am and the thought of Tim being scared and crying while Jason is beating the daylights out of him just because he wants to scare Bruce and he hates the Robin mantle just makes me feel so good.

There is something so wrong with me.

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The Death Siblings. Past, present and future. Inspired by Sargent’s artwork “the children of a. wertheimein”.

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Tim Drake at the movies without a cute boy to hold hands with:

- bored, already deduced how the movie ends

- hand is cold :(((

- alone with no silly boy to whisper about the movie with

Tim Drake at the movies with a cute boy to hold hands with:

- not paying attention to the movie and instead having gay thoughts

- hand warm, safe and secure :)))

- silly boyfriend Bernard whispers his thoughts and ideas on the movie to Tim

- Tim already deduced how the movie ends but he's still having fun because he likes hearing Bernard's thoughts on the movie

- Bernard also probably messes with Tim by goofing around and throwing popcorn at him at some point and Tim throws popcorn at him in retaliation with a big smile

- Also again Bernard is holding his hand and Tim has the happy cat dancing in his head

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I got a fun idea for a JonDami oneshot so here it is:

(They are both older in this, around 16 or 17)

Damian was a tiny bit outnumbered. Seven thugs against one Damian was a little bit unfair, though he was very skilled. He fought with all the skill he possessed, but his opponents were bigger, there were e more of them and he had already suffered some injuries against other enemies. He didn’t know where Dick and Tim were, probably off fighting their own battles somewhere near.

He dodged one attack, tripped another and then felt a push on his back. Fun fact, they were on the roof of a skyscraper.

Suddenly, there was nothing under him and he plummeted straight down. He fell, fell, fell and braced himself for the impact and possibly dying. Then, he realised he wasn’t falling anymore. Someone had caught him, about twenty feet away from the ground.

“Damian Wayne, what on earth are you doing? Jumping off buildings I see.” Jon scolded as he flew up higher, away from the ground Damian would’ve splatted on if it wasn’t for him.

“Shut up, I didn’t jump! I was pushed.” Damian argued. He tried to ignore the fact that Jon was carrying him bridal style, hovering sixty feet in the air. He was not doing a very good job.

“Oh, so it wasn’t a clever ploy to fall into your boyfriend’s arms?” Jon teased.

“No, dimwit. Now do you mind putting me down?” Damian questioned irritably.

“Wow not even a thank you for saving your precious life? I’m almost offended.” Jon feigned offence as he flew down to the ground. He set Damian down, only to grab him again as he swayed.

“Are you ok?” Jon sounded more concerned.

“I’m fine, thank you. Falling from a building doesn’t do wonders for your balance though.”

“Need me to carry you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Haha, too late.” Jon scooped him up again and Damian had no voice but to go with it.

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Isn’t fanning yourself with your hand just basically doing the gay hand over and over?

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guys shut up they are sleeping

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I love this headcanon!! Works with my oneshot idea too.

Tim knew he should just stop. He knew it wasn’t healthy and he hadn’t even slept in… too long. Steph and Dick had been pestering him about constantly falling asleep in meetings and during family game night but he didn’t know how to stop. Bart, Cass and Kon would make discreet excuses for him if he started to seem like he was getting too bad to continue, which he really appreciated.

B kept piling on the work, but Tim couldn’t really blame him for it. It wasn’t like Tim told anyone he felt like he was drowning in his work and responsibilities.

His locker was different from most other students. It didn’t have posters or stickers, no photos of loved ones or anything like that. It had his books, some random papers and some old candy wrappers. That probably served to lower his mood from the rock bottom it had hit halfway through English class.

“Oi Timbo!” A cheerful voice erupted from the hallway. Tim groaned internally. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Bernard, he actually did. A bit more than he himself was comfortable with. It was just that somehow, every time he was down and going through it, no matter how well he hid it, Bernard could always tell. It annoyed the daylights out of him but he also felt kind of vaguely good about it. It was his thing. He didn’t want to tell people, he wanted them to notice. But obviously he’d get annoyed when someone miraculously did.

The blonde boy reached him and leaned on the locker.

“Whatcha doin’?” Bernard asked with a broad grin. Tim smiled back, though not as brightly.

“Just putting away my books. I have one more class left, then I get to go home and-“

Bernard cut him off.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his smile fading into concern.

“Huh? Nothing’s wrong. Why?” Tim lied.

“You have that look.”

“What look?”

“The ‘something’s wrong but I’m not going tell anyone and I’ll still expect people to read my mind and leave me alone while not giving anyone hints and then I’m going to be emo about it because no one can delete my problems’ look.”

Tim sorted his features into a look of confusion.

“What on earth does that mean?”

“You know.” Bernard stated.

“I don’t.” Tim persisted.

“Totally do. Now what’s wrong?”

“Don’t you have better things to do? Class?” Tim tried to deflect.

“Answer the question.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Without lying to me.”

Tim made a face at Bernard. This was really getting on his nerves.

“Don’t pout.” Bernard smirked again.

“I’m not pouting.” Tim denied.

Bernard suddenly grabbed his face and turned it from side to side, dramatically examining it. Tim’s cheeks tinged with a subtle pink and he prayed to any god that might be listening that Bernard wouldn’t notice.

“Looks like a pout to me.” The blonde smirked smugly. Tim batted his hand away and grabbed the books out of his locker.

He started walking away, hoping to be left alone. Bernard wouldn’t apparently take no for an answer and followed Tim.

“Oh come on, Timbo. Don’t get mad.” He sounded so smug and amused it made Tim want to kiss him and strangle him at the same time. Wait what?

“Fuck off!” Tim snapped at Bernard.

“Ohh.. so you’re overworked.” Bernard seemed to have caught that so fast it threw Tim off.

“What?! How did you-“ Tim sputtered.

“You get snappy when you’re overworked.” Bernard grabbed his shoulder to stop him from walking away. “We have the same class so I’ll tell the teacher that you got sick and had to go home.” Bernard then smirked and kissed Tim quickly on the lips.

“Get some sleep will you?” Then he walked off, leaving Tim red faced and too stunned to stop him.

Headcanon that out of the people close to Tim, only a few of them can tell when he's acting totally normal but actually having an internal mental crisis.

These people are Stephanie, Dick, Kon, Bart, Cassie and Bernard.

Other members of his family and friends, of course, care about him tremendously as well, but those mentioned above have some kind of built-in Tim Drake mental crisis detector that let's them easily see through him when he's trying to act completely fine.

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SOLANGELO HC (2)

jealousy cocoa puff would be SO attached to Will Solace. it would just tail or even clinging to Will all day, even in infirmary. and whenever Will asks nico which cocoa puff is this, Nico would just went red and brush it off (but he figured out anyway and find it cute yet funny)

I live by the idea which when Nico sleeps alone, the cocoa puff would be on the edge of the bed of just beside him, creating a blob or smthn. but when Will and Nico are cuddling together, they're like ants to sugar, they're like children seeking for attention from their parents. they would squeeze themselves anywhere, like scattering anywhere surrounding nico and will, sometimes maybe they yap and asking for attention.

YES COCOA PUFFS ARE CHILDREN AND NICO AND WILL ARE THE PARENTS, change my mind

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Every fandom, every ship has that one artist who's work is deemed canon like for PJO it's Viria, for Voltron, Klance specifically it's Ikimaru, for Marauders era it's Industrations