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that moment i have an idea for an animated short and i spend the next half hour like this

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yuri's your yaoi :P

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was working on fem solangelo

but i have been pulled away to stalk my roommate on his date and i am eating hot pot

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Underrated solangelo hc and dynamic: overprotective Nico.

You cannot look me in my eyeballs and tell me that the boy who has lost nearly everyone he cared about in one way or another would not deliberately protective over the people he has left. And, unlike most other people, Will isn’t much of a fighter. He’s no push over, but compared to say Percy or Hazel he would need it in a way they wouldn’t.

Imagine Nico getting the nickname “shadow” not because of his powers but because he’s literally 2 inches behind Will at any given time. Imagine the first capture the flag game they play he’s not even going after the flag because he’s too busy keeping an eye on Will the entire time (RIP to whoever manages to make a scratch on him, you are now on Nico’s shitlist for Life). Imagine Will going to visit his mother and Nico acting as his personal escort the entire time.

Will finds this mildly annoying until he realizes that campers (especially Ares) are listening to his advice more and arguing less because Nico is right behind him, glaring the fear of God into them every time they get snappy. Then he’s all for it and makes it Nico’s official role in the infirmary. Within two weeks the number of injured campers hits an all time low because people are 1) actually following medical advice and healing before doing more Dumb Camp Shit and 2) actually doing Dumb Camp Shit safer so they don’t have to face Nico in the infirmary again.

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me drawing porn while @mediumgayitalian and @the-ghost-king are fighting over a folder

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Hello! I know we have never met before it's lovely to meet you everyone calls me Ghost, I hope your day has been lovely :) We are organizing a campaign against Jackie for the horror of the word "duotang" being acceptable in a fic- will you join our cause in standing up to the evil of trying to put this word in a fic from Will's pov? Will you join our cause and join forces in this great fight?

https://www.tumblr.com/the-ghost-king/787109966642348032/you-seem-like-a-kind-and-reasonable-person-excuse?source=share

i will be frank i have absolutely no idea what a duotang is, i live under a rock like a strange spirit that only comes out when the temperature is 65 degrees fahrenheit.

i will supply the catering for your campaign, however. chipotle ok?

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hi babe i was just wondering if we could know how the Vault was doing for your possible patreon posts! i really dont mean any pressure of the sort, just genuinely curious how it’s going

it’s still under construction!! i’ve added a few things but i was out of the country for a month, lost my job, and got sick consecutively so it’s been rough out here 😓

i promise you it is coming!

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just gonna

pop this right here.

I see your “Bianca would love Will” and I raise you “Michael would love Nico”

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baby will solace awwwwww awwwwwwwh awwwww

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do you have any headcanons for Will losing his leg I would like to see where this came from and I love some headcanons

I also love your art so much ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

it originally came from me re reading witch hat atelier and thinking about how amazing disability is represented within the world.

and pjo has no lack of disability rep. but i was mostly thinking about how losing a limb could be dealt with within the world. also, who better to give more trauma than my darling william?

i think he injured his leg during a smaller battle off to the side, after he’d healed annabeth. fighting a group of monsters all on his own. he survived but barely, and had to walk on his shattered tibia all the way back to base camp.

he barely made it.

as soon as he was generally healed enough, he went to work. His tibia was still fractured but he didn’t care, he had a job to do.

He worked to the point that his leg became infected from neglect. will slipped into a kind of coma for a week, fighting off infection and a fever. Even if his leg was chopped off, the infection and gangrene has spread to the point that his left leg was rotting.

chiron had to amputate it.

thanks to ambrosia and godly intervention, will healed up quickly. he struggled with mobility for a while, but he had the hephaestus cabin on his side.

eventually he accepted it. even welcomed it at times. definitely made bribing his fellow campers to do the gross chores for him easier.

the first several months he was in a wheelchair. He still uses it, but not as much.

He prefers his day to day, prosthetic. Nessa had outfitted it with secret compartments that held ambrosia baggies and first aid. and a big old knife for safety. It was a mix between an athletic prosthetic and a regular one. He could move almost as well as before.

It definitely took getting used to, but will managed.

he doesn’t talk about him not having his left leg very much to new people. most of the newer campers don’t know anything, which makes it even more hilarious when they complain and he twists his leg around to pop it off and throw it.

he thinks is hilarious as fuck, the hephaestus cabin not so much when he comes in for them to repair it yet again.

this is kind of convoluted and things will change probably lmao. but! it’s a current brainworm.

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what if will lost his leg in the titan war.

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i do very much believe that america does warrant the ridicule it gets most of the time. HOWEVER. i will not stand for ridicule made by a person cough cough most central europeans who don't critique their own country for the same shit.

racism? america aint the only one, we're just louder about it. sexism? yeah, but so does LITERALLY everywhere else. anti-LGBTQ+? we are NOT alone in that, most other places are equally as bad if not worse.

you are no better because you live in a country that is silent about their mistreatment of those who are "othered". there is no perfect system.

nationalism is dead.

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Will totally didn't see that

Parcabeth probably next, but for now with great power... comes great need to take a nap.

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happens all the time with gay couples in media. to make homosexuality "palatable" for the wider audience.

whatever headcanons you have for these characters are great and valid, however not everyone is gonna agree and think you're right. if that happens, leave it alone. move on. you have a life outside of tumblr, touch grass i beg of you.

I hate how some in the Pjo fandom try to heteronormate Solangelo.

Hate how they try to make Will "the man" and Nico "the woman" in their relationship

They are both masculine and feminine in some parts

It's also ridiculous that they see Will as muscular and Nico as not muscular cuz istg i would definitely gain muscle after all that fighting and carrying Athena Parthenos just sayin

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Nico sits by his cabin and watches.

He cannot help the frustrated little growl that comes out of his mouth, nor can he help his frustration at the frustration, and then some. He feels it bubbling in his stomach until it reaches just the right amount of pressure and it explodes across his insides, curling his hands into fists, gritting his teeth, forcing tears to burn hot behind his eyes. He shakes himself to rid him of it. It does not help.

Down a line of cabins, Will pauses at a windowsill.

Nico knows what has made him pause not necessarily because he can see that far but because, in fact, he knows exactly what is resting on the windowsill. Because, in fact, he put it there.

Because, in fact —

Well.

His face burns. He drops his chin onto his knee, scowling.

Because.

It is a rock. Anyway. It is stupid. It is not even that cool of a rock. It is a moderately sized limestone fossil he found in the lake. It has the muddled impression of a bunch of plants on it. He doesn’t even know what kind. You can barely even tell it’s a fossil. The naiads, when they had seen him holding it, scoffed. He nearly launched it back in only he didn’t want them to laugh, too.

“Shoulda left it in the fucking forest,” he hisses to himself. He’s angry. He’s — ashamed, he supposes, and he’s frustrated still, and all in all he’s just mad, and heat burns unpleasantly under his skin. He desperately fights the urge to shadow travel over to the almost-shadowless cabin and wrench the wretched thing away, launch it into the sea where it belongs. But he doesn’t, because he is too late, and Will has already seen.

He cocks his head.

He looks around as if he might find who left the gift. Or if he might find the recipient. But no — he is not looking for a recipient. And his hands reach out, slowly. And gently brush over the roughened outlines.

And he smiles.

It is a small, shy thing. Pleased. Crooked in the middle and showing the slightest hint of his snaggletooth. Nico has a flashing image of the shape of it next to the straight teeth surrounding it indenting pale skin until it is bruised and bleeding. His arm aches. He shivers. Will’s smile is small, still, and his sunset-bright eyes soften like skylight.

He puts his palm flat on the rock, now. It doesn’t quite cover it.

With his other hand he reaches into his bag. He pulls out a textbook, and drops it carelessly onto the ground. A bundle of herbs is quick to follow, and then another, and then a wrapped square of ambrosia. A water bottle.

A bone is next. Yellowed. Ulna. Sharpened, so one end is really a blade. Or, it’s conical, so more of an…impaler. A spike.

Nico left it on the roof earlier this morning because he chickened out of the porch.

Will holds it very gently.

He sets it on the windowsill, next to the fossil.

The rock.

And then he picks up the rock, and holds it for a minute. It is heavy. Nico knows. Dense, from the millions of years of matter inside of it and the terabytes of whispers it has pushed between particles. Secrets of the depths. Will holds it carefully, so carefully, and Nico imagines the ever-constant warmth from his large hands seeping into the porous rock. He imagines it sinking into its core and tingling. Like his stomach sings, now.

Perhaps more carefully than anything, Will slips the rock into his satchel. He situates it in the dead center of the pocket, and adjusts his weight to hold it. It bulkens the leather. Bends it awkwardly. But Will only traces the bowed edges of it with a bandaged finger (papercut — on the corner of an incident report. He had jumped, and then pouted. Slide his finger in between his lips, yanking it sheepishly and guiltily out a moment later. Shook his head chidingly. Mouthed, to himself: sepsis).

His hand glides over and hovers over the sharpened bone. There are sigils on the end of it. Opposite to the spike. They mean ‘accuracy’ and ‘protection’ and ‘darkness’ and ‘shadow’ and ‘summon’. Nico has drawn matching lines up his arm, under his sleeves. As Will’s palm wraps around them Nico’s arm burns. His breath shutters, and he curls into himself. Somewhat.

Will smiles that same small crooked smile and tucks the bone shard into his bag. And then —

And then.

And then: he looks up. Looks over.

Meets Nico’s eyes.

Nick panics. He scrambles away. Except he doesn’t and he is frozen where he sits with his tailbone to cold marble and his nails dug into his flesh and his eyes wider than oceans. Breathing quick. Breathing shallow.

Will smiles that same smile. He rocks back on his heel. He tugs on the shoulder strap of his satchel.

He waves.

It is shy. Head ducked and smile hopeful. He fidgets and bites his lip. He blinks, long, blond eyelashes catching the fading light and refracting it sparkling up to the heavens.

Nico holds his breath and waves back.

Will beams. There is no shyness here and Nico’s heart pounds. He can hear Will’s giggle right in his ear even though he can’t really and watches him touch his three middle fingers to the bottom of his mouth, move them deliberately down and outward. Watches his lips form: thank you! Feels his heart stutter and shake in his chest.

Smiles, himself.

Just a little.

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posting a standalone version!!

based on the lovely story by @mediumgayitalian for @willsolaceweek day 7.