#dark will solace

[justagray]

Nightmares

Will couldn't sleep, hasn't been able to get a decent amount of sleep since him and Nico came back from Tartarus. He wasn't scared of what transpired while in Tartarus, no, he was scared of himself. For crying out loud he gave Nyx, a literal primordial goddess hay fever. If he was able to do that, who knows what he could do if he got even a little annoyed.

He could embrace Nico's darkness perfectly fine, but could he embrace his own? If he can't give Nico his light, and has to give him his darkness, could he accept it himself first?

[dandelion-blues]

The Blood of Gods

Liquid seeps into the soil.

The clash of metal ringing all around.

Red, a mortal’s plight.

To live such a short life.

Oh, Warrior given a moment of glory,

Of spilled blood for the Gods' need for gore.

Their armor dented,

But their hearts race free.

Free, but they're bound in chains.

A pretty golden chain for thee.

Scars among their bodies,

Proudly displayed battles won.

The battle a stage to be viewed,

Laughter and cheers or boos and jeers.

An arena of entertainment!

Gods clap, thunder follows.

Gods cry, rain falls.

Gods smile, and the sun sears.

Gods! Gods! Gods!

They must cheer.

Blood offered for Gods.

The immortal’s lips stained red.

Is it blood or wine?

The gods love it all the same.

Only in death can they be free,

But even death is ruled by immortal beings.

Thus, mortals left forever at the Gods' whims.

Lesser, worthless, insignificant things.

A bug to be crushed under their heels.

Their lives and deaths sacrificed to the Gods!

To bow before their superiors!

Kissing the dirt! It’s where they belong!

Grovel before the Gods’ magnificence!

Mortal’s eyes don’t deserve such beauty!

Eyes burned from their sockets, if they ever saw.

For Gods’ true sights are monstrous beings.

This poem is also connected to my PJO one-shot if anyone wants to read the full thing, and not just the poem 😆

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[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[nostalgicacademia]

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.”

— Evening Solace.

[multistanninglifestyle]

[hibiscusspunweb]

Percy Jackson headcanons

-Annabeth absolutely LOATHES dark romance books or books that are mostly smut with little to no plot. She once bought one just to burn it (probably Haunting Adeline).

-When Percy gets angry enough, the air around him starts boiling. He doesn’t even realize until someone points out that theres steam coming off him.

-Leo and Annabeth work well as a team.

-Nico has been forced to used liquid IVs by Will several times.

-Percy shaves regularly after he sees stubble on his face to avoid looking too much like Poseidon.

-Jason, on the other hand, struggles to grow a beard.

-Frank really likes the fall-scented candles from Bath and Body Works.

-When on the battlefield, people give Percy and Annabeth a wide berth individually and together since they fight so efficiently. -Hazel smells like cinnamon.

-Piper’s favorite bird is the blue jay.

-Leo has been caught listening to Taylor Swift on multiple occasions.

-When Will needs to get something at night, he makes himself glow to get around.

-Nico has also told Will to use his “flashlight” ability several times.

-Some Greek demigods’ writing switches from Ancient Greek / Greek to English and they have to be careful about it at school etc.

-Austin once entered a flute competition and won.

-Arrows in the walls, floor, ceiling, EVERYWHERE, in the Apollo cabin.

-The Apollo cabin sings a Broadway song every morning loud enough for most of the camp to hear. Windows and doors open to REALLY let people hear it.

-Percy’s eyes glow in dark water.

-The Aphrodite cabin has a whole shelf of just perfumes and colognes.

-Leo and Will have deep conversations about country music.

-Percy and Annabeth have turned multiple people gay.

[youwerelikeanangel]

a collection of some lyrics from unreal unearth that have a particularly intense chokehold on me

And though I burn how could I fall? / When I am lifted by every word you say to me I, Carrion (Icarian)

But feel at home, hearing a music that few still understand/ A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground Butchered Tongue

Let all time slow, let all light go/ I don't need to know where we begin and end/ I'd still know you, not being shown you/ I only need the working of my hands De Selby (Part 2)

One bright morning goes so easy/ Darkness always finds you either way/ It creeps into the corners as the moment fades First Light

I will not be great, but I'm grateful to get through/ The feeling came late, I'm still glad I met you Abstract (Psychopomp)

I would not change it each time/ Heaven is not fit to house a love/ Like you and I Francesca

At last, when all of the world is asleep/ You take in the blackness of air/ The likes of a darkness so deep/ That God at the start couldn't bear De Selby (Part 1)

These days I think I owe my life/ To flowers that were left here by my mother/ Ain't that like them, gifting life to you again/ This life lived mostly underground/ Unknowing either sight nor sound/ Til reaching up for sunlight just to be ripped out by the stem First Time

Do you know I could break beneath the weight?/ Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you Unknown / Nth

So someone with your eyes might come in time/ To hold me like water/ Or Christ, hold me like a knife Who We Are

[guujikaroko]

Do you ever sit and think about how Xiao promised to essentially be Lumine's executioner. Do you ever think about how he said he'd kill for her if she wished so. Do you ever think about how Xiao spent thousands of years participating in bloodshed and massacre and thinks that it's all he was meant to be. Do you ever think about how he sees Lumine as a pure soul that deserves none of that suffering he pretty much drowned himself in. Do you ever think about how he can only feel useful to Lumine as a weapon and thus offered himself to her as one.

BUT ALSO! Do you ever think about how Lumine NEVER calls for Xiao to fight for her? Do you ever think about how she almost died fighting a GOD in Inazuma and only called Xiao after the whole ordeal was over and she wanted him to eat a dish? Do you ever think about how she absolutely refuses to use Xiao as the weapon he thinks he is? Do you ever think about how Lumine sees Xiao as a pure soul that deserves none of the torment and endeavors to give him peace in any way she can?

[mo0nagedaydr3am]

LMAO WILL AND NICO HAVING A SLEEPOVER EXCEPT WHEN ITS ACTUALLY TIME TO SLEEP WILL IS LIKE YOU DONT HAVE A NIGHT LIGHT?!?! AND NICO IS LIKE NO??? AND WILL RUNS ALL THE WAY TO THE APOLLO CABIN JUST TO GET HIS NIGHT LIGHT BECAUSE HES SO USED TO HAVING IT AND NOW HE CANT SLEEP WITH OUT IT AHJHGJHGSI 😭😭

[mutliwankenobi]

Reasons everyone should watch 1899:

a good old fashioned brain fuck brought to you by the creators of Dark

Daniel Solace

a bunch of people who all speak different languages run around for 8 hours unable to communicate and yelling at each other that they can’t understand what other people are saying

messy-haired Aneurin Barnard running around looking tortured and being pretty

beautiful cinematography

Andreas (DILF) Pietschmann

honestly just an amazing cast all around

Olek just being the most sweet, helpful, lovely person ever

also a good deal of badassery

pretty people being sad and confused

loml Daniel Solance, please he just needs a hug and a kiss

Olek and Ling Yi

just lots of brain fuckery and confusion and pining tbh

I’m still confused and there’s so many ways to interpret everything and I need more

just trust me on this one, please watch it

[atopvisenyashill]

i was thinking more about characters Performing Gender, but not necessarily Transgressing Gender. I wound up focusing on Ned and Sansa bc I feel like I understand them the most but-

Sansa as a hostage is imo the most obvious (bc it’s so well done) moment of someone clearly Performing Gender but not being transgressive in that performance. Which isn’t to say it’s not a complicated performance; it’s a fine line Sansa walks between weaponizing her gender to protect herself without seeming too fake. She’s trying to placate the Lannisters by playing the perfect, dedicated, air headed betrothed because it’s the only defense she has - if she outwardly rebels, she will be punished in a likely violent and/or sexual way (which isn’t even conjecture - when she says “or maybe he’ll give me yours” Joffrey has her struck with an armored hand). She’s not quite successful in being convincing but that’s because it’s a rather extreme situation; despite no one believing her, she does make herself seem meek and stupid enough that no one suspects she’s plotting to escape with Dontos until she’s well away from KL. The fact that she even has Dontos to confide in is because of Sansa’s relationship with gender! When she saves him, she covers her rebellious slip by playing up Joffrey’s intelligence & his role as King; she reaches for “tools” of her gender AND of ~proper manhood~ to save a life and herself from another beating. Her retreats into the godswood and silence are very much Sansa attempting to recharge from these draining interactions, the same way a knight would need to stop and eat and rest after a fight. She is fighting, constantly, by forcing herself to stay within the narrow confines of a specific type of gender performance as a way of shielding herself from harm.

Ned yelling at Cat is another big one, and I’ve seen the scene referred to as Ned using his patriarchal power to scare Cat, which is a great description. It feels like a Performance because Ned is putting on this terrifying Lord Stark mask in an attempt to get Catelyn to stop asking about Jon (and Lyanna). This is not how he usually acts with those he loves! When Ned is with His People, he is welcoming of questions, curiosity, emotion, even transgressive thought (to a point! the idea that Ned is a feminist because he lets Arya learn to fight is Not accurate but you can’t deny he allows significantly more flexibility wrt gender expression than most of the fathers we meet in this series. the bar is in hell tho). Yet when Cat asks him about Jon’s mother, Ned scares her so well she stops asking & still remembers the moment bitterly over a decade later. And if that snippet we see through Bran’s eyes of Ned praying that Cat will forgive him does come after she asks (like it’s suspected), it’s clear not only that this is a performance he’s putting on & weaponizing against Cat, it’s one he does not like using as a weapon against someone he is close to. After using the power his gender gives him to cause harm, he retreats to the godswood and silence to pray and rest, much like Sansa. A spiritual cleanse, the way a soldier may pray after battle, to reset and reconnect Being A Proper Man to Being A Kind Man.

I think there’s something interesting in that two of the characters most widely defined by how well they adhere to Westerosi gender norms both dislike feeling like they had to weaponize their gender. They are exhausted by the performance, because it’s a performance. This isn’t Sansa getting excited over tourneys, or Ned teaching his sons to fight; it’s toxic masculinity, it’s structural misogyny. It’s something they’re good at, excel at, and connected to something they enjoy but when it’s paired with violence, whether done by Ned or done to Sansa, it crosses over in their minds from an innate part of themselves (The Gender) to a performance necessary due to survival (The Gender Role). And that after these performances, both retreat to nature & god as a way of resting and cleansing from the experience.

[justagray]

nightmare part 3 (how long should I actually make this?)

Will didn't know what to do anymore, he basically just gave someone the worst fever of their life and then ran. He hadn't even realized he was crying until he stopped running, funny isn't it? He wasn't supposed to cry, he's meant to be the role model of the Apollo cabin, the best healer in camp. Not someone who can't even control his own power and emotions....

Can he even look Nico in the eye after this?

[thaliasthunder]

i would have laughed at nico's trauma joke sorry will but im different (traumatized & mentally ill)

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Headcanon that Will Solace's scars glow in the dark

[rayssion]

Solangelo fic idea because I love them,

Soulmate au wherein once you're claimed the mark of your soulmate appears as a tattoo on your body, it might be the same place as your soulmate, it might be different. If your soulmate is a mortal then only a letter 'M' appears.

Everyone is so worked up because Will never showed his mark, some of them speculated his soulmate is a mortal, some of them argued that it could be unrequited love like his soulmate might be Annabeth but she found her soulmate so he's destined to be alone. No one knows for sure, except for his sister Kayla.

The helm of darkness? Geez who could it be? The only child of Hades out there is Nico di Angelo. Will is 100% sure that the boy despise his guts, also he heard from Kayla that the boy already has a crush, and he's not sure if the concept applies on roman demigods, but didn't Hazel have a soulmate already?

Will never shows his mark, he felt devastated especially that the son of Hades is quite distanced.

Nico tries to operate between his pitiful crush on Percy, Jason who's urging him to let go and find himself another person, and his own mark.

The little sun tattooed on the side of his torso.

Funny thing, everyone thinks his soulmate is a mortal.

[camo-wolf]

Ok I kinda really want to read some dark percy Jackson fanfics if anyone can give any kind of recs I’d really appreciate it