#i would link it more directly but tumblr hates nico nico so

[sonic-justice-real-for]

but for realzies, this one is probs my fav

[sadboinikko]

What Happened To Small Bob?

We see a lot of artists and writers including the little skeleton cat in moments with Nico, but I can’t exactly remember what truly happened to that cat.

I know he was in Tartarus with his namesake, Bob the titan, but did he ever leave?

Tomorrow, I’m planning on going through the House of Hades and Blood of Olympus books for an honest to god answer to my internal dilemma.

But, for now, I’m going to skim through what my memory can recall. Both about the books, when he’s mentioned, and the fanfics/artwork that include Small Bob.

I remember that Small Bob is the result of Atlas using a Saber-tooth tiger tooth, which failed because he was trying for a dino if I recall. Atlas destroyed them, and that was that until Bob found him in Tartarus. As far as I recall, we don’t see Small Bob after Percy and Annabeth leave Tartarus.

I’m an avid fanfic reader, I’ve been doing so for around 2-3 years now. This account itself is more than 2 years old. I was also originally in very few fandoms. To name them, Harry Potter, Voltron, and Percy Jackson.

I was originally on Wattpad and Fanfic.net, but a lot of fanfic haunts me there. Though I still have an old account. So I’m going to talk about what, according to the ones I’ve read, the majority of them include. They usually try including them when it’s Nico or Percy centric, bringing Small Bob back for some angst/fluff.

Small Bob is usually there to be a cute pet, when he’s included. And they keep his skills/personality basic. I know he’s a cat/tiger but animals have personalities too.

He's never mentioned in combat, although I think he fought monsters with Bob. He never does anything outside of helping to make Percy/Nico happy.

Using a slightly more specific user, Takara Phoenix, they include a bunch of characters throughout their works. They don’t include Small Bob in all of their fics, though when they do Small Bob is a tiny, domesticated cat. Now, I’m not hating. I love Takara and have been obsessed with their work for a long time. They were one of the people who inspired me to just go out and write my stories. I had bad anxiety about posting stuff, even through an anon account.

This isn’t about me though. We’re talking about Small Bob.

Now, I’m going to do a brief skim of google. 1st source I’m going to go through is the Riordan Wiki. a few things catching my attention is that we have no clue how Small Bob truly got to Tartarus, Small Bob was the last survivor of the Saber-Tooth’s, and Small Bob can switch through forms.

A small snippet directly from the Wiki says, “His fate afterward is currently unknown but like Bob and Damasen, he was presumably destroyed by Tartarus for his actions.”

Now, I’m going to talk about the first three before I get to that last snippet. We get an assumption from Percy that when Atlas told his servants to take the Saber-Tooth’s away, they were sent to Tartarus. Though it’s just an assumption. What Percy thinks isn’t solid evidence.

Though we have nothing else to use. So for now, we can only assume that Small Bob was sent to Tartarus by Atlas.

Next, Small Bob is the last surviving tiger from the Smithsonian Museum. I can’t recall the exact number that were created. Maybe 4? Anyways, if we’re assuming what we did earlier, we know they were all sent to Tartarus. So, what happened to them. Did they actually die in Tartarus? Were they just separated? The wiki doesn’t say.

Since it’s unlikely that Small Bob was the only one to survive. I am going to assume that they were just separated and no one truly knows how many survived.

Thirdly, Small Bob has 2 forms. A small, kitten form as I’ll call it, and a second large, tiger form. His kitten form, I’m assuming, is likely what everyone writes when they write Small Bob. A kitten who isn’t that strong, who is just a baby. His second form is actually something I barely recalled, if at all. It’s his attack form. He’s large, strong, not as cuddly as his tiny self is.

It’s very interesting to realize that people don’t remember or don’t prefer this large, tiger form. Because then you realize, because so many people don’t mention it or talk about it, I almost forgot it existed.

And for the final segment of the Wiki, we’re going to talk about Small Bob’s unknown ending. The wiki says that it’s unknown what happened to the saber-tooth. He could have died. Like the person who wrote this Wiki Page said. Tartarus could have destroyed them for ruining Gaea’s attempt at World Domination.

In reality, people who include Small Bob in work taking place after Tartarus are taking creative liberties. Which I fully support. I hate the idea that Small Bob died, even if it’s the most logical idea. I would love for someone to write a fic about Small Bob. Or to even include Small Bob.

Small Bob has his own tag, which only has 20 works on it. I can’t wait to go through it later, but for now, I’m writing this… whatever it’s classified as.

I did want to get through more, but there isn’t much to begin with.

There’s a Tumblr tag and Pinterest tags. But going through both briefly, we can see that they’re not very popular. Occasionally a few get popular and widespread, but those are few and definitely not as popular as some other tags get regularly.

There was this one Tumblr post about Bob and Small Bob, where they reform and get to the surface, meeting with an old Percabeth couple. I can’t find it currently, but if I do I’ll link it. It brings up his 2nd form and is quite sweet.

Link

[moonstonecockatiel]

(Part Two) PJO Secret Santa- “That’d be Nice” Solangelo Oneshot.

This is the secondary part to my PJO Secret Santa onehsot, as, unfortunately, tumblr only allows you to have 100 blocks of text per post. Firstly, here is the link to the onshot on AO3, if you prefer to read it there- https://archiveofourown.org/works/17129222 . This is a part of the @percyjackson-secretsanta and this is for @the-queerest-of-the-mall

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“What do you want, Aphrodite?” Nico turned around to face the goddess. One moment, her hair seemed to be a short cloud of corn-yellow curls, her eyes a deep, orchid blue. Then, suddenly, for a fleeting second, her hair turned to deep, brown, beachy waves, her eyes taking on a more seaglass-green tint. The goddess simply laughed, summoning a prop chair next to her.

“Oh, it's quite simple, actually- Apollo sent me,” she said, sleekly taking a seat in the old chair. Nico’s own words caught in his throat, his whole body going cold. He hardly even noticed the chair next to him.

“It's fine to be nervous in the face of moi, mon chère, but I don't see why you had to run away from that Will Solace boy,” she purred. The chair seemed to lurch forward, catching the back of Nico’s knees and forcing him to sit.

“I had a perfectly good reason to, and I don't see why Apollo would even care,” Nico protested, gesturing with his hands (a very particular habit of his). Aphrodite raised her eyebrows, smiling thinly.

“Are you sure about that, young one?” Aphrodite leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Because I can tell what you're thinking, and let me tell you,” she threw her head back laughing, “That boy is simply hopelessly into you; you nearly gave him a heart attack with that kiss!” Nico uncomfortably scooted his chair back, wanting to just wake up already.

“Why should I believe you?”

Aphrodite’s laughing ceased, her smile gone in an instant. “Are you really challenging the actual Goddess of Love on this, Di Angelo?”

“I'm not challenging you, I'm wondering why I should believe you- I have no reason to believe that Will would ever…” Nico couldn't say the final words, no matter how hard he tried. Aphrodite let out a mix of a sigh and a groan, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Now I see why I never hear about you from Persephone, dear me-” she raised her hand, the scene around them beginning to fade, her voice taking on an even deeper echo.

“Tomorrow, when Annabeth wakes you up, and she tells you to meet up with Will, don't argue, alright? I’ll show you just how right I am.”

*.*.*

“He’s not waking up, do you think-” the voices around him faded in and out of clarity as Nico slowly awoke, groaning as he stretched out his legs.

“Oh, gods above, you're finally up,” a voice said, sounding incredibly relieved.

“Annabeth?” Nico groggily muttered, uneasily trying to stand up. He saw a blurry hand reach out, and he gladly took the help.

“Hey, I'm here too,” another voice said. Goddamnit, Percy, Nico mentally complained.

“Thanks for helping me up, you absolute buffoon,” Nico deadpanned, glaring at Percy directly in the eyes. Percy simply rolled his eyes in response.

“Are you alright, Nico? Will said something happened last night and that he wanted to talk to you about it today, but he couldn't find you and-”

“I'm fine, Annabeth,” Nico said, suddenly startled awake by her words. “Why did Will want to talk to me?”

Annabeth glanced at Percy, nervously chewing on the inside of her lip. “I think it's best if you go talk to him yourself,” she lowered her voice. Percy cocked his head to the side, confused.

“Is there something I'm missing?” Percy asked as Nico started In the direction of the camp. He briefly turned to Percy, walking backwards.

“I’ll tell you later, Perc,” Nico began to rush off, only quietly hearing Annabeth’s voice behind him.

“He’s at the edge of the forest, by the Artemis cabin!” She called out, only receiving a thumbs-up in response.

Nico’s joints were still cramped and sore from his running the night before, along with his uncomfortable sleeping position. It took him awhile to find it, but, finally, at the top of the tallest tree behind the silvery cabin, sat a familiarly handsome face.

“Mind if I join you up there?” Nico asked. Will visibly jumped at the sudden sound, clearly yelping.

“I thought you’d never come, death boy,” Will called down to his friend, a smile stretching across his features. Nico, with some difficulty, climbed his way up to Will’s branch, skeletal butterflies flapping erratically around in his stomach.

“Well, I couldn't pass up the chance,” Nico said, before noticing the pink tinge to Will’s shoulders that clearly wasn't blush. He scoffed. “Nice sunburn, by the way.”

Will ruffled Nico’s hair, secretly admiring how soft it was. “Nice bedhead, dork,” Nico, to Will’s pleasant surprise, seemingly squeaked in faux-offense.

“At least my bedhead is actually admirable- your hair looks like a mess,” Nico joked, ruffling Will’s hair in return. They both chuckled, revelling in the familiarity of the scene. Maybe things weren't ruined.

“So… about last night,” Will nervously confided. Nico shifted uncomfortably, laughing in an attempt to clear the air. Finally, he looked to his right- Will was sitting with his left leg crossed over his right, his hand lightly brushing against Nico’s.

“Look, Will, I'm so sorry about what I did, I-I just-”

“It was good.”

“I don't know what I was thinking, and-” Nico paused, finally realizing what he’d said. “W-What?”

Will couldn't help but laugh at his baffled friend. Nico’s mouth hung open in shock, his stuttering barely discernible.

“I said it was good, Nico. You don't need to apologize,” Will admitted, setting his arm on Nico’s shoulder. Nico leaned away from him, shaking Will’s arm off.

“I just… I thought I ruined our friendship, I really don't know what I was thinking,” Nico rested his head in his other hand, the bandaging somewhat uncomfortable.

“You didn't ruin anything,” Will scooted a bit closer, making eye contact with Nico. A small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I really like you, Nico.”

Nico took a moment to respond, his shaking hands resting on his chest in shock, his heart going a mile a minute. “I-I really like you too, Will.”

“Wow, I never thought I’d see the ‘Ghost King’ himself get so flustered,” Will jested. Nico’s face flushed a slightly darker rosy hue as he finally stopped stammering.

“Y-you just caught me off-guard, that's all,” Nico sputtered. Will cocked his head to one side, his hand casually intertwining with Nico’s.

“Are you sure about that, Neeks?” He commented. Nico couldn't help but almost double-over laughing at his friend trying to be smooth.

“You're such a dork, Will,” Nico lightly said, his blush finally fading.

“Okay, that I’ll admit to,” Will laughed along with his friend. He hardly even noticed the stinging sunburn he had, now. The two joked for a while, the early-morning sky growing ever bluer. Having been up much earlier than intended, both boys slowly fell into a slight haze of sleepiness that was met with half-hearted conversation and heavy eyelids. Nico leaned into Will’s shoulder, surprisingly comfortable, considering his stance on physical contact. Will softly wrapped an arm around Nico’s waist, hoping the other boy didn't push him away. Much to Will’s delight, he didn't. And so, the two lay there, Will in mild shock at the fact that Nico would even make this much physical contact with anyone, and Nico half asleep.

“This feels incredibly cheesy,” Nico muttered into Will’s sleeve, enjoying the warmth of the other boy against the chilly, autumn morning.

“I think I can make it cheesier,” Nico almost opened his mouth to respond when he was caught up in a sudden, light-as-a-feather kiss, Will’s lips brushing against his for a moment. Nico sat up, gently setting his hand on the back of Will’s neck and deepening the kiss. This time, the kiss was expected and had a sort of rhythm to it. Soon, Will’s hand was tangled in the back of Nico’s thick, black, curly hair, with Nico having to rest on Will’s knee in order to balance comfortably. When they had to finally pull away, Nico rested his forehead against Will’s, the two both grinning like idiots.

“So, what does this make us?” Nico asked. Will chuckled.

“Boyfriends, I would assume,” he said. Nico shook his head, grimacing.

“Don't get me wrong, it's cute, but I honestly hate using that word,” he responded, having to help Will untangle his hand from Nico’s messy hair.

“Would you rather me use ‘Special guy’? ‘Significant Other’? ‘Mutually Queer Romantic Partners’?” Will joked. Nico wheezed from laughing, leaning back on his hands.

“More like significant annoyance, in your case,” Nico muttered. Will rolled his eyes, looking out at the camp. The sun was close to being fully up now, a couple wispy clouds stringing around a blue sky, lined with peach light.

“Y’know, I think I actually have an infirmary shift this morning.”

“I can walk you there.”

Will could hardly sputter out a response at first. Usually, Nico didn't even like to be awake so early, much less being seen out of his cabin before eight A.M.

“T-that’d be delightful,” Will stammered as the two began climbing down the tree branches. The two walked on the old, dusty footpath that lead to the infirmary, both enjoying the subtle warmth from the sun, and Nico enjoying the breeze that continually blew hair into Will’s face. Birds began chattering high in the branches above, and the two boys could hear the sounds of the camp slowly coming awake.

“Can I hold your hand?” Because he didn't want to push Nico’s boundaries. Because he didn't know if he was out yet.

For a fleeting second, an uneasy expression crossed Nico’s face, before he loosely and lightly held Will’s hand. “Sure.”

Soon, the two arrived at the infirmary, Will’s breathing hitching as he heard a certain Daughter of Aphrodite shrieking inside. Nico lightly squeezed his partner’s hand.

“She’ll be okay, sunshine,” Nico tried to comfort Will, to little response. Finally, Will turned to him, placing a light kiss on the back of Nico’s hand, before letting go of it.

“I’ll probably see you at dinner,” Will said as he opened the door. Nico began slowly walking backwards a bit to leave.

“Of course- bye, Sunshine,” Will managed to smile.

“Goodbye, Death Boy.”