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Guys, Gals, and nonbinary pals. If all are big Percy Jackson fans like I am, you should check out Soreilly on YouTube and other platforms. It is gorgeous. Is mostly Pjo but there is a couple other ones in there

Was curious how far Ithaca was from troy today while listening to epic the musical and rereading the illiad and I found this map

I think odysseus would have been better just to walk😭

POP QUIZ

"Don't cry."

"...I'm not."

"Omigods. Will. Don't cry."

"I'm not!"

But there are welled up tears making his eyes looking huge, and even as he bites it his lip still trembles. In seconds there is the slightest of sniffles.

Nico groans, slumping against the handle of the grocery cart. A WASPy mother glares at him in passing. He glares back and sics an errant soul onto her monstrosity of a hairdo for good measure.

"Will," he groans, metal bar digging into his forehead, "Will, it's a lemon."

"I know," Will sniffles, bravely. "Just -- leave it. Let's go."

Nico moves his arm, just enough to watch his too-tall over-empathetic dumbass best friend try and fail to pull himself together in the, and Nico cannot emphasize this enough, very public grocery store in the suburbs of Long Island, where people stare.

And, like.

The staring is not too unusual.

Will is in cutoff shorts and flip-flops. It's early March. Climate change is not that bad yet. The two of them are wearing neon camp t-shirts -- Nico's good, goth t-shirts have been stolen from him to be 'washed' -- and are both, Nico must emphasize again, fifteen years of age, with a grocery cart each full to the actual brim with Pop Tarts, Twizzlers, medical supplies, socks, and silly string. Will is approximately nineteen feet tall. They make a scene. That is a fair evaluation.

But rare is the day where Nico cannot quell the stares by reflecting hellfire into his eyes. Mortals usually flee in terror or at least walk away traumatized. Today they aren't even looking.

"Will," he says, as gently as he can manage. Will looks over, after a minute, and his bright eyes look so glassy and miserable that whoa, hey, Nico can manage a whole lot gentler than he thought he could, can't he. He reaches up and pats a palm against Will's wet cheek, swiping a thumb under his eyes. "Do you. Want." He glances over at the lone, half-dried up lemon on the floor by the produce baskets. "Would you like to take the lemon home with us.

"Yes," says Will quietly. Nico's hand falls away and Will wipes his face, crouching down to scoop it up. He hesitates before putting it in the cart, cradling it against his chest. "It's just." He looks at Nico through his eyelashes. Nico tries to smile encouragingly. Based on the immediate tears and sobbing of a child directly behind Will's shoulders, he is unsuccessful. "If we don't take it, no one will, you know."

"Yes," agrees Nico slowly. "Due to the fact that it is garbage."

Will snatches his hand back like Nico had smacked it, glaring hard. Nico is really starting to consider those bipolar pamphlets Kayla left pointedly on the Apollo table. Yeesh.

"It's not -- garbage! Just because -- just because something isn't as good as everything else doesn't mean it's garbage!"

...Or not.

Ah.

"Ah," says Nico. He clears his throat. "Ah."

Some cultures attribute tact and gentleness to his father -- Death accepts all, and in facts invites all, to reside with Him. He will take your hand and guide you to whence you have never travelled, where you have no kin. He will speak to you in your shock of your life and your triumphs. He, when you have no one, is your compassionate, voluble friend.

Hazel inherited all that, unfortunately. Nico got the dead-eyed stare and fruitiness.

"Uh," he tries, anyway, "if you were a rotten lemon, I would take you home."

Will looks at him skeptically. "You would?"

"Y -- uh, yes. I would make." He wracks his brain. "I would use you to clean surfaces."

"...Oh."

"Yes. Like -- chopping boards, and the like." He makes a karate chop motion with his hand. He immediately takes the hand and shoves it into the untraveled depths of his pocket, which is a challenge due to the fact that it took him forty minutes to paint his jeans on this morning, and vows to cut its quisling digits off as quickly as possible. Why is he alive.

He is grateful at least that his friend is about as stupid as he is.

"That would be a good use for me if I was a rotting lemon," Will agrees. He looks down at the rotting lemon cradled in his hands. "Maybe we will use you to clean."

"Yes," Nico says, gentle coaxing. "Now let's put the lemon in the cart, okay? We're almost done. We just need the nineteen quarts of ice cream Cecil paid me ninety dollars not to disclose to Chiron. Let's go."

"'Kay."

Garbage lemon safely laid among a braid of licorice packages, dead centre in the cart, they move on. The stares follow them, but Will at least does not seem to mind -- used to it, veteran camper that he is -- and slides his arm through Nico's crooked elbow. Nico takes that as the opportunity it is to steer him away from the cake that a nefarious teenager has pushed to the floor, lest that set him off next. They have only minutes until they make it to the cash register, where Nico will pay for whatever Will is watching him scan, and are home free.

"Hey, Nico."

Nico hums, eyeing the self-checkout line. "Yeah?"

"Would we still be friends if I was a worm?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

So I think That Nico di Angelo is short, and here's why

The average man in italy in the 1930s was around 5'4-5'7, and then we went though revolution and got taller And Now Italians are about 5'8-5'10

Nico is from the 1930s as we know and he was in the hotel for 70 years so he didn't go though revolution with evey one else so that's why he seems short but it would be considered average.

I think that Nico is 5'5, and It's just an idea, so I'm not 100% sure, and this is just a theory.

You should reblog this no matter what it could save someone's life one day

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it’s that day again. where they planned a serious, romantic date in once of every while. where Will’s workaholic ass would finally gave up to the love of his boyfriend and leave the infirmary in the hands of his siblings when it’s summer and where they would treat eachother like a serious couple they are in the hands of love.

at this point, Nico often can’t differentiate whether a date or casual hangout. because in these two-long-years-committing-relationship they have, Nico can’t even remember a day where they don’t stick on eachother and spending the time together.

until once, Nico decided to take him out. on a romantic serious one, the real-type rather than hanging out watching star wars (but if Nico’s being honest, anything they do, no matter if the star wars is replayed thousand times on the screen, Nico would always love the time they have.) just to make Will feel loved, to make Will feel that he’s something worth than just a cheap picnic beside the camp lake or small talk on the campfire.

they eventually take turns, knowing Will is the type to give, he often insisted on him taking Nico out instead. he’s not used to being pampered and getting things without anything in return. but he just want his beautiful, charming, amazing boyfriend to feel loved and worth adored. that Nico’s here won’t leave him nor he see Will as an abandonment and he will stay, just for him.

but even after said two years, for some reasons, the love never dies, it grows, more, like a tree with full grown and still growing. His Will gets more beautiful. in any way, in anything, clothes or none, he’s a beauty, the apple of Nico’s eyes.

Nico would hate to admit, but often he found himself dumbfounded from the starstruck. no matter in what condition, Will unfairly is always beautiful. it’s annoying how this man always managed to look stunning in the most unhinged situation.

a year ago, in the tartarus—fucking tartarus—Will managed to look amazing. sure, soggy ambrosia, but he still look beautiful nonetheless. don’t get Nico started on how Will glows as he fight and scream at Nyx. he glows mesmerizingly. he literally made him fall in love and head over heels for the William Andrew Solace in nurse scrubs and flip-flops! he even saw Will with only his shorts and bare chest, sun tattoo rest without guilt whatsoever on his pectoral and honestly? he’s breathtaking. if he in nurse scrubs and tired eyes are still beautiful in Nico’s eyes, how would clothes do to Nico? forget clothes, withou—

okay, okay, it’s getting wild.

Nico has finally arrived in front of Cabin 7, in his usual but nicer outfit from him; black skinny jeans, black chb tee and clean jacket with his stygian iron sword turned into chain accessory. he also wore cologne for better smell, wouldn’t want Will to smell the nervousness out of him as he fidgets on the bronze coin in his pocket. he look to the ground as he finds mythomagic card in his pocket with his other hand and revealing the hades and apollo cards. he keep his posture relaxed with his back from the cabin as he focuses his eye on other cabin.

it’s the edge of spring. a cold breeze waved as flowers and leaves grow. nymphs and satyrs are in good moods. two more weeks until campers start coming and filled the empty cabins.

Nico is pretty pleased with his life so far. a loving boyfriend, a home with a centaur and a drunk god supervisor and a pretty much stable life. this year he stayed with Will again. though he spent the winter in Texas with Will and met the Naomi Solace (let’s not mention his midnight whispers to Naomi about Will as his billy and how grateful Nico for Naomi’s son) and most of the fall annoying nymphs with their date.

“Nico! why don’t you come in instead?” said a sweetly familiar voice from Nico’s back. “I just want to wait for you, you know? you ready yet?” Nico smiled, but wouldn’t turned his head. suddenly dandelions and sunflowers are catching his eyes rather than Will, not that Will’s not interesting, it’s just… complicated.

Will always made him feel new things, new stuff,as if he’s a brand new activator that would made his heart flutter in the directions he didn’t know he could do.

today’s date is simple, actually; going to this bowling diner Will has been yapping about, hits the arcade and do a little dancing together, maybe a little wine tasting if Will want to, a little walk together—if Will’s tired, he can ask Jules-Albert to take a porsche—as they yap together about new facts and life possibilities.

but knowing Will’s giving nature, he would try. he would try with beautiful, ecstatic outfits. Nico often became frustrated with this fact, because with Will’s freckles-ed, tan skin; bushy, dirty blonde hair; those blue eyes Nico can bore and swim forever inside and would never want get out from; those eye-blinding smile with teeth and the sound of his laughter? is like oxygen for Nico. how could Will Solace ever be not beautiful for Nico Di Angelo? never. never will.

“Nico? to the earth?” Will’s soft voice shook Nico out from his shadows. “yes, zuchero?”

I asked you, do I look good?”

“stunning, beautiful, handsome.”

he can feel Will’s annoyed attitude pouting on him. “you don’t even turn around? Nico, you’re being weird.” “no seriously- Will, you’re amazing I-“ “Look at me.” Nico turn back and gods, his mind went blank.

to naked eyes, Will’s the same. the same bushy blonde hair and blue eyes, even the same design of green cargo shorts, only this time he’s wearing white cropped tee — revealing Will’s soft stomach with piercing, of course, Nico’s definitely not looking in that direction, haha! Will’s eyes is up there, not on his upper-down line, Nico — with long sleeves of yellow. this time, instead of flip-flops, Will wore his yellow sunflower-daisy converse—matching with Nico’s black hyacinthus’ . they got it custom embroidered to match eachother via Cabin 19’s favor of embroidery.

“is it bad? it’s bad isn’t it? okay, I’m changing.” Will mumbled with reddening face and eyes on shame. “no- nononononononono— don’t- don’t- gods, you’re- I- I just-“ Nico rushed to hold Will’s hand and clasp them together as he stare into eye contact with Will. “hello, there. “ Will’s smug eyes are there while his pink lips whispered. “beautiful- I- uh, let’s get out now?” Will then burst out a laugh. a loud lough as he let go of the hands and crouched.

“Nico, if you keep having that beat of heart, you’ll get arrhythmia. ” Will’s teary eyes from the laughing actually made Nico’s heart stopped a beat. the voice of laugh itself made Nico’s stomach fluttered in skeletal butterflies. what kind of witchcraft is he doing to Nico?

“okay okay, let’s go shall we?” Will Solace smirks at him as he straighten his posture and take a hold of Nico’s right hand with his left hand. the evening sunlight shines to Will, golden hour giving majestic and divine aesthetic. his freckles are like constellations Nico wouldn’t mind counting for hours, days, years. and his ocean blue eyes isn’t helping either knowing it is crystal clear underneath the light, showing the beautiful iris and trap Nico inside.

sure, Nico haven’t gotten that much of growth spurt which makes Will Solace is still 4 cm taller than him, but it makes everything more painful for Nico because he knew he couldn’t get his eyes away. not from Will he can’t, he’s just a man. a human. but when it comes to Will, it’s like worshipping. as if there’s some kind of divine intervention makes Nico couldn’t get over his man’s beauty and Nico Di Angelo, the ghost king, the Prince of the Underworld has never want to kneel before anybody willingly except for Will Solace.

suddenly, he felt a soft lips upon his. tasted like saccharine and addictingly sweet to Nico’s taste. he craves more. he wants to feel that softness and save it all for himself. he wants the world to know how in love Will can make him. as a weak man (only to Will), Nico can only return the kiss, which makes Nico’s inner intestines ruined and mushed like soup. he swear his heart beating like crazy as ifhe just run Olympic running track after they let go of the kiss.

“you can’t stop staring, so I had to bring you down back to earth” Will’s pretty face now only a breath away as his nose brushed his. “come on, let’s shadow travel” said Nico nervously

can’t guarantee if he won’t die young with these arrhythmia whenever he’s around Will. god forbid.

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HC credit; @coirinthyurilo

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Late to trends as always lol

this is literally will in california making that painting for mike even though mike only called a couple times