OH MY GOODNESS??? I LOVE THIS!! ART!

OH MY GOODNESS??? I LOVE THIS!! ART!

it’s me again😁

I feel like we were robbed of Nico and Jason content (NOT A SHIP) after Jason died, so any angsty Headcanons of Nico after Jason died?

Nico didn't make friends. He didn't get close to people. For all his life, Nico had Bianca. Then she died. And Nico was alone. Alone. Ironic as it is, the word seems like the sincerest company Nico had ever had.

Then, Nico met Hazel. That was... that was different. He had to protect her, he didn't have a choice. He lost his sister because he let her go. In what world could he let this opportunity slip away? Besides, something greater was at play and Hazel was needed. Nico didn't make friends.

Then there was Reyna. They had to go on a quest together. They had something to accomplish for a greater good. One could hardly call that friendship. They understood each other, in some odd way. Neither of them were looking for friendship, and they could be comfortable with that. The silence that followed them was appreciated, necessary. Nico didn't make friends.

And then, of course, Nico met Jason. Jason, Jason, what word could describe Jason. He was kind, Nico knew that immediately. He liked to hugs his friends when he got excited. He lost his glasses when they were sitting on his head. He loved his sister more than anything in the world. And... he accepted Nico. For everything that he was, the baggage that he carried, the burden that he became, Jason accepted it. Jason welcomed it. He stood there with open arms and he didn't force Nico, but how in the world could Nico turn away from that smile. So Nico started to make friends.

And, gods, you can't ever just make one. With Jason came Piper and Leo, Hazel and Frank, Thalia and Reyna, Percy and Annabeth, and -- now this one was the strangest of all -- Will Solace. Nico had friends. The word scared him, for the first time in a long time, Nico wasn't alone. He was never alone. Percy and Jason refused to sit alone at meal times, so they created the table of the big three. People needed help in the infirmary, so Nico found himself there, warding off death and encouraging the medics to the best of his ability. People wanted to talk, hang out, destress after all the fighting and... they wanted Nico there. When Nico needed to hide from the world, hide from his new friends, he would go to Jason. When Nico needed to complain about that insufferable, stubborn Solace with a mouth worse than a sailor, he would go to Jason. When Nico needed a hug, he would go to Jason. Nico wasn't familiar with the word, but Jason was his best friend. His first friend. Then Jason had to leave to look for Leo. Nico couldn't feel jealous, it was selfish for him to do so. Leo was Jason's best friend. Now, with the confirmation of his life, it only made sense for Jason to want to go. Nico couldn't be jealous, he knew that.

And then Jason was gone. Truly gone. Nico could feel that much. He didn't leave cabin for a full day. Will would be wondering where he was, he knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed. Jason was gone. Who could he tell? Percy, Annabeth- they were off at school, trying to keep their lives normal. Reyna, Frank, and Hazel had returned to Camp Jupiter. He couldn't tell them, not without solid proof. It hurt to think about their reactions to their information. And Will... Will understood loss, he'd seen it in his own hands too many times. But Jason was Nico's best friend. His first friend. And Jason was gone. Nico hates death. Ironic, a child of hades hating the very thing that defines him. Nico lost Bianca. He found Jason. And Jason brought Nico back to life. No matter how badly Nico wanted to do the same in return, he couldn't. Jason wouldn't allow it. The confirmation of his death was worse than Nico had imagined. He couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't feel. He had thought that he was finished with these emotions after he had come to terms with Bianca's death. But they were there again. Jason was gone. Nico couldn't save him. Nico couldn't bring him back. He wasn't sure how to live.

Send that playlist to me RN

my brother is blasting nightcore. i know no peace

Me: *starts writing something*

My brain:

ugh a woman kisser

Yes ma’am I am 🫡 🤭

I see myself in this farmer and I’m obsessed

A different point of view

It's hard to remember how others see the world when you see pixels all the time. Maybe that's why the farmers can't play sports🤔

This one's a little messier than usual and the perspective is all over the place but it was cooking in the oven for too long and if I kept nit-picking it, I would have burnt it. But anyway! I'm getting better at drawing the farmers :D I've never drawn any of the bachelor's before I started this blog so hopefully I get better as I go on!

Me? Writing poetry? Yes!

My latest work (untitled):

Oh my love

It is is your soul that I find my religion

Stardust lies in the crooks of your skin

And the sun itself shines within your eyes

Were you a goddess,

I would lay upon your altar

Clothed in soft silk and fine jewels

Smooth stone warm on my back

Lilacs and ferns ‘round my neck

An offering fit for your divinity

Golden sunlight floods your temple as the sun rises above

You descend

And though my eyes burn, I could not look away

Were you a goddess,

I would be your priestess

Humble and holy, clean my hands of the blood before I touch your skin

Fill your temple with all things soft and sacred

A mere distraction from what lies within me

Had I the power, I’d grant you your every desire

Turn glorious empires and vast mountains to mere dust

Bring the whole world to its knees

Bloody and bruised before you

So they may revel in your glory as I do

Forgive me, darling

For whatever I touch rots beneath my palm

Everything I love, I destroy

Devotion and obsession

Are they so different after all?