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Headcanon the Cocoa Puffs don’t eat but take nutritions telepathically from Nico.

What does it mean? It means that half of everything Nico eats would go to the Cocoa Puffs. They literally feed off his energy like a baby in their mother’s womb.

This results in Nico getting hungry faster and more often, which results in him eating much larger meals in order to keep up with the energy spend. Which is a good thing! And now whenever people see him he’s having something in his mouth or Will’s stuffing something in his mouth.

Why all of this, you ask? Well Rick decided that Nico having a children is a good thing so if I’m not going full force with the whole teen parent thing just assume I’m ded. The Puffs are literally Nico’s inner demons manifested, I’ll be damned if I’m not exploiting that disgustingly beautiful concept.

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obsessed with two 15 year olds trying to parent cocoa puffs from hell

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Will: NO INTERNALISED HOMOPHOBIA YOU CANT JUMP ON UR SISTERS HEAD LIKE THAT UR HURTING ISOLATION

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Nico: I never thought I'd be agreeing with my aunt/step grandmother but for fuck sakes grief eat your cereal

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Chiron: um one of ur kids is trying to climb the lava wall..

Nico, screaming at shame from the foot of the lava wall: THATS IT UR GROUNDED YOU BETTER GET UR ASS DOWN HERE YOUNG LADY

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Hazel: holy shit Nico have you been sleeping ???

Nico, bouncing a cocoa puff on his hip with bags under his eyes: don't have a teen pregnancy hazel

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Will: here comes the aeroplane *wHoOsHhH*

Isolation: *random gibberish*

Will, with tears in his eyes: DONT TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME *sobs*

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Bonus:

Kayla: alright kids aunty Kayla's here lets go commit some felonies

Cocoa puffs: *unionised cheering*

Will and Nico: *sobbing in teenage rebellion years they weren't ready for*

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Hades’ pet: the guardian of the Underworld, fearful three headed beast the size of a mansion.

Name: Spot.

Hobby: playing with red ball.

Nico’s pet(s): fluffy, quiet, the size of a ball at best, absolutely obedient.

Name: The Cocoa Puffs.

Hobby: making people relieving their traumas. 😀😀

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Persephone would definitely adore the Cocoa Puffs. Just sayin’.

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I know we all love the god/deity Nico. But just consider. Nico mistaken as a god.

Why? Because srsly, just imagine it.

You’re a new camper. You’re 8,9,10,11—idk, and your siblings are giving you a tour around Camp. You guys reach the Big House, and there’s Chiron, Mr.D, and then him.

This kid - not so much older than you’re - who wears all back, a sword by his hip, a distinctly powerful around him, sitting at the same table with Dionysus and Chiron. They have been talking when you arrived. He greets you with a silent nod.

Later that day, you see him again at lunch/ dinner. Still sitting with Dionysus. His plate is empty. They talk through out the meal. Perhaps he doesn’t need to eat.

You notice he has a private house all for himself, not so close to other cabins. Maybe he doesn’t like others trespassing in his place.

He’s also the quiet and reserved type, you figure.

He doesn’t talk much. But when he speaks, everyone listens. Whatever he has to say is usually impactful.

He usually sits with the goddess Hestia during the campfire. Rarely someone joins them. Will Solace does sometimes, probably bc the guy’s friendly with just everyone.

You see him in the Arena. His power is absolutely terrifying. Like. God-tier.

You take note of the fact he sometimes leaves Camp for days on a mission or an errand. Something about ghosts and Underworld. As far as you know, no one else in camp does that kind of task. And you absolutely didn’t expect the Underworld to be so easily in and out of. Not for a demigod, at least, because even the mighty Percy Jackson dislikes going there.

He talks about Cerberus and the Furies and Charon and calls Hades “dad”. He must be a chthonic deity. That explains his attire.

And the name di Angelo. It certainly sounds someone to take souls to the afterlife. The name Nico should be the equivalent of Apollo’s Lester.

When another god, Apollo - or Lester, comes visit. You see how the Olympian playfully jokes around and laughs with the Kid. In response, the Kid acts completely relaxed around him, despite not being one of Apollo’s children, whereas you’re there being like Omg it’s a God!. You figure that’s how fellow gods treat each other.

Nico di Angelo must be a God, right?

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Field of moody green clovers ♡

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Go cheer yourselves up, ladies. The comments are absolutely inspired.

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got told at lunch "you feel like Tumblr Incarnate" and i had to tell them i've been here for 13 years and counting. i was here three years before dashcon happened. i saw the mishapocalypse. i survived the gigapause. i've been here longer than the shoelaces post. i've been here since it was hipsters versus fandom and i played both sides extensively by overdoing the sepia filters on everything and making my own flashing galaxy gif edits for my fandom posts. i'm every tumblr. it's all in me

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Poor Grandma

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I had to pee really bad and o forgot that I had just sliced jalapeño peppers and the chef is looking nice at me weird because I’m pouring milk on a rag and running to the bathroom

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The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course

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adding this to the list of shows that make me want to kill myself

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Donald Glover & Maya Erskine as John & Jane Smith MR. & MRS. SMITH (2024)