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man, undertale ran on a weird game engine

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man. poor thing

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I have accepted that I'm never going to render this thing

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@mothmanavenue you ate this one little thing

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Can I ask for flashlight duo crumbsss

The kiddos<3

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Things I wished was brought up/talked abt more in the books and fandom pt 1

Recognizing the fact that Percy wasn't the only one who was abused in his home as a child

Chiron gaslighting Percy and constantly withholding information from him and Jason (as far as I remember)

Thalia's childhood and overall importance to the narrative

Bianca was a 12 yr old girl who made mistakes and shouldn't be hated for her decisions

Hylla -Twice Kill- Ramirez Arellano

Phoebe the Hunter

EVERY Big Three Kid getting the chance to go all out on a person or a monster!!! Not just the boys, I mean Thalia and Hazel too!!

Annabeth's rocky relationship with her mother and how they should have a conversation abt it

Hazel should've been allowed to explore her powers over precious metals instead of letting her use the Mist e.g. controlling weapons (yes ik the rating was for kids but come on there's a bunch of ways you could've done this)

The potential of Octavian, Reyna and Jason mirroring Luke, Annabeth and Thalia

Camp Jupiter being fleshed out more and having more depth

Percy and Jason shouldn't have fought over leadership

Jason literally being replaced in his own camp and getting mocked for no longer being Roman even tho he was replaced by a Greek

Reyna and Jason's friendship

Dakota

The potential of Thalia and Nico being friends

Percy's mistreatment throughout the first 5 books from CHB

Thalia should've been in the room during the final fight in tlo

Rachel Elizabeth Dare is a wonderful character and doesn't deserve the hate just because she threatened the development of Percabeth

JASON AND THALIA SHOULDVE HAD MORE TIME TO DEVELOP AND BE TOGETHER

The only couple that should've been on the Argo II was Percabeth

The caleo plot line should've been a platonic relationship at best cause they both deserved better. Say what you want abt Calypso but she deserved to be freed. also, GIVE LEO A SELF LOVE PLOT LINE!!

Showing us how Leo learned to not be so afraid of using the powers that he believes killed his mother

I still think that Rick could've done something with the ' a Greek and a Roman born as siblings for the first time in centuries thing'

The implication that Thalia at 12 yrs old literally got torn apart by a pack of hellhounds on that hill (see tlt and hoh for proof)

Jason and Percy's rivalry should've either been caused by jealousy for the other having something they longed for (e.g. Jason wanted a family and a close relationship with his sister and a Camp that cared abt him.)

(Percy wanted Demigods to have a safe place to go and he definitely hated waking up in the forest alone with no memory surrounded by wolves)

Annabeth and Jason should've had more time spent together developing a friendship or a sibling relationship as they share an older sister

Rick failed at writing the Aphrodite Cabin and could've done better with the Hunters

Is it really necessary to have every major character be a cabin counselor?

Jason is the son of Jupiter yet he's only met Zeus.

Will's trauma from losing 2 of his brother's and being forced into a leadership position at a VERY young age should've been discussed more

Does anyone know what happened to the remaining Demigods from the Titan Army? Did they die? Did they run away? Were they offered a place at Camp, what???

who was responsible for telling the parents of the Demigods who died during botl and tlo and how did they even do it?

Why tf did Chiron make a 14 Yr Old boy tell a 10 yr old his sister was dead???

Drew Tanaka has the potential to be a layered and interesting character but Rick wrote her as a stepping stone for Piper

Instead of having everyone minus Leo be in a relationship on the Argo II, it should've just been Percabeth, who are the oldest (minus Hazel) and most experienced (slightly minus Jason) mentoring the others and helping them learn how to use their abilities and work as a team

Jason and Piper should've spent hoo learning who they are and who the other person is so they can learn to trust and depend on each other instead of jumping into a relationship right off the bat

Also they should've been the founders of the Leo protection squad just saying

Was losing daedalus' computer AND Luke's dagger necessary?

Percy should've spoken up when they were contemplating leaving Nico in the jar

The way Percy got all his memories back while Jason DIDN'T

Perseus means to 'Destroy' and Jason means 'to Heal' I think this could've been a great thing to talk about and https://www.tumblr.com/starlightshadowsworld/744309856211697664/this-exactly-like-were-told-time-and-time-again?source=share this post explains it better and credits to @rowlev and @starlightshadowsworld for it.

Thalia's relationship with the hunters is definitely a lot more complicated than we think, see this post -> https://www.tumblr.com/caffeinatedflumadiddlebutpjo/645485477726715904/i-am-having-feelings-about-thalia-grace-everyone?source=share for a better explanation

Why were Nico and Percy the only ones to go apeshit on a monster/goddess/person? What about Jason, Hazel and Thalia? yes ik Hazel fought Paisphae in HOH but that was the mist and not her actual powers over jewels and other Pluto/Hades abilities that we could've explored. Jason is praised for defeating Krios on his own as well as the trojan sea monster yet we don't get to see him go all out or put in a situation where he's pushed to the brink and is forced into a fit of rage. No, seeing Thalia turn to ice wasn't enough I need more.

Also I know it was mainly about the 7+Nico and Reyna but what if we got a perspective of Thalia or Hylla right after Reyna and Nico escaped from Orion? what if we got to see how that fight went? what if we saw Hylla and Thalia beating the absolute shit out of Orion like Nanami and Itadori did to mahito in jjk season 1? cause you can't tell me that both Thalia and Hylla wouldn't have just straight up used him as a punching bag after he killed their friends and comrades.

Children of the Big Three Do. Not. Just. Apply. To. The. Boys! I will fight you.

What kind of drawbacks do you think washing away the Curse of Achilles done to Percy? Demigods already have bad luck, Percy and Thalia especially, since they were the products of a broken Oath.

Rick shipping one person with another much older person (see Annabeth who had a crush on Luke who was 7yrs older than her and was implied to have returned said feelings during tlo when he was 24 and she was 16. As well as fans who dislike Frank for being 16 while Hazel was 13 and Calypso and Leo which speaks for itself. y'know?)

People are allowed to feel torn/conflicted about Silena's actions during the war

Writing off single characters into the Hunters of Artemis is not the best way to wrap up arcs. (FYI I love the hunt and think it's cool but I just think that Thalia and Reyna could've has a different ending to their arcs)

The fact that Thalia is always pushed out of the picture when it comes to the Broken Trio dynamic even tho she plays a major role in it see this post -> https://www.tumblr.com/aetherialpiplup108/743363216863887360/so-ive-always-been-a-little-upset-at-the-way?source=share for more info

pls list things I may have missed or add your own below. here's the link for part 2 -> https://www.tumblr.com/automaticcatsandwich/748806951406813184/things-i-wish-was-brought-uptalked-abt-more-in?source=share

#fair tho

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close one Marcille

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not quite what i was going for, but i dont hate it!

from this fic by @theuniverseismyaesthetic

i think i'll do it again, but for now this is what you get

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Yeah she killed 6 people and what?

God forbid women have hobbies

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@ghostietea as marcille

@froz3nlemonade as falin

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Oh fuck

Holy shit

#*head in hands*

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Take a peek at Namari's muscles👀

#SHE SO FUCKING FINE

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saw someone wearing this outfit and had the strongest urge to draw nico in it!!

was gonna fill the blank space but drawing objects or backgrounds is stinky so nuh uh

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lets dance!

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“What are your parameters for loving me?”

Careful to keep her head locked forward, Naomi glances over at her son. Will’s picked-bloody fingernails scrabble at the worn bandage around his wrist, twisting until his knuckles turn white. The car shakes with his violently bouncing leg, out of time with the shuddering engine and rumbling dust roads under the wheels.

“There aren’t any.”

“There have to be — some.” The bandage is longer than she thought, unspooled in his lap. He winds it back up again quickly, hands blurring; darting around his wrist, tapping on his knees, flexing and locking, flexing and locking. “I mean, what if I became a misogynist?”

She snorts. “I think you’re good, honey.”

“No, Mom, what if? Think about it for real. You’d stop loving me, right?”

“I might knock you around a bit, but it’d pretty hard to stop loving you completely,” she teases. She pinches the stubbornly-clinging baby fat of his cheeks between her knuckles, ruffling his hair when he ducks away.

“Seriously, Mama.”

“I dunno, Will. I’d send you to work for your Auntie Di for a while, probably. Reckon she’d straighten you out good.”

“Okay.” He nods, twice to himself, chewing on his lip. The bandage is wrapped around his elbow, now, pulled tight enough that she can hear the groan of his joints. “Okay. What if I killed someone?”

“Be a pretty hefty secret for the two of us.”

“An innocent person. Cold blood, just because I wanted to.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I could, Mom. People are — unpredictable.” He picks at a hole in his shorts until it’s wide enough to slide three fingers through, pulling the bandage in after them. It looks yellowed next to the green of the fabric, worn. “Sometimes you think you know someone but you don’t.”

“I know you.”

She pushes on her turn signal, slowing to a near stop. Will’s twitching fingers unconsciously synch up, cri-tap, cri-tap, cri-tap. The rusted rims groan as her tires amble around the bend, quieting as she lurches forward. They both duck as she hits a pothole, narrowly avoiding the warped ceiling.

“Cold blood, Mama.”

“I’d — it would scare me, I guess.” The next few potholes are smaller — she can avoid them with some manoeuvring. A mouse darts out onto the road, rushing out from the surrounding cornfields, and she slams on the break, thrusting her arm out to the passenger side. Will’s hands come to cup over her forearm as he slams into it, grunting softly. The mouse sprints across the rest of the road, tail swishing behind it, disappearing into the stalks. She settles back into her seat, brushing across Will’s seatbelt as she does, and presses the gas again. “More for you than of you. For what would happen if someone came knocking.”

“You wouldn’t report it?”

“No I wouldn’t report it, Will, Jesus.”

“But I — but I did something evil.”

“This is a hypothetical, baby.”

“And in the hypothetical. You’re —” He scrubs his hand down his face, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re a good person. You have — morals.”

“I’m a person, Will.” The GPS beeps at her — twenty-five miles to the Tennessee border. “And I’m a mother before that.”

“So if I — you would just — just like that? You’d — forgive me?”

“I’d love you,” she corrects.

“But you wouldn’t forgive me.”

She shrugs. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“So how do you know you’d still love me?”

“Because there’s nothing you could do, baby. I mean it.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Not even if I was a bully? Or a landlord? Or if I — liked boys?”

He says it quickly, or tries to, but he stumbles over his words, tripping over the syllables. Naomi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it hard.

“You would still love me, if I — if I —”

Keeping her movements steady, she removes her boot from the gas. Will glances, fast, at her tightening knuckles on the steering wheel, looking quickly away. She guides the car to the shoulder of the road, pulling into park, and kills the engine, unclipping her seatbelt and turning ninety degrees to face her son. Will crowds into the corner of the seat, hunching in on himself, shoulders tense and curling, hair failing over her lowered head.

“Oh, Will.”

His body shakes as she pulls him into her, hands trembling so bad they spasm, twitching out of the fists he makes. She shifts until both of her arms wrap tightly around her torso, ignoring the burn of the trench, tucking his forehead into her collarbone, dropping her lips to press against his temples, his cheeks, the crown of his head.

“It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s — not. I’m still, I can still —”

“Sh.” His tears drip onto her shirt, her skin. He chokes back a sob and she tightens, reflexively, pulling his whole body even closer to her, somehow, making space for his too-long legs, knees hitting his chest, feet dangling off the seat, gearshift shoved into his thigh. His chest heaves with the effort of keeping his cries locked up in his throat, hidden behind clenched teeth, squeezed shut eyes. His fingers cling onto her shirt, twisting the fabric so hard it warps. Her own fingers clutch desperately at the ridges of his spine, the inside of his elbow; squeezing, holding, bruising. His voice is rough as raw grit and reedy as pond scum, barely above a whisper.

“I like boys, Mama.”

“I heard you.” She rests her forehead on his shoulder, her own breaths shuddering. “I heard you, sweetheart.”

“I like — a boy.”

“Okay.”

“For a long time.”

Her swallow constricts her throat, shoving the air back in her lungs. How long, she cannot bring herself to ask — when was it, exactly, that he decided he could not trust her with this? When did she lose that privilege? Was it when he started protecting her from the pain in his life, or before? When he lost everyone close to him at once, or when he broke down and told her about it? When was she no longer the person he ran to when he was scared, nervous, afraid?

He used to come to her for everything.

“I love you,” she whispers, voice wet as it slides against the lump in her throat. She squeezes him again, and this time, he squeezes back, pressing his face into her skin. “Will Solace, you are what keeps me going, do you understand that? Come up here, baby, look at me.”

His eyes aren’t hers. He takes after his father, really; after his older brother once upon a time. But he speaks like she does and smiles like she does and stands like she does, and when he cries he gets that same look, like the ocean has emptied itself inside of him. She cradles both palms to his wet cheeks, thumbs pressing under his eyes, kissing his forehead, his cheekbones, wiping the tears away.

“Fifteen years long you’ve been the light of my life. I need you to understand that, Will. I have never loved anything like I love you and there will never be anyone who comes even close. There is no hypothetical, no situation, no anything that could change that. There are no parameters. None. You understand me?”

“Everything stops,” he croaks. “Everything has a limit.”

“Not me,” she says firmly. “You ain’t a baby no more, baby, but you’re gonna have to pretend for a moment that I know everything again. I am telling you that there is no boundary. And I am not giving you the option to disagree. You are my son and my sun and that’s final, Will. That’s final.”

His face crumples. She pulls him close again, sighing, letting him curl up in his lap like he’s ten years younger than she should be, instead of the ten years older he acts. She runs a hand through he knotted hair and another down his back and presses her lips to his temples, holding him every place she can reach, and rocks them, even though there’s no room to do it, humming slow and low under her breath.

“We’ll get there,” she promises, tapping a beat on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Okay?”

He nods into her neck. “Okay.” His voice is small but not cowering, thankfully; small like he’s hiding in her instead of from her. She fights the urge to sag into him, to burst into tears of her own.

“I love you, Will. No matter what and forever.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

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