Nightmare Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Something I think about a lot is how Rick Riordan very rarely uses "girlfriend/boyfriend" to refer to Percy and Annabeth within their perspectives. They're so intertwined, even Annabeth says in hoh that the word boyfriend isn't strong enough, because Percy was a part of her. They are a singular soul, too wrapped around each others' fates that regular labels are far too weak for them. But, Rick Riordan uses "boyfriend" a lot in Nico and Wills perspectives, not because they love each other less than percabeth, but to show how much the word means to them. Nico uses it any chance he gets- "his boyfriend," "he actually had a boyfriend," because Nico has never been able to say that before. Their struggle with their queer identities mixed with Nico's catholic guilt and chronic everyone-hates-me disease makes the fact that he has someone to call his actual boyfriend so much more important to his character development.

Please guys I need this

let will solace go batshit with his plague powers in court of the dead bc "no one touches my boyfriend!" 2k25

an umbrella for those april showers 🌧🌂☔

As anyone who follows me knows... im a slut for turning fandom "Incorrect quotes" into comics. Have some EPIC.

Script is courtesy of SpraklyFrogs on Reddit.

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Autistic Five HC is that he likes being upside down

Yep. He likes being upside down in trees, on the floor (but only if there’s a soft carpet underneath him), in his bed, on the couch, etc.

Why? Bc I, a fellow autistic, love being upside down. It is my one true passion. And I’m totally projecting rn bcs what else is there to do.

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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

hear me out guys. bottom!will solace isn’t just hot. it’s a full-on character study.

we always see him written as the calm one. the steady one. the one who holds everything together. and that absolutely makes sense—he’s the camp’s head medic, he keeps people alive, he’s responsible, dependable, always putting others first. he’s the one who drags Nico out of the shadows and doesn’t flinch. he’s strong. he’s in control.

but what if all of that control is exhausting?

what if Will—who spends all day making decisions, fixing people, managing crises—actually wants to let go when he’s with someone he trusts? not because he’s weak or submissive in a simplistic way, but because it’s the only time he gets to stop holding the world up. it’s the only time he gets to focus on what he feels instead of what he needs to do.

he’s a child of Apollo, raised to shine, to soothe, to be the golden boy. and that can be a heavy role. he carries so much pressure, not just from the world but from himself. he’s the kind of person who people expect to be okay all the time, who makes himself okay for other people. that builds up. and the more he tries to control it all, the more you know he probably craves a space where he doesn’t have to.

and that’s where bottom!Will becomes something intimate and powerful. not just sexy, but safe. because to give up control, you need trust. to let someone else take the lead, you need to feel completely seen and accepted. that kind of surrender becomes emotional. vulnerable. and no one makes more sense for that than Nico.

because Nico is the one person who doesn’t expect anything from Will except for him to be real. he’s not afraid of Will’s darkness or messiness. he doesn’t want him to be perfect. and Will knows that. he trusts that. so of course he’d feel safe enough with Nico to give up the act, to stop being the healer or the bright one or the caretaker, and just exist in someone else’s hands for once.

that’s not weak. that’s not soft in a diminishing way. it’s deep. it’s powerful. it’s one of the clearest signs of love and trust we could get from a character like Will.

so yeah. give me bottom!Will who shudders when the tension leaves his body. who’s used to carrying everyone else and finally gets to be held. who gets to feel instead of fix. who gets to fall apart a little and know he won’t be left behind.

to me, that’s not just smut. that’s a love story.

@onetiny-inkdropuniverse I know u share my vision!!

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Will smiles, pushing down the bubble of air that fires up his torso, pressing down on the balloon of giggles that expand up his belly, into his lungs. He hides into the pillow, acting at sleep, feeling Nico’s hand walk across his chest.

“Tell me more.”

That callused hand pauses, and Will’s breath hitches, goosebumps pilling up all over his warmed skin. He can feel the slow spread of Nico’s tiny grin in the air, can feel the crooked edge to it, the sharp edge of possession. His teeth-torn fingernails dip below the sag of Will’s stretched-out tank top and feign hesitance, feign modesty, before sliding clear up along his abdomen, his sternum, his pectorals. The web of Nico’s thumb rests dangerously, daringly close to the edge of Will’s areola, by no accident. Will shivers.

“Greedy,” Nico murmurs, and his lips are so close to Will’s skin that he feels the rumbling baritone of his voice in the hard lines of his muscles, and they clench, tiny little spasms, with every ghosting breath. “Greedy, greedy boy.”

Will’s stomach bottoms out. He feels it, dropping to his clenched toes, and drawn unbidden from his mouth is the tiniest of little sounds, breathy, gravelly, humiliating; the quiet echo of Nico’s snicker makes it so, so much more intoxicatingly worse and he can feel it, the headiness. The way his mind starts to float.

“‘M not.”

It’s barely a defense. It’s barely words. He can focus only on the scrape of Nico’s palms against his skin, on the heat of his breath, his body; so close. Will’s mind spins and his own breathing gets short, shallow. Wanting.

“You are.” His lips touch, finally, the burning want of Will’s skin; pressing firm against the slope of Will’s shoulder, hard enough to feel teeth, to feel panting, to feel the strength of Nico’s wanting. His taking. “You drink everything I give you. You replenish your blood with it, don’t you.”

“And?” Will asks, breathless, challenging. He bares his neck and hears the sharpness of Nico’s inhale; looks out of the corner of his eyes and smirks at the clench of his Nico’s jaw, the tongue that darts out to wet at his lips, to lap at him. “Will you give it to me?”

“I will give you anything.”

He says it with the force of a thousand whispers, a million final oaths. He says it and Will hears thunder clap. He feels the ground shake, the bed shake, his thighs shake, uncontrollably, weak under the bruise of Nico’s clench, the brand of his palms. I will give you anything. I will give you everything.

“How will you ever afford it?”

Nico’s teeth sink into his skin and Will opens his mouth to shout but the only sound to exit is the broken vowels of his Nico’s name, all of them. Nico shifts to face him and he knows, but the steel in his Earthen eyes, that cost is of no question, if no concern.

I will. Easily.

Will folds into him like the stars do their ending, glowing sun.