HALF GOD, HALF DEAD

[arch-dieangelo]

independent nico di angelo from the riordanverse. i am very critical of many of the author’s choices in the books regarding plot lines, character arcs, and portrayals. due to this, and the fact that i have been writing this muse for around ten years, i am canon divergent in some aspects as well as headcanon based. absolutely no smut will be present on this blog. i do not use icons, nor do i have a faceclaim for nico, though you are more than welcome to use icons. i write nico as a south asian trans boy. please take a moment to review my list of canon divergences if you are familiar with nico at all, especially if you write in the riordanverse. this blog is crossover and oc friendly, and no knowledge of nico or the series is required to interact. themes involving familial death, death in general, and grief are heavily featured here, so please follow at your own discretion.

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[arch-dieangelo]

someone clean up my notifs for me i feel ill everytime i logon and its just bots

[arch-dieangelo]

today. today i am thinking about nico and loneliness and isolation and the feeling of Not Belonging no matter how hard he tries

[andromedaarchives]

𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 !

🌿                                            “  𝐢𝐭  𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭  𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮  move  ‘r  not  —-  ”          a  moving  target  poses  no  threat  to  her  marksmanship.    the  three  consecutive  shots  make  the  air  hazy  and  her  mind  is  swimming  :    she  is  confident  nonetheless.      (    she  wouldn’t  take  the  bet  to  compromise  the  safety  of  another,    no.    but  chiron  deems  her  a  master  archer  and  who  is  she  to  disagree  ?    and  a  master  archer  is  not  felled  by  three  damn  shots.    )      the  arrowheads  glint  as  she  waves  the  bow  in  display.          “  i’m  gon’  hit  it  either  way.    no  prob.  ” ( from this post. )

[arch-dieangelo]

          his focus is split between keeping the fruit balanced properly on his head and being ready to shadow-jump within a fraction of a second if the arrow takes unfortunate trajectory.  he's not scared , just taking appropriate caution in situation that's not nearly as dangerous as the issues he regularly gets dragged into.  nico's only had one  (  1  )  shot under andromeda's guidance , and he hated every bit of it , but andromeda seems to be taking it better.     "     i trust you.     "     eyes close and he relaxes his shoulders as he exhales.  looks back at her and gives her a precarious nod , careful still of the apple.  shadows under his feet shift and curl protectively up his legs.  this will be just fine  !     "     alright. go for it.     "     

[arch-dieangelo]

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICO!!!” Chrissy is standing with a cake, balloons, and presents. Aphrodite kids are simply built different.

nico is only mildly horrified. gives her a very very big hug and doesn't let go for an extended period of time and then tries not to die of embarrassment. promises vaguely and a little threateningly that she'll get what's coming for her on her birthday.

[arch-dieangelo]

hiii ❤️ like this and i’ll spam you with some inbox prompts from your tag?? somewhere around 3-5, & you dont need to reply to any that you’re not vibing with, i just like to send options :p err if you’re a multi and we haven’t interacted, lmk which characters. if you follow caleb / @flamefear too, i might send some from his blog as well

[arch-dieangelo]

hi. so so sorry for my absence this month… its been a Lot. anyway. nico birthday tomorrow … what’s the plan

[arch-dieangelo]

i feel ummm really weird ❤️ would appreciate a Little bit of positivity or perhaps an egg in these trying times

[spixi-moved-deactivated20240205]

well, hes a fine young man. if you overlook the atrocities

[arch-dieangelo]

Hi hello hi. Chrissy may have seen/probably saw Bianca when she was in the Underworld before Bianca chose rebirth.

i am acting so normal about this information. please never tell nico.

[arch-dieangelo]

"Baby brooooooother!"

          "     i am turning ninety-one this year. not a baby.      "

[andromedaarchives]

@dieangelo said : ‘You  didn't  ask.’  +  he’s  telling  her  that  his  full  first  name  is  nicodemo  (he  is  lying)  ((he  has  definitely  previously  told  her  it  was  domenico  and  before  that  has  told  someone  else  it  was  nicolas))  (((it  is  not  lying  if  it  is  funny!)))

🌿                                            “  𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞  𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.  ”          there  is  a  disconcerting  mix  of  disbelief  and  fear  painted  onto  her  face  —  andromeda  wonders  how  long  her  expression  can  morph  between  the  two  so  fluidly  before  her  mind  finally  catches  up.    no  way.    nico  isn’t  old  to  the  point  of  forgetting  his  own  name,    she’s  sure  of  that  much,    but  this  seems  .  .  .    excessive.          “  no.    you’re  jokin’.  ”          a  long  pause  sinks  between  them.    andromeda  wonders  which  one  of  them  will  crack  first.    the  knowledge  that  it  will  be  her  haunts  her,    lurking  in  peripheral  vision  with  a  dry  laugh.    nico  only  blinks.    she  blinks  back,    incredulity  unwavering.    she  prods  again.          “  nico.    —--  ?  ”

meme.      accepting.

[arch-dieangelo]

          it's during times such as this that nico's lack of expression comes in handy , unable to betray anything behind an impassive look.  andromeda seems bewildered , a strange mix of emotions flashing across her face.  good , she's exactly where he wants her to be.  he looks back at her , an impromptu staring session only because he's determined to stick to the fucking bit.  he breaks eye contact when he blinks and shrugs , like he doesn't care if she takes the bait or not , but he does , and she will.     "     mama named me after my grandfather.     "     a lie to the maximum , his mama     (     may she rest in peace     )     doesn't even know the name he goes by now.  maria di angelo will forgive him for this , if only because it brings him joy.     "     look , here's proof if you don't believe me.     "     he pulls out a red plastic card from an arcade that he visited a few years back , one that has a pixelated picture of him and reads nicodemo.  the card cost 4 tokens that he would rather have used to get tickets at skeeball , but he'd known even then that it would come in handy.     "     why would i joke about this  ?     "

[ourdyingbeast]

I'm filled with divine love and undying rage

[kronoscrvwned]

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜  /  @dieangelo

"Well, at least you aren't stupid."

There was a small strand of hope in that. Stupidity, Luke had learned, was one of the key motivations behind refusal, and he very much did not want a refusal from the son of Hades. One of the motivations, but not the only one. Percy Jackson was stupid - brave, of course, but bravery could be caused by stupidity, and in Percy's case it certainly was. Annabeth, on the other hand...

Luke shook away the thought of Annabeth; nowadays it felt like a physical pain inside him, a grating of metal on metal, like the grinding of sword on sword. It set his teeth on edge, and he gritted them together, as if he could neutralise the guilt through sheer force of will. The constant pressure at the base of his skull was worse today, more insistent, the clawing fingers burying themselves deeper in the muscles of his shoulders, his neck. The weight of the dagger in his hands was comforting, solid, the handle and grip worn smooth through years of use, and when he flipped it, caught it, it brought him back down to earth. A small reminder of skill. He managed a grin, more sharp-toothed, arrogant than he had intended. He had decided on charm, but charm came slowly these days.

"There are benefits, you know. You don't need to abandon hope so easily." The dagger was sending the wrong message to the kid, but Luke found he couldn't sheathe it, testing the edge with the calloused pad of his finger. "What have you ever gained from loyalty?"

[arch-dieangelo]

          bottom line is that he's scared.  all he's known is fear since percy jackson told him news that he can't bear to repeat.  when the sun has long set and he huddles in a too-big jacket for warmth , he tries to form words that convey that his only family is dead.  all that comes out is rattled breath.  the dead lurk beside him , near corporeal , and the shadows stretch for his attention.  none of this makes sense , none of this was in the rules of that stupid card game he liked.

          and here , luke castellan doesn't scare him , not on his own at least.  so the guy has a dagger.  both of nico's hands wrap around the hilt of a blade forged in the river styx , black as a nightmare and wickedly sharp.  he spent time with skeletons learning how to use the weapon , but percy had told him how capable of a swordsman luke was.  the other demigod has over half a foot in height and definitely further range on him.  nico has his underworldly abilities.  is that enough to protect him in a fight , if it came down to it  ?  does he even have anything worth fighting for  ?

          the grin unnerves nico , and he tries his best not to show it.  lowers his eyes so that his gaze is trained on the dagger , hands tightening on his own sword until his knuckles go white.  he speaks correctly.  he was loyal  —  or something close to it to percy.  then the son of poseidon went back on his promise and his sister died.  there wasn't even a body and now he can't even summon her.  his father is hades  !  malevolent spirits respond to him when he calls on them , but she won't.  was it wrong for him to trust her too  ?  after all , she did abandon him for the hunters.  nico shakes his head , overgrown hair falling in front of his eyes.     "     but you want mine  ?  i'm not loyal to anyone.  not you.  not them.  you won't gain it by threats.     "

[isfogo]

[THERMO]DYNAMIC DUO : is that any way to talk to your oldest and dearest friend? FIRE & ICE of dc's JLI, as written by som.

[arch-dieangelo]

WHAT UNPOPULAR ARCHETYPE ARE YOU ?

the ghost... you left them behind, but a part of you comes back at night. you’re in their dreams and just outside their doorway. you’ll haunt them forever. the people you love. the people you hate. everyone who’s ever been afraid of you. they’ll remember your face, your hands, your eyes in the dark. you’re the reason they don’t sleep easy. there was no epilogue when you died, but the whole story is drenched with your requiem. you live on forever in their memories. you’ll always be missed, ghost. / personality: memorable, shy, spooky / / counterpart: the higher power

tagged by... i stole it babey tagging... be gay do crimes ! just tag me in it i wanna see <3

[andromedaarchives]

🌿                                      “  𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞  :    𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞  𝐦𝐞  —  ”          her  fingers  are  arranged  into  a  viewing  box,    a  director’s  imaginary  gaze  poised  within  the  framework.    nico's  presence  demands  melodramatics  just  so  she  can  see  him  roll  his  eyes  and  try  not  to  laugh.    she  squints  an  eye  shut  for  good  measure.          “  in  the  weeds,    before  i  learned  civility  :    i  used  to  scream,   ferociously.    any  time  i  wanted.  ”          she  nods  wistfully  into  the  expanse  of  field,    the  crops  wild  despite  the  chill. there was a time where she, too, was wild and untamed by the things that tie mortal hands.    hands  are  placed  on  hips,    a  necessity  for  assessment.      (    she  realizes,    wanly,    that  while  she  sees  a  beloved  plot  of  beautiful  earth,    it  is  possible  that  nico  sees  only  a  country  hillside  with  a  few  wildflowers  speckling  it.    worse,    nothing  great  at  all.    the  hazed  expression  is  wiped  from  her  face  like  an  etch  -  a  -  sketch  in  attempt  to  block  the  potential  hurt  she  always  succumbs  to.    )      she  makes  a  popping  sound  with  her  lips.          “  i  used  t’be  cray - zee,    nico.    whew.  ”

𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚋𝚢  𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛  𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝. @dieangelo  liked  for  a  lyric  starter.

[arch-dieangelo]

          maybe in another life , where he is not a child of the underworld and his family is whole , he will be able to appreciate the strong hills and bursts of flowers and scent of earth.  has his father felt as isolated and disconnected as him  ?     (     will a response in the affirmative make nico feel any better  ?     )     as attuned he is with death , he can't seem to bond with the living , whether that be people or plants or animals.  he toes the line between life and death , more still corpse than bleeding body.  for andromeda's sake , he closes his eyes in an attempt to picture the world as she sees it , overcome with nature and welcoming any and all with open arms.  it's jarringly peaceful , a reprieve from the pleading of the wandering souls that can't find rest in any realm.  he exhales and opens his eyes , glancing at her from his periphery with a mischievous expression he can only get away with because he's allowed to.     "     used to be  ?     "     and he takes a deliberate step away from her , keeping distance in case she decides the proper response is to lash out playfully.     "     if it makes you feel better , that one year after i found out about the whole demigod thing , half of what i did was scream in the middle of forests.  very cathartic.     "