the ghost king

nico di angelo (+ pjo ocs)

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"nico di angelo here. this is supposedly safe for demigods, so i'm on here now."

// this blog has some specific headcanons on nico. minor tw for mentions of an ed & sh. those are:

-audhd, transmasc, he/they

-kind of physically disabled? it's there i'm just shit at explaining but basically if he overdoes shadow-travel/underworld-y magic he feels a decent bit of pain & exhaustion. sleep helps.

-when overwhelmed/emotional he can accidentally do weird things like summoning skeletons or withering plant life.

-definitely an insomniac

-not the best at food. he doesn't eat much that often. they comment on this in the books idk. he's not sure what it is.

-has a few sh scars but those are from when things get Really Bad for him. most came from the period of: when he was alone in tartarus to just after the camps made peace.

love my charlie spring -coded boy

ooc is tagged as such. nico is nicoposting.

i run @apollo-phoebus @telemachus-prince-of-ithaca and my main is @egret-orchids we stay silly :3

[la-rue-is-better-then-you]

Open starter rp: Training.

It was a nice day at camp, The sky was clear and the sun shone down on the strawberry fields, You walked past them and over to the arena, getting ready to train when you spotted Clarisse in the arena with her spear. A gift from Ares. Her father.

The hum of electricity could be heard coming from the spear as she stabbed at a dummy in the stomach, causing the stab wound around the dummy to hiss.

You walked over expecting her to pause and look over at you but she seemed far too busy training to notice you standing a little ways behind her.

What do you do?

(Anyone can interact! Oc is ok! so is cannon!)

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"you... having fun there?"

a pause as nico pulls off his jacket, revealing pale, scarred arms.

"you need a training partner? i've got some time if you do."

[christmaslightaddict]

Open starter

Trying to feel something

Tw: will have mentions of abuse, and contains heavy self harm

Colleen had been more secretive lately, more reserved, she was even more quieter than usual. Her usual Christmas light sparkle was gone

She constantly hid in the hades cabin, just like now, she hid in a darker part of the hades cabin. Colleen thought she was hidden enough. You opened the door to the cabin, forgetting to knock.

You had a question for her. When you creaked the door open, you saw Colleen trying to cover up her arms. You thought it was nothing at first, till you noticed the blood trickling down her arms and dripping off her hands like rain drops. The crimson flowing out of her, with no signs of stopping

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“…hey. you… okay?”

nico’s voice is hesitant, questioning.

“what’d you…”

[christmaslightaddict]

“N-nothing! Nothing” Colleen stated. She hid her arm behind her back. Of all the times for Nico to be at camp why’d it have to be now.

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“uh… huh. if you’re hurt, you ought to go see will. or at least let someone know. you ought to know how some unchecked injuries from monsters can be… bad.”

[christmaslightaddict]

Open starter

Trying to feel something

Tw: will have mentions of abuse, and contains heavy self harm

Colleen had been more secretive lately, more reserved, she was even more quieter than usual. Her usual Christmas light sparkle was gone

She constantly hid in the hades cabin, just like now, she hid in a darker part of the hades cabin. Colleen thought she was hidden enough. You opened the door to the cabin, forgetting to knock.

You had a question for her. When you creaked the door open, you saw Colleen trying to cover up her arms. You thought it was nothing at first, till you noticed the blood trickling down her arms and dripping off her hands like rain drops. The crimson flowing out of her, with no signs of stopping

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“…hey. you… okay?”

nico’s voice is hesitant, questioning.

“what’d you…”

[ghostking-di-angelo]

How does it feel to know Eve’s dad crawled out of the underworld

“…what.”

[ghostking-di-angelo]

Beetle had once again appeared. While it was scurrying off, it tripped on a rock or something, and it's hood fell off. They looked familiar. Short black hair, and pale skin. A lot like Nico. Or, someone he knew.

(Heyhey! I hope you don't mind sibling oc interaction! :3)

@beetlethebringerofdeath

"you okay there? it's beetle, isn't it? that's what i've heard the others call you. is that your name?"

[beetlethebringerofdeath]

It nodded, quickly pulling its hood back over its face, turning away from Nico before he could see it.

[ghostking-di-angelo]

nico laughs softly.

“you don’t have to hide, you know. i don’t bite.”

[beetlethebringerofdeath]

It shook its head, holding the hood tightly over their face. They didn't wanna see Nico again. At least not yet.

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“alright. you know your cabin, kid?”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

Anyone can interact

Literally please I love any interaction

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"...will? you ought to sleep." nico says quietly. he does too, in all honesty.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

What I have to do. [He flips to another paper] is figure out why my brother hates me

[it was over melodramatic he knew, but this was Nico. He could not judge Will for melodrama] and why kids would rather be assassins than stay at camp

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"which brother, and... assassins?"

[unlicensed-field-medic]

Theo Daystar and Rowan Winters. One of them chose to live with big bad evil guy Commodus "over spending another second with me" and the other I saw about yea tall [he gestures to the size of a small child] covered in blood on the forest over a dead camper saying "you're not on my list"

[He pauses to let that sink in]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"odd. i knew about the death, but..." nico runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. the action's in vain, though, as it just falls back down into his eyes. "that... really sucks."

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will can't help but smile at the motion, but doesn't comment on it] yeah. Came back later and gave me that though [He points at a stuffed dog on his desk that wasn't there before] so hopefully I made a good enough impression to get him out of it.

[Then he seems to realize] wait why are you up? Demigod dreams?

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“yeah. that…. nice dog you have there.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

Anyone can interact

Literally please I love any interaction

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"...will? you ought to sleep." nico says quietly. he does too, in all honesty.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

What I have to do. [He flips to another paper] is figure out why my brother hates me

[it was over melodramatic he knew, but this was Nico. He could not judge Will for melodrama] and why kids would rather be assassins than stay at camp

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"which brother, and... assassins?"

[unlicensed-field-medic]

Theo Daystar and Rowan Winters. One of them chose to live with big bad evil guy Commodus "over spending another second with me" and the other I saw about yea tall [he gestures to the size of a small child] covered in blood on the forest over a dead camper saying "you're not on my list"

[He pauses to let that sink in]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"odd. i knew about the death, but..." nico runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. the action's in vain, though, as it just falls back down into his eyes. "that... really sucks."

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

Anyone can interact

Literally please I love any interaction

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"...will? you ought to sleep." nico says quietly. he does too, in all honesty.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

What I have to do. [He flips to another paper] is figure out why my brother hates me

[it was over melodramatic he knew, but this was Nico. He could not judge Will for melodrama] and why kids would rather be assassins than stay at camp

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"which brother, and... assassins?"

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

Anyone can interact

Literally please I love any interaction

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"...will? you ought to sleep." nico says quietly. he does too, in all honesty.

[ghostking-di-angelo]

Beetle had once again appeared. While it was scurrying off, it tripped on a rock or something, and it's hood fell off. They looked familiar. Short black hair, and pale skin. A lot like Nico. Or, someone he knew.

(Heyhey! I hope you don't mind sibling oc interaction! :3)

@beetlethebringerofdeath

"you okay there? it's beetle, isn't it? that's what i've heard the others call you. is that your name?"

[beetlethebringerofdeath]

It nodded, quickly pulling its hood back over its face, turning away from Nico before he could see it.

[ghostking-di-angelo]

nico laughs softly.

“you don’t have to hide, you know. i don’t bite.”

[another-argo]

>>open starter<<

now you suck. (TW: suicide attempt?)

You could hear Argo yelling in the woods. It was very loud. If Argo was anything- it was loud.

There was a sound of something snapping- then Argo yelling some more.

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE HERE- AT LEAST BE FUCKING PRESENT!"

You round a corner, find Argo climbing a tree- trying to jump down, and then floating down in a slow gust of golden magic.

"AAHDHHDH!" They kick the ground. "FUCK YOU! LET ME DIE YOU DICK!!"

ANYONE MAY INTERACT

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[ghostking-di-angelo]

"argo..?" nico calls out. "what're you doing?"

[another-argo]

Argo groans, lying in the grass.

"I'm trying to die. Kronos won't let me."

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"hm. i probably wouldn't let you either. you don't deserve asphodel." nico replies, settling himself cross-legged on the grass near to where argo's lying. "and i sure as hades wouldn't resurrect your ass."

[another-argo]

"Yeah, I'll probably end up in Tartarus." Argo punches the ground. "I don't care- I just.. AHAHAHDHHDH-" They scream, covering their face.

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"is... are you... good?"

[ghostking-di-angelo]

Beetle had once again appeared. While it was scurrying off, it tripped on a rock or something, and it's hood fell off. They looked familiar. Short black hair, and pale skin. A lot like Nico. Or, someone he knew.

(Heyhey! I hope you don't mind sibling oc interaction! :3)

@beetlethebringerofdeath

"you okay there? it's beetle, isn't it? that's what i've heard the others call you. is that your name?"

[another-argo]

>>open starter<<

now you suck. (TW: suicide attempt?)

You could hear Argo yelling in the woods. It was very loud. If Argo was anything- it was loud.

There was a sound of something snapping- then Argo yelling some more.

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE HERE- AT LEAST BE FUCKING PRESENT!"

You round a corner, find Argo climbing a tree- trying to jump down, and then floating down in a slow gust of golden magic.

"AAHDHHDH!" They kick the ground. "FUCK YOU! LET ME DIE YOU DICK!!"

ANYONE MAY INTERACT

taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @orion-the-hunterpt2 @lilacnightshade @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @nobilis-of-norway @faceless-bugger @unlicensed-field-medic @the-great-emperor-commodus

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"argo..?" nico calls out. "what're you doing?"

[another-argo]

Argo groans, lying in the grass.

"I'm trying to die. Kronos won't let me."

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"hm. i probably wouldn't let you either. you don't deserve asphodel." nico replies, settling himself cross-legged on the grass near to where argo's lying. "and i sure as hades wouldn't resurrect your ass."

[another-argo]

>>open starter<<

now you suck. (TW: suicide attempt?)

You could hear Argo yelling in the woods. It was very loud. If Argo was anything- it was loud.

There was a sound of something snapping- then Argo yelling some more.

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE HERE- AT LEAST BE FUCKING PRESENT!"

You round a corner, find Argo climbing a tree- trying to jump down, and then floating down in a slow gust of golden magic.

"AAHDHHDH!" They kick the ground. "FUCK YOU! LET ME DIE YOU DICK!!"

ANYONE MAY INTERACT

taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @orion-the-hunterpt2 @lilacnightshade @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @nobilis-of-norway @faceless-bugger @unlicensed-field-medic @the-great-emperor-commodus

[ghostking-di-angelo]

"argo..?" nico calls out. "what're you doing?"

[ghostking-di-angelo]

How’s it feel knowing ur sister is friends with a Nyx kid?

“i don’t care. she’s not friends with the actual goddess, is she?”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

a note in nico’s handwriting.

solace, when you see this come to my cabin. your siblings forced me out of yours when i nearly tripped over nothing. this is why i don’t play capture the flag.

@ghostking-di-angelo (// formerly olympus-central)

[Will pauses in cutting guaze pads to read the note, reluctantly setting the unfinished bits of his work in a drawer. The vagueness meant it could be serious and he had a feeling Nico did that on purpose but he wasn't going to risk it, making his way towards the Hades Cabin]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

nico’s sat cross-legged on the floor of his cabin, leaning against the side of his bunk when will enters.

“hey.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

Hey yourself. What happened in capture the flag?

[Will closes the door behind him, moving to sit on Nico's bunk, leaned forward to look at them more closely]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“just…” nico waves a vague hand, “managed to overdo it on the… skeleton thingy. we needed better defences, it was the best i could do. unfortunately, it… did not exactly agree with me. things hurt now.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will sighs. Ideally Nico wouldn't do capture the flag, but he knew that wasn't fair.]

Does it hurt anywhere specific? [He reaches down to ruffle Nico's hair, a couple leaves falling out]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“not really. could be worse, it’s more of an all-over ache.” nico huffs a shaky laugh. “i should be fine by tomorrow.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will slides down off the bed to sit by Nico, dragging the blanket with his and wrapping it over Nico's shoulders]

how noble of you, sacrificing for the good of the team [it's not quite sarcastic, but something adjacent to that] did you win though?

[ghostking-di-angelo]

nico mumbles a thanks. “yeah.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

Ha! Congrats! That's my boyfriend! [He pulls Nico into a side hug]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

nico smiles. “we had percy and annabeth on our side too!”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[His face wrinkles a little at that] you could've taken a couple steps back. Those odds seem a little too stacked with you going all out

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“they were on attack, I was on defence. the hermes kids wanted to go against just us three.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will shrugs] fine fine. But try to be a bit more careful next time? For your worried boyfriend in the infirmary?

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“yes, yes, alright. i’m trying not to make worrying you a hobby. i feel like i’m failing that.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

I'll always worry. You might as well enjoy it a little

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“very funny. i know i do… stupid things. i try not to land myself in your hands as often as i probably used to. y’know, back from the argo ii…”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

I know. [Will leans his head on Nico] you're doing so much better. I don't mind taking care of you though. And you can always just stop by to help out.

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“i do try! i’ve helped you with, like- chore-type things.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will snorts and kisses the side of Nico's head] you have you have. Im just greedy and want to see my boyfriend more

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“you see me practically daily when i’m here. if i’m not you know i try to iris message.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

What part of greedy do you not understand? [He laughs, wrapping both arms tight around him and squeezing]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“oh, i understood it. just clarifying.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

Good. Then does this mean I get you on healing duty during the next official capture the flag game?

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“deal. wouldn’t want to play anyway.”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will looks extremely happy with this promise but stays chill aside from the stupid smile on his face]

cool. Awesome. I can't wait

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“you have a lovely smile. have i told you that?”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[He blue screens for a couple seconds before going red and clearing his throat]

if you did I definitely forgot.

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“well. i can tell you it a lot more often if you want.”

nico presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[That does not help with the blush, absolutely not making eye contact right now]

I wouldn't complain about that.

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“so, you have a lovely smile. a pretty smile.”

nico kisses will’s cheek both times he says ‘smile’.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

You're going to kill me

[he chuckles, releasing one hand from around Nico to cover the lower part of his face]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“death’s my area of expertise, pretty boy.”

more affectionate kisses. get affection-ed, solace.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will starts gradually leaning away to try and collect himself but does not release the side hug on Nico so it's not very effective]

I'n being murdered! Help!

[ghostking-di-angelo]

“nobody’s going to hear you.”

nico’s joking. mostly.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will finally fully tips over onto the floor, his height finally given him the edge need to put his face out of Nico's reach, just dissolving into laughter]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

nico blinks. a pause. he bursts into laughter too. he’s gone bright red with blushing.

“why are we like this??”

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will remains on the floor, fist pressed over his mouth to muffle his laughter]

I dont knowww [he wheezes, trying to put himself back together]

[ghostking-di-angelo]

nico grins, a little wickedly.

“nor do i. glad to have got you this flustered, solace.”