// endless haze.

you shall be BETRAYED by one who calls you a friend & you shall fail to SAVE what matters most in the end

[pelagaios]

pinned !

PERSEUS PERCY JACKSON Percy Jackson and the Olympians  /  the Heroes of Olympus

17 18  (  gotta love aging  )  .  (  demigod  )  son of poseidon

too tired for this shit let him rest

prophecy child x2  (  he doesn’t quite like immortal beings  )

fav color is blue. its special. 

he’s a leo  (  august 18th  )

when your dad is the sea god water is your game  —  be warned

expert swordsman….  somehow.  he’s not dead yet

literal skater boi aesthetic

has a magic pen only it isn’t a pen it’s a sword but for now it’s a pen

he has a friendly dog from hell  &&  a horse with a new york accent

looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

loyal to the nth degree  !!

his canon point I want to make very clear is after tartarus, it is NOT the most recent book

[pelagaios]

⤜    sunboyallowed    !!    *:･ﾟ✧.

          @pelagaios​​. ( event sc. )

He looked – in a bad mood, maybe?

Voyager had learned pretty quickly that this ‘Halloween’ was supposed to be something fun. It seemed like even the scares were all meant to be something enjoyable, though he hadn’t quite been able to figure out what made it different from any other day? What was special about being scared around Halloween?

He’d figure it out later! He really wanted to understand.

But! What he wanted to understand more was why, during a time of year when everybody else seemed so energetic and happy, this boy looked… not? Voyager puffed out his cheeks in thought, but no reason came to mind. There was plenty to do and lots of candy everywhere. It shouldn’t be an upsetting time, should it?

… well! He’d try to get in the spirit – hehe – of things, then!

Toddling up to him, Voyager shoved his arms up into the air. The sheet, laying loosely over his shoulders, slid off and tumbled into a heap on the ground.

“Boo!!”

“It’s Halloween! No sulking.”

It wasn’t even Halloween yet. Voyager still flickered in and out of sight a couple of times nevertheless, not realizing that his ghost costume had fallen off.

it was, per usual, a night the demigod would outright avoid if he had been home. the easy way with which monsters could hide in plain sight making someone such as him rightfully cautious    —    percy was a walking homing beacon. his existence alone reeking a bright, neon message of “demigod here, come eat    !”    to anything nearby. this, even when most knew the consequences of stalking him down. it was exhausting. 

though, it was hard to keep such paranoid thoughts with some of the kids running around seeking candy. the joy echoing through the crowded places of people dressed up in all manner of spooks. debating, himself, if maybe a thematic snack was in order    (    thoughts lingering on candy apples    &    bags of miscellaneous blue candy from his mom’s old job at grand central; missing days where she was a phone call away    ).    almost caught off-guard    —    flipping between more melancholy thoughts in light of the holiday    —    when the voice came running up with the customary scare.

bright gaze turning to look at the other with mirthful laughter barely contained, reaching out to pluck at the loose sheet    (    a ghost, straight out of the old cartoons he would watch with his mother; it’s the great pumpkin charlie brown    !    )    off the ground    &    carefully drape it back over the trick or treater in question. crouched to look them in the eyes.     ❝     ah, you’re correct. tonight is supposed to fun    !    lots of places to go visit.     ❞     almost taken by surprise from the...    more inhuman part    (    was the kid an actual ghost because honestly, not right now    ).     ❝     I don’t suppose you were on your way anywhere    ?     ❞     also, honestly    ?    please don’t be dead.

[pelagaios]

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @thursdy​​​​

quiet was, for a long time, something he had sought after with a driven purpose    (    normalcy, freedom. are they not one    &    the same    ?    ).    over    &    over running    (    always running    )    from the faces    &    expectations around him to seek a different outcome. what the demigod had learned was there was no running    —    a prophecy is a potent, unyielding thing. there was no escaping such a destiny; the curse of such a burden he often ignored. carefully he rolled the pen between his hands with a mild sense of wonder    (    zoë's image not visible in this sky, her story never one to be shared    ).    how long had it been since he had last held this blade    ?    falling falling falling; the rush of blood pounding away with screams of rage    &    the roar of thunder, unsteady on the wrath of the earth below.

he would toss the thing but, just like it used to, riptide always came back.

it was almost terrifying to think of everything else that came with this.....    gift. a horrifying sense of unpredictability    (    he could feel it now, louder. the brush of magic calling to him. how the dirt beneath his sneakers felt so much more tangible then ever before    —    unsure if there was ever a way to be prepared for such an oncoming storm    ).

huffed breath, dragging a hand through his hair    (    trying to ignore the careful way it shook; the demigod wasn’t sure if he was ready for the inevitable. feeling the full force of his father’s legacy pounding in his veins    ).    even with everything else this city had been good for at least one thing. the freedom to explore the type of normalcy he had long dreamed of otherwise unobtainable    (    but in a lost way. he was, still, alone    ),    even if it left percy feeling jittery with the unpredictability. the years had worn a different person into his bones, he was no longer the hero gifted such an important item.    &    yet, fingers sliding along riptide’s cap    (    a dare to check, to see if the blade still softly glowed bronze in the dying light. if the magic which crafted its sorrowful curse was still there    ).    with a sudden mask of anger the pen was thrown as far as possible. the spike of rage leaving him panting; turning on his heel    (    sneakers digging into the sand    —    what was it they had said    ?    the predictable place to seek a son of the sea god was always near the water    —    as the waves behind started to crash harder against the shore    )    before making his way down the beach. the sword would be back in his pocket before he got far, anyway.

slowly the sun peaked further above the distant curve of the earth, casting its collage of color on the ocean below. wistful pause with matching gaze    —    hands a common weight in his pocket    (    awaiting the inevitable    )    before another presence made itself known, eyes catching on the oddly dressed man with passing humor. who wears a suit to the beach    ?    (    though, as if he got to talk. here before dawn to act like a kid who had their favorite crayons stolen    ).    inching closer out of curiosity upon realizing how close the dude was to the tide    &    coming to a pause just to his right as riptide returned to his pocket, the water crashing into their shoes    (    apology on his lips before thinking better of it    )    as if to remind them it was there.     ❝     um.     ❞     yeah, actually, nevermind. he should probably go.

[pelagaios]

this is from like forever ago but for housekeepings sake gonna throw it into my tag   !!   percys getting there...

[dumbassdanny]

This has the biggest Percy Jackson energy I’ve ever seen

[pelagaios]

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @mechanicalaura​

grasped in his hand, casually thrown over his shoulder santa style, the hoard of candy carefully acquired over the course of the night. oceans piercing gaze taking in the rest of his options    (    it is a city, after all. only some of the apartment complexes even allowing in those who didn’t call them home    ).    mulling over if this haul was enough to make it through the next week give or take. like, hey, free candy. other hand reaching up to push the haphazard ears further back into the mess of his hair. eh. it’s not to late out    (    worth to see about a few more doors    ).

[pelagaios]

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @cutwarmth​​ 

the dark, floppy ears perched on the demigods head were almost as comical as the badly drawn spots on his face    (    black nose    &    one large spot over his eye to match    )    &    the obnoxiously large red collar round his throat    (    little dogbone charm bringing back melancholy memories of mrs. o’leary back home    ).    while halloween was not necessarily his favorite of holidays it would be stupid to not make a grab for the free candy trick or treating tends to entail    —    hand loosely grasping the others wrist, a lopsided grin as percy motions towards the next door down.     ❝     wait, what is your opinion on reeses    ?    sweetarts    ?    I can’t believe you are out getting candy you don’t plan on eating.     ❞

[breakbleheavens]

@camphalfbloodnetwork quest 7: favourite quote

In each case, your loved ones have been used to lure you into Kronos’s traps. Your fatal flaw is personal loyalty, Percy. To save a friend, you would sacrifice the world.

[pelagaios]

⤜    cutwarmth    !!    *:･ﾟ✧.

Rui looks at Percy as if he’d just sprouted a second head out of nowhere, or something along those lines, at least, because he really doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He understands the gist of it, at least, but he’s. Not. That’s not – Rui keeps just staring for a moment, his head tilted.

“Sparkling,” he repeats, deadpan, not because he’s agreeing with it but because the thought of going out into the sun and sparkling doesn’t really sound like a flaw so much as a – party? Maybe? He’s not sure. But Rui sighs and keeps talking. “‘Oh god it burns’. Why would I not go outside during the day if the worst that was going to happen to me was a little shimmer. Oh, the sun faults me. I glisten at you spectacularly. I had better not step outdoors. The glistening, you see.”

“… I don’t do – meeting locations.” He wanders too much for that; if he plans something with someone, so be it, but Rui isn’t exactly… used to the concept of… what, a hangout spot? He doesn’t know. It isn’t like he’s a beacon of socialization. “And I don’t like the beach. Aren’t there cafés open at night? Why would we pick the beach. At night.”

❝     yeah like uuuh... what's the song. shine bright like a diamond    ?    only like something about diamonds don’t shine. I don’t even know that's not my forte, honestly.     ❞     pausing in thought, hand pushing back through midnight hair with consideration.     ❝     scratch that, actually. I am entirely losing what I was saying. but good to know ‘cause like where I’m from sometimes its a...   technicality    ?    I mean either way everyone has to abide by rules right but    —     ❞     cutting himself off with a soft huff.     ❝     sorry. yeah got it.     ❞    leaning back    (    sneakers heels digging into the dirt with the rocking motion    )    &    hand now resting on the back of his neck. it was not often that percy was looked to as a source of answers for, well, anything    (    but a reasonable point was being made    ).

don’t ask the stupid question about lightbulbs percy, don’t do it.

❝     are they    ?    gonna be honest here I don’t often populate places like that but I guess anything here isn’t really a chain, anyway.     ❞     eyes looking off into the distance, contemplative.     ❝     I mean worth a shot, right    ?    something is bound to be open that isn’t some kind of weird night club. that would be, like, asking for trouble in spades. don’t worry about the planning thing I would have mixed it up in the end if I tried. the randomness adds a layer of interesting.     ❞    starting off in a random direction    (    it’s a city there has to be something on most corners    )    while motioning forward.     ❝     let’s see what we can find.     ❞

[pelagaios]

⤜    shadowbringcr    !!    *:･ﾟ✧.

            As fun as things has been going, all this partying and ruckus has left Lycelle quite exhausted. Not that anything has been bad, mind you, not even her certain mishap with a costume she has picked out of mere whimsy. It sure felt strange, having long hair again, and to feel the chill of icy aether running through her veins instead of pure astral energies. But once everything has been said and done, one needs a moment of respite.

            She’s been one to give treats rather than to receive them, but a single piece of candy remains in her possession. She looks at it through the clear plastic wrap, a hard crystalline piece that shines red and black, like a piece of chipped glass. Lycelle already knew what it tastes like - after all, it was what caused her prior transformation in the first place.

            But all traces of blue are gone for now, her hair returned to its original deep purple. Her casual outfit feels underdressed compared to the elaborate disguises everyone has been wearing, but a simple black cloak lies by her side at the bench. It was just a matter of donning it or not.

            The question was…should she?

            Ruminations interrupted with a familiar face - her face breaks into a smile at the sight of a friend. Can’t go sulking around when the fun is going on and everything, right? “Hey there. How’s the festival treating you?”

@pelagaios​ / TIME TO REGRET EVERYTHING

in the myriad of years    (    some with his mother, curious gaze of a child down a poorly lit apartment hallway. others in dorimtories on his own, seemingly days away from being sent home    —    told not to come back    )    percy had found himself uninclined to participate in most of the general halloween fanfare. dressing up as monsters was more likely to cause problems then provide humor, no telling the kind of reactions it would pull from his mind. but there was a partial smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as the demigod’s eyes alighted on the bodies throughout the city. hands tucked into his pockets, hovering on the edges    —    looking more like a deliquent then anything else. 

at least he wasn’t falling prey to the whims of the city.

catching sight of a known face on the fringes, making his way over to fall on the bench next to her stance. purposefully looking away from the candy in her hand.     ❝     well, it has been entertaining so far I will say that.     ❞     legs streched out in front of him, leaning into the back of the bench with a sigh.     ❝     what about you    ?    joining in with all that    ?     ❞    chin tilting to look up at her    (    ah, but there were changes no    ?    clearly she was contemplating something    ).    cascade of purple behind her a perfect example of why.     ❝     I have no stake in this but it is certainly.... something. new    ?    ah, well, I’m not big on halloween as is but I do appreciate any opportunity to be handed snacks with no questions.     ❞    signature troublemaker grin to match the quiet laugh.     ❝     I’m waiting to see some kind of old school movie rendition of twilight but with like, ponies or something. seems like a real possibility with some of these costumes.     ❞

purposeful ommission of the darker things lurking about, of the people who’s choices make his hands itch for a blade. the demigods gaze a distrusting reflection in the night upon the shadows. aspects that are to reminiscent of before.     ❝     —    but hey    !    its halloween that’s what this time of year is for.     ❞

[averagefairy]

y’all remember being 15? That was fucked up

[cassatrix-deactivated20210107]

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚. 

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Ask me questions about dark/anti/corrupted AUs of my Muse.

[nashazie]

BIG THREE!!! BIG THREE!!! BIG THREE!!!

[pelagaios]

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @cutwarmth

in reality, percy was absolutely unequivocally not the poster child for “oh look    !    this one is normal    !”    but sometimes    (    looking out from before the mist, blinking away the mirage of normalcy    )    he knew how well he looked the part. for at the end of the day at least the demigod could look like any other passing mortal    (    ignoring the part where he has been told no passing glance can overlook the..... “energies” or whatever    ).    even then it takes all kinds    —    styx, his best friend was half goat. talking to tree people was normal. even the harpies    (    you know    ?    the ones mr. d always threatened will eat you    )    haven’t been a passing thought.

the small voice saying nothing is noteworthy after what the demigod had seen in tartarus.

❝     so is it like in twilight where they can’t go outside or they risk sparkling or more like uuuh.... what’s it called. that movie where the dude goes “oh god it burns    !”    really dramatically except for real. cause as much as I don’t mind these late night meeting things we should pick a new location if its gonna be habit ya know.      ❞     peering towards the other with a passing hum of consideration.     ❝     I would suggest like the beach or something but I know for a fact at least five people will call me stereotypical.     ❞

[pelagaios]

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @ininked​

percy was, at the end of the day, not generally phased by what others might label as “strange”    —    how could he be    ?    not when his world was a hodgepodge of mysteries    &    magic    (    not when he grew up wandering the streets of new york city    ).    although, usually the sight before him would scream other things. aka: the immortal.    (    or, well, there’s the potential of a parent induced dress code he guessed. but that screamed old movies out of the early 1900s or something, right    ?    those silent black    &    white ones    ).    the demigod’s gaze locked onto the other    (    hopefully the same age. really he could not stress the “gods” thing enough    )   body with a tilt of the head. the pen twirled between fingers a contemplative habit hard to kick.

❝     don’t those things get like, I don’t know, uncomfortable    ?    after a while. I cannot imagine wandering around in a suit of all things. pretty sure that would be asking to get beat up or something if I had shown up to school or whatever in the same. then again pretty sure I would also rip the pants within  a day.       ❞     polite, percy. real polite.

[pelagaios]

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @mys7ery​

bright eyes watch the other with mirthful humor, fingers ghosting along the empty space between them    (    crouched, like conspirators lying in wait for their intended target    ).    percy has always been labeled a trouble maker    —    sported the look of someone walking the edge between harmless trickster    &    (    always another    )    call to the police. at least, here, there way no memories of the demigods face plastered across national news    (    no record of court mandated anger management classes, no history of arson    )    no matter the half buried truths    &    misconceptions there is nothing stopping the glee in finding another in such a way. there was always room for mischief    !

(    there are also partial memories of hades, of nico’s voice, of the mournful wail of a goddess mixed amongst the burning taste of tartarus on his tongue    ).    the demigod had never possessed a fear of the dead.

❝     are you usually caught up in stuff like this     ?     ❞     gaze flickering to    (    his fault, technically. but was it not always    ?    percy long since stopped counting    )    the disaster of a park bathroom behind them; watching the slow spread of water continue its lazy path from below the    (    now missing    )    door. snorted laughter. within the mess of toilet paper    &    broken sinks were partial memories of the horrified faces of other occupants who had been quick to flee. it would not be much longer before the associated authorities arrived to scope out the scene, probably. but, well, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.     ❝     you know I once exploded a bathroom by accident under other circumstances, but cant say I ever expected a faux bloody mary-esque revival light to cause a second go around that concept.     ❞     casual wave of the hand, falling back to sit along the sidewalks edge while watching the boy before him.     ❝     you alright, though    ?     ❞