#ask-thediangelo

[theworldgoesblind-rp-blog]

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Liam was trying to get back home. Well it didn't was much of a home when you weren't welcome here and your parents just waited for your mistake or just for you to get back just so they can beat you up, but he didn't have anywhere else to go since he couldn't see his surrounding at all.

He was just walking next to something that could be an alley when he felt an arm around himself. He gasped and quickly tried to take the arm off of himself. "Let me go please..." he said but just got slammed into a wall and held by his throut.

"Money." Some male voice said. "M-Money...?" He asked as he still held the person's arm. "Yeah! Money! What else?! Give it!" They shouted at him and began tightening their hand on his throut. "B-B-But I-I don't have-" he started but got slapped hardly accross his cheek. "Shut up and give us the money!" Liam felt tears in his eyes as he didn't know what to do. There was no way to get out of it. He was going to die! "P-Please-" the next was punch that hit him and made his nose and lip bleed.

[sonoftheleopxrd]

“need some space?” (ask-thediangelo)

Darius looked up from where he sat, having been startled by the other. “I-... “ He sighed, pausing before he looked away once again. “Yes- No- I don’t know...” He sighed, not sure if he wanted to be left alone or not. Honestly he hadn’t expected the other come to talk to him so soon after the fight they'd had. “I didn’t think you’d wanna talk to me...” The boy mumbled. After all, Nico had seemed pretty mad at him when he'd left. Darius would've been lying if he said he thought the other had planned on coming back.

[ask-thediangelo]

//(PSA) Long time no see...

//First of all - hello again! Jesus, it’s...literally been a year since I’ve dropped my punk ass back into tumblr. That’s wild. But, hey, I missed being this sarcastic punk, so here I am (back from the dead ;) )

First of all, I just want to say: I’m sorry. I dropped off the face of tumblr universe with no warning and no explanation. I left this blog to gather dust and, honestly, that was kind of a shitty thing to do. So I apologize.

Life happened. I got stressed and busy, and I just, without meaning to, cut ties with tumblr because I honestly found no time to be on it for any longer than a minute.

But I’m back. This blog is NOT DEAD. 

If anyone still bothers to follow this blog, I am reopening my inbox to roleplay starters or even headcanon prompts. Heck, if you want, I can write actual stories/fanfics if you have a prompt for me.

For my roleplay partners, I don’t know if any of our threads are able to be continued or not and I don’t know if I can search through the backlog of stuff I’ve posted to find them. But if there is one that you want to continue, please, do not hesitate to PM me the link to the thread and I’ll respond as fast as I can.

Also, just so we can clear this out: YES. I am caught up with the recent books of Uncle Rick. I know about the death of a certain someone of the PJO/HoO universe (and am kind of processing it still. Like. Wow.) So I will be posting some SPOILERS on my blog eventually. You may also ask Nico about his reaction about it and how he is coping. That will be accepted as well.

Anyway... I missed you guys. Let’s have some fun, okay? :)

[fireandsarcasam]

'The Fault in Our Stars' sentence starters: "I'll be fine in a minute. Unless I faint." (ask-thediangelo)

"Key phrase here, ‘unless I faint’." Leo stood at arms length away, not wanting to get too close in case Nico felt claustrophobic, but just close enough to catch him in case he were to actually faint. 

"You need to rest for a bit, your not much use unconscious." Leo didn’t mean to be rude, but he wasn’t very good with showing emotions in these kind of situations. It’s not that he didn’t care about his friends… its just that he cared too much. It hurt to care.. because eventually they leave him, it’s just a matter of time. 

"I can handle the rest, I might not be a kid of the big three but I have a few tricks up my sleeves." 

Or rather his tool belt. 

[scientificglasses-archive-blog]

Nico found himself laying flat, face-down on the hard ground. He groaned in pain - his head was throbbing as if Hephaestus had used his head as an anvil. Grumbling under his breath about "angry goddesses" and "stupid magic", he looked around only to find that he was in unfamiliar waters. "Where am I?" ((ask-thediangelo))

The women was making her way over to the stables to feet the horses, when she noticed something, or rather, someone, laying on the ground. She ran over to the figure, and couldn’t help but noticed the unusual fashion in which they were dressed. She didn’t understand anything they said. Maybe he had hit his head? “Are you ok?” Hanji asked, kneeling down.

[ask-thediangelo]

Lazy Day (OPEN RP, Crossovers and OCs are welcome)

Today's weather was borderline sweltering hot. The sun's heat had reached an all-time high, practically baking every living being that exposed itself to the sun's rays. Camp Half-Blood and its current residents were no exception.

Nico never thrived in the heat or in the sun in general. His initial solution was to hole himself up in the "safety" of Cabin Thirteen to escape the unforgivable heat, but even in there it was still unbearably hot. So he kept the windows open for any chance of a cool breeze and stripped himself of his usual leather jacket, which was now sprawled across the dark stone cabin floor.

Now the young self-proclaimed Ghost King was laid out on his bed, sweating and even more irate that he usually was, throwing around a small rubber ball that he had won in a crane game when he stopped by a nearby arcade to let off some steam. He had a bored expression on his face; dark eyes watching aimlessly at the ball as it bounced from the wall, to the floor and back to his hand, only for the cycle to be repeated every time he threw it.

But the cycle broke as his cabin door swung open, startling him and causing him to throw the ball in a jerky fashion, only to have it bounce and slam into the face of the uninvited guest.

"Holy Hera!" Nico bolted upright, eyes wide with surprise. "Sorry. Are you okay?"

[ask-thediangelo]

M!A- Nico is now a girl, what do?

There was a sudden blast of white smoke that filled the room. As it cleared, instead of a young, scraggly young boy standing in the center, what stood was a petite young girl with long tangled black hair, wearing Nico’s clothes, which hung dangerously loose on her body.

"Wait," she looked at her reflection. She paled considerably (if that was even possible) and shrieked. "Oh gods! What in Hades’s name?! Are you serious?!"

Very much in shock, she frantically touched her face, watching her reflection mirror her moves. Nico, now a girl, stared in an almost horrified manner at his/her reflection before glaring daggers at the anonymous figure. “I. Hate. You.” Then her jeans sagged lower, coaxing another embaressed scream from her.

[ask-thediangelo]

If you were the opposite sex for one hour, what would you do?

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Probably spend that hour finding out what just happened to me and probably try to go on with my day as usual.”