1950s househusband part 3

(Twenty first official post)

(Recap of part two)

(Name’s Angelo)

(Not the best installment of Angelo’s series, but I just wanted to write about him and so I did.)

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         He clasps his hands together and just as he’s about to apologize, you speak. “It’s alright, back in my old town I would always get late night visitors.” Angelo gets mixed feelings by your response, but he brushes them off and asks to come inside. “Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask if you would invite me inside?” He inquires politely, though he expects you to reject him. He hopes you’ll let him in and then maybe you two could become fast friends. 

        You consider his words for a moment, you shouldn’t let him in, but he did give you cookies and he seems harmless. Plus, if he tries anything, you could easily over power him (he looks rather weak). You shrug and allow him inside, once he enters (with a wide grin) you out your bat away and close your front door. Hopefully, this decision wouldn’t be one of your regret.

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        Angelo was immensely relieved when you let him in, he was worried you’d think him a creep for coming over so late. But you didn’t and to him, that meant quite a lot, he smiles at you and waits for you to take his coat. It takes you a few minutes (because you have to put the cookies away), but you eventually understand and, after a brief apology, assist him in taking off his coat. “Ah, sorry. Let me help you.” You speak quietly, yet he felt welcomed by your tone. It isn’t very difficult to take off his coat, and you make idle chatter as you do so. 

      “So, Angelo, right? What brings you over so late?” His heart beats rapidly as your breath graces the back of his neck, he can barely focus on the conversation that you’ve started up. “Mhm, Angelo is my name. (he likes the way you say his name) Ah, well, I simply wanted to welcome you to our little town and I want to help you adjust!“ He chirps back to you, his mind distracted by your touch. Your left hand tugs one of his coat sleeves off carefully, your hands are gentle and adept at this task. 

     It makes him wonder how many coats you’ve taken off, or perhaps you’ve taken off more than coats back in your old neighborhood? “Angelo is a handsome name, but did you really have to come over so late?” Despite being distracted by your compliment, (his face flushes) He couldn’t help but wonder how many you’ve touched, and it made him rather envious. “Th-thank you and I know my visit was quite unexpected, but I was simply so excited to have a new neighbor finally. I’ve known everyone here for so long, it’s become rather monotonous.” He over explains, his nerves getting the best of him as he rambles and wrongs his hands together. (or tries too, but his actions are prevented when you get his coat off)

       You hang his coat up in the closet and guide him to the couch, you smile politely and compliment him once more. “That dress is quite lovely, unexpected but lovely, and you’re welcome.” You then respond to his rambles as patiently as you can (you don’t like it when people ramble, it’s annoying). “I see, well, I guess that makes sense, but maybe next time someone moves in don’t visit in the middle of the night?” You suggest, although Angelo wasn’t paying attention because he was distracted by the heat of your body that’s sitting close to him. He exhales shakily and tries to remain calm as you compliment him, although it’s hard because he’s a sucker for praise. “Right, uhm, thank you for the a-advice…” He stutters, his brain short-circuiting and his face flushing with every breath you take.    

      He is absolutely whipped for you, everything you do is committed to his memory, and he inches closer to you with every passing second. “You’re welcome, so, are you going to give me a tour of the town or some advice to settle in, and get along with my neighbors?” He didn’t want to, but he figured that it was best to be as helpful as possible. That way, you’ll trust him the most and will come back to him whenever you need help. You, however, scoot away from him, eventually ending up near the end of the couch in a corner and Angelo follows you. “Oh, uhm, certainly. I’ll be happy to give you advice and a tour, but I was hoping we could simply have a friendly chat first…” Angelo responds hopefully, he just wants to get to know you and doesn’t want to talk about anyone else. However, something you said earlier caught his attention. “Unexpected? Wh-what do you mean by that?” He questions nervously, his wide eyes nervously glancing at you and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of you hating him. You tilt your head, slightly confused and then you try to clarify without sounding rude. “Well, back where I’m from men don’t often wear dresses, that’s all.” Before you can clarify any further he interrupts you, which was quite rude and he apologizes for that, but doesn’t stop talking. “Sorry for interrupting, but you don’t like it? Does my fashion sense upset you?” He inquires his expression shifting into anxiety and his mind begins to work in overdrive. His hands squeezes the cloth of his dress and he twists the fabric. Angelo doesn’t do well with rejection, of any form or shape. Suddenly this conversation seems very awkward to you and you regret opening your mouth. “That’s not what I meant, that dress looks great on you. It’s just someone have to get used to, that’s all.” He smiles and he seems content with your response. “Really? You mean it? Thank you!” It isn’t often that he gets a compliment from anyone and it’s been a while since anyone he was interested in complimented him (excluding his spouse, he loves his spouse so very much and is very interested in them). Angelo relaxes and leans his head on your shoulder, which causes you to cringe and push his head away. He whines and leans against you once more, this time he wraps his arms around your arm and nuzzles your neck. Now you’re very uncomfortable and have begun to regret your decision to let him inside.

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Aight here’s some older PJO art for the person who was asking! In order:

Older Nico

Older Percy & Annabeth, Nico meeting his younger self

My demigod oc Koko (smol) and Orion (tol) who belongs to @frydrhyce

"if you want it, then you'll have to take it"

Anyone else have that one character that they love seeing in outfits. You see them drawn in an outfit and you're like "wow! They're wearing an outfit!" And it just brings you so much joy because the outfit is so them

[OC] Tyrus Titan / Ray Maximus

Another lil idea I've been working on, just to once again see something 🤭

di angelo rlly said it

sometimes when angelo gets distracted or emotional he Leaks Blood a bit. bad time at the boardwalk ✌️

+ he looks like The Predator when he smiles, im Happy

Nico grabbing an enemy by the wrist before they can strike down on him and it would be easy to steal the life from the pulse beneath his fingertips, turn the air in their lungs into his own, but there's a myriad of fighters around him and one life isn't going to power him enough to blast away them all when he's already so tired as it is. He wishes he was bigger, stronger.

He squeezes his hand tight around the wrist he holds back. It shatters. Their sword clatters to the ground. It's not a human noise they make - well, it is, they're human.

Until they aren't. Until boney spikes rip through their clothes, emerging sharp and dangerous from their spine. He squeezes harder. The skin around their skull ripples, like bugs crawling underneath. Then bursts blood and spit and flesh as their jaw unhooks. Teeth pitter-patter onto the ground as larger, sharper, whiter fangs emerge violently in their place.

Their face splits just above the nose as another jaw grows around their eyes, as their esophagus snaps and elongates upwards, as blood and flesh and viscera pour like an unholy flood, arms tearing, legs cracking, flesh hanging off bloody bone, nothing but a monster left behind.

Nothing but a nightmare.

It croons at him. The soul beneath is twisted, ugly, beautiful, spread thin across their new body, new bones, like the veins of their now still and battered heart. It pulses like the lungs torn by their feet once did.

The world has silenced itself in the emergence of Nico's new pet. He squeezes the new wrist, the bone firm and clean beneath his touch.

"Defend me," he whispers.

It croons again, shuffling back on four feet. The world quakes as it turns. The world shivers as it regards them, predator to prey, standing larger than them all, and far more dangerous as they ever recalled it to once be.

And the world screams when it lunges.

EVEN MORE

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Random favorite deadangelos panels of mine in no particular order:

all grown

1950s Househusband Part 5

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(Name; Angelo)

(Thirty Fifth Official Post)

(It’s short, but I hope you enjoy.)

———————————————————— You were perplexed, just a moment ago you were having a somewhat normal conversation with Angelo. Now, the conversation is over, and he’s rambling about being a good husband, and resisting temptation. Which, baffled you even more as you didn’t know what this temptation was, or who it was for that matter. But, you had a feeling that asking him might not be a good idea. Instead, you cleared your throat, tapped his shoulder, and inquired about his behavior. “Are you alright, Angelo? You look a bit disturbed, is something wrong?” This did not get you a response, no, but it did cause Angelo to quit rambling. However, now he’s staring at with wide eyes, he looks almost appalled, and you don’t know how to react to that. You simply try to create some more distance between the two of you. Actually, you were contemplating how rude it would be to just sit somewhere else entirely, somewhere far away from him. You reason that Angelo probably needs space and that you were simply trying to be respectful. So, you slowly get off the couch, sadly, your escape is prevented when the floorboards protest your weight with a loud creak. Fortunately, this snaps Angelo out of his stupor and encourages him to jump off the couch, and rush to the door. “I-I really have to go, I apologize for bothering you so late, and, uhm, I’ll talk to you later.” (Actually, he’s going to try and avoid you for a long time.) “Oh, well, please let me walk you home. It’s much too late to be out by yourself.” You hesitantly offer to walk him home, and he seems to contemplate the idea for a moment, then he quickly shakes his head. You’re relieved when he rejects your offer. “No, no, that’s quite alright. I will be just fine, but thank you, nonetheless.” Angelo frantically tosses his coat on, then yanks your front door open, dashes outside, and slams it shut behind him. He slams the door closed with such force that your locks jangle and a vase begins dances precariously on the edge of your table. Luckily, you’re quick enough to catch it as it falls, sadly you aren’t quick enough to catch the priceless, porcelain cat that was close to the car. You’re absolutely mortified when you hear the cat shatter, you just know your grandmother is going to kill you for that. An exhalation escapes your lips, and you return the vase to its original spot, albeit a tad further from the edge. You stand up, lock your door, and lean against for a moment as you process that situation. Angelo has come by late at night, exhibited very strange behavior, then you had a dull conversation with him. This was followed by an encroachment of your personal space and the violent death of your grandmother’s favorite porcelain cat. None of that makes sense, but one thing is for sure, that entire interaction was unusual, and extremely memorable. You’ll be thinking about that for days to come, hopefully the next time you run into him, your confusion will be cleared up.———————————————————-

(Okay, so this was a short chapter and definitely does not make up for my absence, or the lack of posts I’ve made. Nor does it make up for all the Reblogs I’ve been indulging in, but I’m going to try and write more often than I am now. I don’t know how well that’ll work, hopefully I’ll get out of this strange writing stupor I’m in and will be back to posting regularly!)

(ocs) they get married

SHOWDOG-4

Percy: smile!

Nico: :/

Reyna: smile!

Nico: :I

Hazel: smile!

Nico: :)

Will: smile!

Nico: :D

I kinda wish I hadn't said I'd only continue the pjo ballet au if it got to 25 notes bc now I wanna continue but it's only at 11