#Angelo my oc

[faux-ecrivain]

Househusband Part Two

(Recap of Part One) (Househusband is named Angelo) (Thirteenth Official Post)

He made sure his makeup was pristine and that his hair was perfect, then he hopped downstairs and put on a coat, some gloves and then began to head over to your house. Although, he pauses and doubles back to grab you a housewarming gift (luckily, he had baked some cookies earlier today) and then marches across the street. He knocked on your door and straightened the skirt of his dress, he hoped you wouldn’t mind such a late visit. He hears scuffles from your house and can’t help the stunned expression that graces his face when you open the door. Why, he’s never seen such a gorgeous human before! ————————————————————

You were simply putting away some boxes, empty of course, when you heard a knock on your door. You glanced at the kit-cat clock you had just hung up and furrowed your brow, it’s 10:30. That’s far too late for visitors, you gulp, steel your nerves and grab a baseball bat (for safety). You crack your door open, hiding your bag behind the door, and your eyes analyze the stranger on your door step. He’s silent for a moment, his eyes roving over your body, and he seems to be mesmerized. You contemplate closing the door when he finally talks. He clears his throat and holds the plate of cookies out to you. “Hello there, my name’s Angelo. I’m your new neighbor!” He smiles, far too happy for your liking, I mean he’s practically glowing.

His smile is so bright, that you have to hold a hand over your eyes to protect them from blindness. Your gaze is cast towards the plat of cookies he offered, and you hesitantly reach for one. Although, you do, of course, worry that maybe you shouldn’t take a stranger’s cookies. But this is the 1950s and if you know anything from the reruns of my three sons and that Beaver Show, (those are real shows, look them up) then you can trust your neighbors. So, you grab a cookie and take a bite, suddenly all seems right in the world, and you feel so unexplainably happy. Angelo waits patiently for your response, though he suspects you enjoyed it (it’s quite obvious by the blissful expression on your face). He silently stares at you, burning your joy into his mind. He sighs, seemingly lovesick, he doesn't understand why he feels this way, but he knows he likes feeling this way. Your attention his redirected to him when he clears your throat, and you suddenly feel quite bashful for your display of jubilant. You clear your throat and speak, after finishing the cookie, of course. “Ahem, you’re quite the skilled baker, thank you for the housewarming gift. Assuming, that they’re for me.” Angelo’s heart races when you compliment him, he gets overwhelming gleeful when you thank him. He physically restrains himself from hugging you. “Oh, you’re welcome and yes, they’re for you.” He’s so caught up admiring you that he almost forgets why he came over. He hands you the plate of cookies, which you willingly take (with one hand because the other is still holding the bat). “I should probably apologize, it’s so late, and it must be so strange to have your neighbor come visiting.” He has a hand on his mouth, his brow furrowed as he apologizes.

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.

(Enjoy this short fan fiction and I apologize for such a late post.) (This wasn’t exactly what I wanted from part of Angelo’s story, but I can always revise it later. I don’t know how long it’ll take for part three, but it’ll come out… One day.)

[Also, Requests are open. So feel free to send in a request, anonymous or not! Chances are I’ll probably write it.]

[gilly-moon]

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

[skhyeee]

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

[angelofalls]

[OC] Tyrus Titan / Ray Maximus

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

[zombhandz]

di angelo rlly said it

[holly-bearie]

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

[jackzart]

EVEN MORE

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[happyk44]

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.

[aroaceleovaldez]

Random favorite deadangelos panels of mine in no particular order:

[demi-pixellated]

all grown

[faux-ecrivain]

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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[princehoneytea]

(ocs) they get married

[devilbunzz]

SHOWDOG-4

[moa-broke-me]

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

[zombhandz]

sun and star more like cheese and bowler am i right

[midzly]

Angelo's stand and some doodles..