#i'll never be invisible again...~🧵

[w1se-k3lp]

Open rp starter: Lost

Camp half blood had been a bit more quiet than usual, most kids staying inside their cabins with their siblings. I mean, it was a Saturday after all. Until Chiron said otherwise, there was no need for anyone to be out.

Suddenly. Two kids ran into the camp, running from what, you ask? You'll find out later.

They were definitely familiar. They looked like those kids, Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase... but something was just different about them. Just not quite right. They were younger, and their eyes had almost swapped in terms of color.

"We lost them- right?" The boy asked in between shaky breaths. The girl only nodded, looking around camp for anybody that could help.

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[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

How about some more Yandere Bellum?? 🧵🪡

I'll also be using this to answer other requests.

⸸ Merciless (A Bellum Snippet) ⸸

Based on the ⸸ Male Beldam headcanons ⸸ I made for a certain Anon.

Word Count: 1000+

Description: This is the beginning...the very beginning before [Name] even moved into the Chateau. Before they came along, however, there was already someone else, another doll he collected. Except it had been years, decades perhaps? He was already growing bored of it.

Now that he knew a new fly is coming his way, wasn't it about time he stopped playing with his food and eat it?

Warning: Admin doesn't like to soften (hiding ugly truths) about yanderes...expect some cruelty

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Long, slender fingers hovered over the ivory keys, his elbows following along in a smooth, fluid motion. With him sitting in front of his piano, she could forget who he was. What he was. She could let her guard down knowing that he would be too preoccupied to pay her any notice.

As if finally deciding which song to play, his finger dropped gently onto the keys, his porcelain wrists falling along with it.

The faint lilt of a smile appeared on his face, and for a moment...everything seemed perfect. Together with him, in his piano room, where invisible instruments accompanied his playing, they finally seemed like a happy couple. It was an idyllic, if not romantic image they created.

But of course, he could never forget, and she shouldn't either. She was jut a poor fly caught in his web. Soon enough, what would remain of her husk will become yet another addition to his collection.

Just like the others.

Still, he didn't want to eat her. Not yet, anyway...

"Quand...je la prends...dans mes bras.

Je lui par...les l'a tout bas...

Je vois la...vie en ro...se..."

His voice was baritone. It wasn't low, per se. His was rich, soft, soothing to the ears. She could feel herself drifting ever so slightly, but she wills herself to stay awake.

"Je..lui dit des...mots d'amour..."

Like a rusted machine, she turned her head to look around. Was she seeing things...or had he changed the interior again?

"Des mots de...tous les jours...

Et ça m' fait quelque chose..."

It wouldn't be unlike him. When she first came to this world, it reminded her very much of her old home in London. The old ivy-green wallpapers, the creaky wooden floors, and even the old commode drawer her mother gifted her on the day of her wedding.

She never thought she would see it again after they had to pawn it for money.

Now, it was probably stored away somewhere...like she would be soon.

"El...l'est entre dan mon couer...

Une part...de bonheur...

Don je connais la cause...."

She knew her time was coming.

The creature had grown bored of her. Tired of her . She had become too dull and lifeless for his tastes.

But how could he expect her to act alive when he has imprisoned her here?

She was like a flower. Without the sun, without love and tender care, she collapsed.

He demanded from her. Always demanded. But nothing she gave was enough. Even after she gave up her soul, handed her eyes to him...but not like she was any better, was she?

"C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui...dans la vie...

Je lui l'a dit, l'a jure...pour la vie..."

She was a fool.

To give up herself because he promised her everything. All his love and attention, all the jewelries and materialistic things she could possibly think of.

She only had this coming for making a bargain with the Devil.

"Et...dès que je...l'aperçois...

Alors je sens en moi mon...

Coeur...

Qui...

Bat..."

The song ended wistfully like a will o' wisp caught in the meadows. But now that the performance was over, the creature's attention had returned fully back to her.

She tried her best to avoid looking at his face, but even from her peripherals, it was difficult to ignore them. The pair of black-button-eyes hidden beneath the fringe of swaying black hair. His porcelain skin made them stand out all the more.

She resisted a shudder. His very appearance made her skin crawl.

"Did you enjoy the song, dear?"

She raised her head to look at him. Only then did she notice the dimple on his cheek from the large smile on his face. Someone was being awfully cheery today, and it made her wary.

"Granted, it isn't our love song, but I believe it's about time I sing something different, don't you think? After all, a new guest will be arriving soon."

Her eyes widened at his words. Well, they would have if she still had them instead of a pair of buttons. All she could do to express her disbelief was...silence.

"I know. I couldn't believe it as well when I first saw it, but alas...My familiars never lie."

Speak of the devil.

A large arachnid crawled its way past his shoulders and down his arms to his hand. Just seeing its needle-thin legs made the hairs on her neck stand.

The creature hummed as if he were listening to someone, but all she could see was the spider dancing away on top of his hand, moving sideways, backwards and forwards like it was trying to convey some kind of message.

"Hmm...I see."

Gone was the pleased smile on his face. Now, an irritated frown took its place, showcasing his displeasure at the sudden turn in events.

As curious as she was to know what the spider's message was, she couldn't bring herself to ask. She had become afraid of speaking or acting out of place. The consequences were too much. The stitches on her throat always reminded her.

"Looks like our guest will be...late."

The creature stood up ever so gracefully. It was odd, considering his monstrous height. Giants were usually awkward and lumbering in their movements, weren't they?

But then again, the giant in Jack and the Giant Beanstalk was truly titanic. A monster of both enormous length and width.

The creature in front of her? He was too thin, too...thorn-like. Not so different looking from the spider on his hand, really.

He sighed. "And I had everything ready and settled, too. What a shame."

Then, his black eyes shimmered. When they turned to look at her, however, she knew he had thought of nothing good. He only ever gets excited about bad things.

As he tap-tapped his fingers away on the smooth surface of the piano, he hummed.

"I suppose that is good news for you, dear." With a toothy grin, he revealed his sharp teeth. She could imagine what they would feel like sinking into her.

"Until [Name] isn't here yet, I still have use for you."

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The song is La Vie en Rose by Edith Piaf.

I had to make some changes to the lyrics. Deepest apologies for anyone who speaks French.

[w1se-k3lp]

"Annabeth?" Perseus asked the night after the quest. They'd both gone outside for a small break from everything. No loud noises on Chris's victory, no campfire, just the two of them behind the Poseidon cabin (Annabeth's suggestion)

"Yeah?" She cocked her head, expecting something serious.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

...

She laughed.

In any normal circumstances, Perseus would have usually hated that laugh, you couldn't calculate how somebody would laugh, it tended to make him a bit... uneasy

But after the past year and more, he'd started growing a bit fond of it.

"I wouldn't love you if you were the last guy on earth, Scholar boy." She responded, she wasn't as good at hiding her own smile as he was.

She put an arm around his shoulder. "Definitely wouldn't love you, but I'd keep you around."

And that was enough for him.

[w1se-k3lp]

"Is s[he] real?"

Pjo swap!AU Percabeth blog

(This blog takes place during the events of Sea of Monsters)

Perseus Jackson, son of Athena

Percy is a bit louder compared to most of the Athena kids, he'll normally make his plans extremely public then proceed to surprise everyone last minute. At this point, most kids in Camp Half-Blood have learned to tune him out since "oh, there's Perseus pretending to plan again"

Unless you're close to him, do NOT call him Percy. This man won't hesitate to resite the entire 100 digits of pi in front of you and force you to listen.

Unlike his siblings, Percy didn't get a lot of the BRAIN part of Athena, he's much better at crafts like weaving (and watercolor ocasionally)

"Percy talks like this."

Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Poseidon

Annabeth, unlike Percy, seemed to have known her father was Poseidon all her life. At least as far as she can remember. She managed to teach herself to manipulate the mist without even knowing what it was, making it just a bit harder for monsters to find her.

While Annabeth definitely DOES have that "controls water" thing, she mostly inherented her father's earthshaker powers. If you piss this girl off enough, she can let out a scream so loud the earth will begin to form cracks around her.

The biggest mystery to her has been how both of her dad's... well, HAD HER. Her father doesn't like to talk about it, but she'd trade most of her things to find it out.

"Annabeth talks like this."

"Glad to be sharing this blog with you, Kelp Head."

"Same here, scholar boy..."

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Asks: we're lost in the woods...~ 💭

Percy: I'll never be invisible again...~🧵

Annabeth: I try to be a good kid, a good daughter...~ 🌊

Angst: So the best thing you can do is run away...~🍵

Percabeth: This is weird- but a good weird...~🌾

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@onlymythologypersonincamp - "I'll have to talk to Eve later. They seem cool!" "Heh, Nerd."

@daughter-0f-the-wind (Swapped with Chris) - "Clarisse is a pretty nice person when she wants to be, I trust her." "She's great... but she was also close with Nico... I don't know if I can still trust her."

@l0st-pan-k1d - "Grover's the only person here in camp I'd trust with my life." "He's got a good heart..."

[w1se-k3lp]

"Short ass..."

the height difference in season 2 is gonna be insane !!

[w1se-k3lp]

I uh...

[w1se-k3lp]

Percy.

Can you see when your eyes are closed.

"Don't call me tha-..."

He ran towards Annabeth, freaking out as he pulled on his own hair. "Kelp Head, you need to take me to the hospital NOW."

She sighed, closing her book "underwater architecture" as she stood up against Bianca's tree. "Calm down, Scholar boy. What happened?"

"Annie- I can't see with my eyes closed!" He let out in between exasperated breaths. He looked up and his fellow Demigod was giving him a look of confusion.

"...are you really this stupid???"

[w1se-k3lp]

Hey bro who's that girl who just came out of Bianca's tree

"Girl? What gi- OH MY GODS."

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[New character added:]

Bianca Di Angelo, Daughter of Zeus

[w1se-k3lp]

"What are you... what are you doing here?"

He stepped back, what in the name of Hades. Why was he the only one freaking out about Nico being here? He hadn't seen him after Annabeth's quest, and it's obvious there were... a few differences. Gods, it's like the world was upside down.

He gripped his cap in his hands, ready to use it and escape any moment if necessary.

Perseus had NOT been having a good day.

He woke with his head inside the lake in camp half-blood, he had to pry his half awake body away from the water just to breathe. Not only that, his siblings in the Athena cabin barely seemed to recognize him. He was the head of the cabin, was this some sort of prank?

And to top it all off, he was about to confront Chiron about it all when he spotted

"...Nico."

- @w1se-k3lp

*He was talking with Chiron when he heard a voice and turned. Nico was also a head of cabin, albeit it was just him around camp normally so he spent significantly more time in the Infirmary with Will then anything else or up at the Big House with Mr. D. On this occasion he was just coming back from the House but had stopped to ask Chiron a few questions about upcoming camp activities* *A small look of confusion crossed his face when he noticed it was actually Percy* "Hey man can I help you?"

[w1se-k3lp]

"...Where did my yarn go."

[w1se-k3lp]

"Why did they think you couldn't drown???"

"Must be because I'm just too tough to drown."

"Just yesterday you were crying about snakes."

"THEY DON'T HAVE ANY ARMS"

[w1se-k3lp]

Wait

If Annabeth had a crush on Luke in the original timeline

And Nico replaces Luke

...does that mean Percy-

"Call me that and you're dead."

"He's like that one song by NSYNC."

"I'm leaving."

[w1se-k3lp]

"Perseus." Annabeth nudged his shoulder as she didn't take her eyes off the girl in the tree, what just happened!? She'd seen a lot in the past year. She'd seen way too good-looking pomegranates, titans of time, women who turn innocent children into pigs.

But she had NEVER seen some random girl come out of a tree before. She forced herself to look back at Perseus, she'd never seen him look so distressed before... this girl had to be familiar to him.

"Bianca." He muttered, taking a small step closer as he fought the urge to lunge at her with a girl. "...it's real. You're... you're back."

STARTER RP: Child of Zeus, once more. - Be free to interact in your own time !!

Bianca di Angelo had absolutely no idea what she was doing. One moment, she was nothing—just a lingering memory, a sacrifice turned into legend, a pine tree standing guard at the borders of Camp Half-Blood. The next, she was standing in the dirt, flesh and blood once more, breathless, dazed, and utterly lost.

The air felt too sharp, too real. Wind ruffled her dark hair, the scent of pine and campfire smoke filling her lungs as if she had never left. Her wide, unblinking gaze was locked on the massive tree that had once been her prison—her tomb. It stood there, silent and unwavering, no longer imbued with the essence of her sacrifice. And yet, she was here.

Alive.She exhaled sharply, staggering back a step. Her hands trembled as she touched her own arms, her face, as if expecting them to dissolve into mist. "I… I shouldn't be alive right now," she whispered, her voice hoarse with disbelief. She swallowed, willing her mind to make sense of the impossible.

Flashes of memory surged through her like lightning striking the ground. The forest. The night air thick with the scent of damp leaves and monster breath. The pounding of feet, the panicked cries of Percy, Nico, and Grover (??) as they ran. The roar of the cyclopes behind them, their hulking figures closing in, cutting off every escape. The gate—so close, yet too far.

She had known what she had to do. She had made peace with it, in that split second. She had turned, weapon drawn, and thrown herself into the fight, holding the line so they could live. She should have died. No, she did die.

Her breath hitched.

"How… how is this possible?" she muttered to herself, hands clenching into fists. The reality of her own existence felt like an illusion, a cruel trick played by the gods.

A rustling sound made her jolt, her instincts flaring to life. Only then did she realize she wasn’t alone. A few yards away, figures stood frozen, their faces painted with the same confusion that twisted in her gut.

Eyes wide, her body tensed, fight-or-flight warring within her.

Had they seen?

Had they watched her come back?

Did they even recognize her?

The silence stretched, thick with uncertainty. Bianca's heart pounded.

She took a step forward, voice still raw with disbelief.

"Tell me I'm not crazy," she said, her words barely above a whisper. "Tell me this is real."

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@i-miss-my-pegasus

[w1se-k3lp]

…Annabeth already knows you’re in another world

"Yes- OBVIOUSLY. She's here too, but we were mostly in touch during this."

"She won't find me where I'm going."

[w1se-k3lp]

"Alright, Don't tell Annabeth about this, but I've got to go somewhere. We're in a completely different world! I need to figure out a game plan to make sure we know what's coming in the future."

"See ya."

[w1se-k3lp]

How’s it feel that Annabeth got to see something belonging to the gods and you didn’t

"SHE WHAT"

"Perseus, I can explain-"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED ME OVER"

'YOU WERE MISSING."