MANIA.

I URGE YOU THUSLY: DO NOT REGARD ME, LEST MANIA STRIP YOU OF YOUR BETTER SENSES!

#DIONYSEES: an independent && selective interpretation of dionysus khthonios, the twice-born god of revelry, madness, rebirth, && theater, as adored by tally ( 25, he/it ).

“ My tongue will tell the anger of my 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ,  

indie. mutuals only. low activity & spoiler free roleplay sideblog for a 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 original character; a daughter of dionysus. penned by nora ( she / her; 28 yrs old; europe ) & following back from @norastavern.

percy   gives   a   grin   -   he's   hovering   above   the   daughter   of   dionysus   with   a   * cheeky   expression,   leaning   down   and   giving   eloide   a   high   five   on   her   extended   arm.   he   waits   for   a   second,   two,   three,   before   snorting   and   * burst   into   barely-subdued   snickering.   percy   finally   leans   down   to   grab   eloide,   pulling   up   the   younger   camper.

❝   𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊   with   that,   ❞   snorts   the   son   of   zeus.   he   blows   a   stream   of   smoke   out   from   the   corner   of   his   mouth,   quietly   savoring   the   taste   on   his   tongue,   then   takes   another   drag   from   his   cigarette.   the   sting   in   the   back   of   his   throat   is   one   thing   to   like;   the   taste   is   an   entirely   different   affair.   ❝   i’ve   heard   them   all.   you   make   one   that’s   new   to   me,   &&   i’ll   buy   you…   i   don’t   know,   a   barbie.   whatever   kids   your   age   like.   ❞        the   last   child   of   dionysus   verso   had   dealt   with   —   decades   upon   decades   upon   decades   ago,   in   a   chapter   prior   to   his   hellish   descent   —   had   caused   a   tornado.   well,   okay,   the   satyr-son   hadn’t   caused   it.   verso   had.   the   mania   bleeding   off   from   the   divine   child,   however,   had   certainly   contributed   to   the   son   of   zeus   losing   his   shit   for   a   brief   period   of   time.   he’s   sure   artemis   still   holds   a   grudge   against   him   for   that,   given   the   proximity   of   her   hunters   to   the   disaster   he   whipped   up.    case   &&   point,   when   the   kid   at   first   trails   behind   then   makes   herself   comfortable   on   a   tree   stump,   verso   is   inclined   to   keep   his   distance.   not   so   far   that   she   could   get   the   idea   that   he’s   quarantining   her,   but   a   solid   few   steps   between   him   &&   her,   just   to   be   safe.   he   disguises   his   mania-worry   as   nothing   more   than   a   chance   to   smoke   without   blowing   smoke   directly   into   her   face.   child of dionysus or not, like hell he's risking the flu - or, worse, a small armageddon. ❝   pretty   apt   summary,   ❞   verso   hums.   ❝   the   mist   is   a   nice   cover   for   monsters,   keeps   normal   mortals   from   seeing   a   chimera   &&   going   into   cardiac   arrest.   as   for   your   divine   parent…   ❞   he   clicks   his   tongue,   bobs   his   head   from   side-to-side.   ❝   yeah,   not   my   responsibility.   i’m   a   tour   guide,   not   a   demigod   C-P-S   worker.   ❞   he   takes   his   cigarette   out   from   between   his   lips   &&   rolls   it   between   his   fingers.   lets   his   words   hang   in   the   air   for   a   second.    ❝   if   you   need   a   breather   after   walking   ten   feet,   you’re   in   pretty   shit   shape.   you   want   me   to   carry   that   bag,   or   do   you   wanna   pass   out   in   front   of   the   other   campers   &&   get   a   shit-ass   nickname   from   the   hermes   cabin   over   it   ??   i’m   cool   with   either.   ❞

“ A chimera !? Damn, I dunno if I want to see one of those either, to be honest. ” Fighting a multi-headed dragon is not on her bucket list... Wait. Which monster is the chimera again? She pushes the thought aside: the demigod’s sure they’ll have a whole class on that. “ Well, as long as I get to discover who it is somehow, I’m happy. ” A dramatic pause, brows knitting together. “ And by 'happy', I mean he'll regret not having acknowledged me sooner. I’ll make him speedrun all his fatherly duties whether he likes it or not. ”

𝑰'𝑴 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑩𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀'𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑹 !!

the lost son of zeus; a demigod plunged into tartarus by his own rage ( and his father's eager hand ) then salvaged by the titan of time. a man out of his era, a figure wrapped in storms && spite, who reeks of death && cigarettes.

an independent / highly selective original character based in the riordanverse / percy jackson, but with additional verses present for additional fandoms, as struck by tally (he/it, 25). triggering themes will be present; proceed at your own discretion.

a study in surviving past the narrative ; in the consequences of divine wrath ; in the agony of being known; in the ways we cope && all the ways we shouldn't.