#elf boy Leo

[kathaynesart]

ROTTMNT Fan Season 3 Update

A peek at some concept art for my Dungeons and Drama episode pitch! Will have to wait and see if it gets picked :)

[awriterinthenight]

"Hey, Why Don't You Draw Me"-Leo Valdez

request: @universallyparadisemoon 

words: 725

warnings: none

summary: Leo finds you drawing and asks you to draw him

Pencils, markers, and erasers littered the ground around you, as you drew. Drawing was your hobby and your favorite pastime at Camp Halfblood. Of course you like archery, since you were a child of Apollo, but you enjoyed drawing just as much. Whenever you had to oversee an activity you always picked arts and crafts, since you enjoyed helping others draw and craft.

Not a lot of people knew you were an artist. Only your close siblings and close friends knew about your hobby. You didn't think you were that good, but you still drew anyway. Drawing people was your favorite. You liked to capture the way a person looked, the way they smiled, the imperfections that made their face them, and the idea of capturing someone's likeness in a single piece of art.

"What are you doing there," a voice said, before sitting right next to you under the tree. It was none other than Leo Valdez. He'd been getting closer to you recently, managing to always find you.

"Hey, Leo," you greeted, closing your sketchbook.

Leo's hand flew to reopen your closed sketchbook, "Don't close it, I want to see your drawings."

You shrugged, nervous since no one had seen them before, "Well, they're not the best, but sure," you said, handing him your sketchbook. He took it, his hands grazing yours, making your breath hitch for a moment. Leo slowly looked through each page, carefully taking his time to examine and admire your work.

"Wow, amor," he said, the nickname rolling off of his tongue, making your heart skip a beat, "These are amazing," he complimented, amazed by your work.

"They're not the best," you said, trying to play off his praise about your art, "I just doodle for fun."

"These are way better than anything I've ever drawn," he said, still flipping through the sketchbook before looking up at you, "Hey, why don't you draw me," he offered, handing you your sketchbook back.

You stuttered trying to find your words, "I-I mean I could, but, you'd have to stay here for awhile if that's alright with you," you told him.

He nodded, "Of course, I enjoy your company, amore."

"Alright, then just sit still, this shouldn't take too long," you said, opening your sketchbook to a fresh page. Leo started to make random faces, making you laugh.

"You need to sit still," you reminded him, "And stop making all those weird faces."

"What, you don't like the Leo Valdez Bad Boy Supreme look?" he joked, making a face, and putting his hands on his hips.

You couldn't hold back your laughter, "If I say yes, will you sit still?" you asked him.

"I'll sit still now, amor," he said, sitting up straighter, now looking at you. It wasn't hard for him to focus on looking at you. Especially when he looked at you like you were the only thing that truly mattered to him.

"Good," you muttered, starting to work. You drew the shape of his face, then eyes, then his other features, his hair too, and even his ears that were just a little bit pointed, which gave him an elf-ish look that you thought was adorable.

Leo spent the entire time admiring the way you looked. Your face was focused on the paper, occasionally looking up at him through your lashes. He admired the way you would bite your bottom lip when you concentrated hard on certain parts. Leo just loved that for once all your attention was on him.

"And, done," you said, dragging out the "and", "What do you think?" you asked, anxious to his response, as you handed him the sketchbook.

Leo took one look at it and knew it was the best drawing of him ever, "Wow, this is amazing, amor," he complimented, amazed by the work you had done.

"Really?" you said, smiling at his praise, "I thought this part might've needed more shading and-" you said, but Leo cut you off.

He moved the drawing away from your hand, grabbing your hand, making your breath hitch, "No, it's perfect, amor. I think this is my favorite piece of art ever."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Is it because it's a drawing of you?"

Leo thought about it for a moment, "Well yes," he admitted, "But also because it was drawn by you." 

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[lonelywolfinthemiddleofnowhere]

So I'm reading HOO again

And I decided to share some insights and observations that I gather as I read. First, let's begin with Book 1: The Lost Hero.

Here we meet the new trio. They are new characters, people we have never seen before.

First we have Jason POV: at this point, in chapter I, Jason is mostly confused, doesn't know where he is or where he came from, he doesn't know anyone and there are two kids stating they are his close friends.

My boy Jason is very stunned throughout the whole first chapter, and he kinds of just goes with the flow cause he doesn't really know what else to do.

Interesting observation #1: His description of the other new characters that will eventually become his actual friends, but atp are just strangers (for him)

He describes them very superficially, what gives the impression that Jason isn't much perceptive and doesn't have the inner will to look closer, so he just focus more on the surface stuff of his "so-called" friends.

His first thought about Piper is that she is "cute". Than, after when he really looks at her he thinks she is "seriously pretty", which is very cute and all but that's about it at first. He notices her eyes immediately.

Than we have Leo's description

He basically calls Leo an Latino Santa Claus Elf, with a very troubling kind of smile and very hyper.

Interesting observation #2: Leo reminds us of someone

Leo's description makes us remember another character that has a very troublemaker smirk and is hyper 👀

Leo and Percy are very different, but at the same time very similar. I really wish we got to see them more together, but alas, things happened. Anyway, we will talk about Leo and Percy more eventually, but I just thought it was funny how similar his first appearance is with Percy's first description of himself.

Interesting observation #3: The beginnings of the very messy Jason/Piper relationship

Jason/Piper are very messy throughout the whole series. They share very cute moments, but very awkward and tense moments too. And if you read all TOA books, you already know it doesn't end well for them, but here in HOO, specifically in TLH, they relationship are all over the place and they are emotionally unsettled with each other. Very angsty.

First we have THREE occasions where Jason physically withdraws from Piper.

1 - First Occasion: right after he wakes up:

2 - Second Occasion: when she is worried and tries to take his hand again:

3 - Third Occasion: when she asks his help to free her from Dylan and he kinda of ignores her to talk to Coach Hedge

In Jason's defense, I wouldn't want a stranger in my personal space all he time too. Especially an intimidatingly beautiful girl like Piper.

But for her, it just seems like her boyfriend avoiding physical contact, and that is never flattering, so Piper is quite worried and a bit hurt. And Jason can see he hurt her but he can't actually do anything about it, can he?

They are so messy u guuuuuys. She had inside jokes with illusion!Jason man

For her, he is behaving very differently from the Jason she knows and loves.

Which takes us to...

Interesting observation #4: Jason is not a delinquent.

I don't know how accurate Hera's Mist Version of Jason was to the real thing, but Jason is definitely not a delinquent. He isn't the kind of boy that frequents the Wilderness School. He gets amazed at the way the Coach shouts at the students, man! My boy is prim and proper, thank you very much.

Interesting observation #5: Jason seeks Leo more than he does Piper

At least in the first chapter. Leo is his promised partner for this first part of the book. They share cute lil friendship moments in the Grand Canyon excursion. He just has an easier time accepting that Leo is his best friend than the fact that Piper is his girlfriend and I find that very funny lol:

Another cute snipped of Jason & Leo's friendship:

Interesting observation #6: Jason has good instincts

Jason has moments in the very first chapter where he proves right off the bat that he has good instinct. For example, when his mind tries to remember the Gods after an afterthought about it:

PS: It happens to Percy too in the next book.

Than we have him feeling he is going to need his magical weapon very soon (spoiler: he does):

He is also shown to be a protector at heart, doesn't like bad kids and his gut tells him to protect Piper when the girls get mean to her:

Golden boy with a golden heart fr fr

And at last but not least

Interesting observation #6: Jason is Hera's "special package"

Throughout the series we will see Hera claim Jason as hers multiple times. The very first time it happens is indirectly, when she communicates to CHB about her "special package", which turns out to be Jason.

Hera & Jason have such a complex and intriguing relationship, we will dive deeper as I read the other chapters.

If you like my insights follow for more!

[silena-styles]

Heyyy, I joined Tumblr along with literally everyone else, so here I am, I guess. I'm the daughter of Aphrodite, in charge of the Pegasus stables at Camp Half-Blood, blah blah blah. Okay, you know the drill, right? I'm pan, use she/they pronouns, and my tags are #silena speaks and #beauregard blabbers

And here's everyone! (list will probably be updated frequently)

@percy-jackson-is-a-seaweed-brain / @that-dam-son-of-poseidon very awesome guy

@annabeth-in-your-chase she's smart and scary

@lukemessedup okay, maybe he was evil, but he has his charms, okay?

@amazing-war-god-ares the guy from that game + future father in law?

@explodes-cutely nerd

@the-better-stoll-brother very cool (bribery is not cool however)

@artemisandhunters the cooler twin ofc

@thatonebitheaterkid another kid of Apollo I think (why does this mfer have so many kids like are you collecting them like Pokémon or smth 😭)

@magnus-falafelking also dead (and annabeth's cousin)

@apollos-favorite-child the favorite

@miss-naomi-solace will's mom

@thesmallbadwolf lil bitch

@imhotterthanallofyou lil bitch Sr. (affectionate)

@zoe-can-see-the-stars-again the dam huntress constellation

@askoctavianhoo 1/8th god

@dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine nico is his favorite

@blitzen-imnot-that-short yes you are that short (+ gay for some elf guy)

@one-and-only-ariadne can we call you auntie ariadne 👉👈 this is a joke please do not stab me

@thomas-jefferson-jr the mfer who brought a rifle to doomsday while everyone else had traditional viking weaponry (you are so amazing for that tho)

@im-cool-and-your-not clarisse's sister?

@moththecabin7kid Apollo's kid idk

@everyone-is-a-punk her >>>>>>> she's also so pretty though wtf

@mallory-keen-to-kill clarisse, but dead and irish

@halfbornhalfdead um idk who is this guy again-

@stop-hammer-time supports gay rights

@god-of-powerpoint raven guy

@percys-blue-food-vendor better mom than Aphrodite (or any godly parent actually)

@nico-the-ghost-king / @nico-di-angelo-aaaaa GAY EMO BOI

@sunny-boy-solace / @will-solace-aaaaa very cool too

@the-argo-2-matchmaker PIPES

@grover-eats-cans the goat (literally and figuratively?)

@the-best-superman-on-olympus / @jason-graceeeeee blonde superman + stapler muncher

@best-dam-huntress badass

@the-queen-meg owns acne guy

@tyson-the-cyclops percy's lil bro

@why-did-i-get-acne acne guy (your haikus suck)

@im-aphrodite-dearies my mother is on here for some reason

@theonlycoachhedge why is this dude obsessed with bats

@silena-beauregard-official other me (insert spiderman meme here)

@hazel-is-confused HAZEL

@the-amazhang-teddybear FRANK

@team-leoo / @leo-valdez-graaa fire boi

OOC: my main blog is @siimplyapril and I use he/they :]

[bigassmoth]

Masterlist

An attempted collection of works updated 1/10/2025

OCs

Silas (Yandere Elf) created by @ meo-eiru x Reader

Yandere Monster x Hunter Reader: Concept

Tel'ion (Yandere Drow turned Drider) x Reader:

/ Introduction

/ Carried Around on His Dick

Tokyo Debunker

Leo "I'm going to tell them you're my girlfriend lmao" Kurosagi 1 and 2

Gifts for Various Tokyo DB Boys (Vagastrom, Jabberwock, Mortkranken

Food Delivery headcanons (Rui, Haru, Sho+Hyde, Yuri)

Edward Hart x Reader: Smitten

Subaru Kagami x Reader: He can get carried away

What In Hell is Bad?

Lucifer x Reader: When you stay with him for medical observation

Belphegor x Reader: After a day of overstimulating himself he overstimulates you

Mammon x Reader x Biment drabble

Arknights

Kal'tsit headcanons

Black Butler

Sebastian Michaelis x Reader: A possessive demon and his unenthused prey

Twisted Wonderland

Past v Present Lilia headcanons

General Lilia x Reader: Reprieve in the tent

Dungeon Meshi

Falin and Marcille x Reader: Marcille cleans you up after you help Falin

Mithrun headcanons

Inuyasha

Sesshomaru x Reader: He can't help being aroused by such a backbone

Bungo Stray Dogs

Dazai kink headcanons

Dazai relationship headcanons

Dazai x Reader: When you have stamina

Soukaku headcanons

Baldurs Gate 3

Companions react to inexperienced Reader

Yandere Harleep x Reader headcanons

Karlach x Reader Thirst

Wyll x Reader: Being his princess

Gale x Reader: He teaches you about the bedroom 1 and 2

Astarion:

/ Making him flustered (sfw fluff)

/ Sex Pollen via @ sicknasty03

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⿻ CHARACTER LIST — !

MINORS DNI 18+ ༄

"We want more than the wars of our fathers." — Switchfoot. (2003). Meant to Live.

TIP: bold is current favorites in which i respond to the quickest.

── characters ┆ EVERY CHARACTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN ON THIS BLOG (DOES NOT INCLUDE GIFTS).

dc comics ¡! ❞

✩ bruce wayne ✩ dick grayson ✩ terry mcginnis ✩ jason todd ✩ clark kent ✩ talon ✩ dr. manhattan ✩ oliver queen ✩ wally west ✩ j’onn j’onzz ✩ nanaue ✩ tim drake ✩ conner kent ✩ joker ✩ barry allen ✩ adrian chase

marvel ¡! ❞

✩ peter parker ✩ venom ✩ hobie brown ✩ miguel o'hara ✩ tony stark ✩ logan howlett ✩ wade wilson ✩ harry osborn ✩ the great protector

the boys ¡! ❞

✩ black noir ✩ soldier boy ✩ the homelander ✩ jordan li

star wars ¡! ❞

✩ anakin skywalker ✩ darth vader ✩ han solo ✩ nd-5 ✩ plo koon ✩ din djarin ✩ general grievous

wizarding world ¡! ❞

✩ fred weasley ✩ remus lupin ✩ sirius black ✩ cormac mclaggen

movies misc. ¡! ❞

✩ indiana jones ✩ brian o'conner ✩ patrick bateman ✩ elton tiscia ✩ optimus prime ✩ jake sully ✩ charlie baker ✩ bernard the elf ✩ peter pevensie ✩ robert "moose" alexander iii ✩ warner huntington iii

outer banks ¡! ❞

✩ jj maybank ✩ rafe cameron ✩ drew starkey

atla-verse ¡! ❞

✩ jet ✩ zuko

tv. shows misc. ¡! ❞

✩ jake peralta ✩ abed nadir ✩ mordecai ✩ kevin levin ✩ dean forester ✩ christopher hayden ✩ dean winchester ✩ sam winchester ✩ kendall knight ✩ james diamond

jujutsu kaisen ¡! ❞

✩ toji fushiguro ✩ satoru gojo ✩ naoya zenin

boku no hero academia ¡! ❞

✩ katsuki bakugou ✩ taishiro toyomitsu

akatsuki no yona ¡! ❞

✩ hak

namaikizikari ¡! ❞

✩ shou naruse

manga misc. ¡! ❞

✩ riftan calypse

mass effect ¡! ❞

✩ garrus vakarian ✩ nihlus kryik ✩ saren arterius ✩ urdnot wrex

christensen-verse ¡! ❞

✩ hayden christensen ✩ scott barringer ✩ leo campo ✩ sam monroe ✩ billy quinn ✩ clay beresford ✩ jacob ✩ stephen glass

rpf misc. ¡! ❞

✩ indy ✩ andy biersack ✩ corpse husband ✩ tom welling

── additional ┆ CHARACTERS I'D LIKE TO WRITE FOR.

✩ cad bane ✩ general grievous ✩ boba fett

✩ barry allen

✩ luke riordan

✩ korra ✩ mako

✩ shoto todoroki ✩ dabi ✩ kai chisaki ✩ hitoshi shinso ✩ toshinori yagi ✩ yo shindou

✩ garnet

✩ jace herondale

✩ sinbad ✩ masrur

✩ tomoe ✩ kurama shinjirou

✩ sesshomaru ✩ koga

✩ marshall lee

✩ bill cipher

✩ dan lynch

✩ nicholas devereaux

✩ eric knox

✩ sherlock holmes

✩ jack sparrow ✩ james norrington

✩ ned nickerson

✩ mike ross

✩ gregory eddie

✩ sam sweeney

✩ david rice

── gifts ┆ CHARACTERS I'VE WRITTEN GIFTS FOR AND DO NOT WANT MESSAGES ABOUT.

✩ luke skywalker ✩ carmy berzatto ✩ druig

NAVI | M.LIST | RULES | FAQ

[alaskan-wallflower]

Do you prefer the Musical versions of the characters or the movie versions?

Oh boy-I have controversial takes

Ponyboy

For Ponyboy? I prefer his movie version if we’re talking about them looking like their respective ages but I do use Brody’s Ponyboy a lot more because in most of my content Ponyboy is aged up (because I like to make headcanons and comics for post book) so I do like Brody’s version of Pony as a more aged up version, say 17-18. I do prefer his hair in the musical since it fits the “brown almost red hair” thing better So both? Like I like movie Ponyboy because he looks 14 but Brody’s Ponyboy is just so lovable. I can see Pony looking like that aged up tbh. Also C Tommy Howell’s constant RBF in the movie goes hard 😭

Sodapop

It’s touch to say honestly. I like them both? I enjoy Jason’s portrayal of Soda and I don’t recall much of Rob Lowe. The only thing I do wish is that they made his hair more blonde so it would stay more true to the book but that’s just me being nit picky in the end. I do prefer the outfit Rob wore, flannels just seem very Sodapip esque to me. The only thing I wish was different was the portrayal of Sofa in the musical since he seems to be too much of a womanizer honestly and while Soda is flirty I feel like there are other aspects of his personality they could’ve played up. That being did I do prefer Jason!

Darry

It honestly took me a while to warm up to Brent. Patrick Swayze is literally Darry. I prefer Brent’s voice more but Patrick just looks more Darry. That’s not to say I don’t like Brent as Darry-I love him as Darry! It just took me a little bit to warm up to him. I think I like him more as a prson though if that makes sense-Patrick looks the part more. Also I have some choice words about Darry’s portrayal in the musical; while he was more well rounded emotionally and didn’t feel like a robot, I can’t get over how mean they made him in the musical. Especially the line about Dallas “giving up” because he killed his elf. I get where he’s coming from but like…y’know?

Johnny

Movie Johnny has a special place in my heart. Younger me had the biggest and fattest crush on him I won’t even lie. He also just…looks more Johnny? Smaller and younger looking. Also just his voice sounded more Johnny than Sky-I do love Sky though! Live laugh love Sky, but I just prefer the way Ralph played Johnny. Sky’s voice is lovely though and I love how he portrays Johnny as more strong if that makes sense? Like Johnny is still strong and resilient, he’s just quiet and more jumpy than normal. And I kinda like that the musical made somewhat of an emphasis on this.

Dallas

Musical 100%. I’ve kinda always liked the headcanon of Dally being black and the gang being interracial. And Josh just looks and sounds SO much like Dally. I like that they made him more well rounded too-they gave him a more sympathetic side and emphasized some of his better qualities and while he still is a little shit, he’s just…not just there to be a tough hoodlum y’know? I also really love his relationship with Johnny and Pony, the whole little brother thing definitely feels really good. I’ve seen people be mad that the gang isn’t all white but like…I think that’s stupid. I prefer musical Dally tbh

Two Bit

Also musical. Daryl Tofa my beloved <333 He reminds me of Leo Valdez from the Percy Jackson books and I love it. I love his outfit. I love his tattoos. I love his laid back energy and his relationship with Soda in the musical. I wish he had more stage time tho-like I wish they gave him his own little bit of time because I seriously loved Teo Bit being a POC. I can’t tell what his ethnicity is (Hawaiian? Caribbean? Can someone help me out 😭) but whatever he is I love two bit thing like that

Steve

Honestly I dunno-Steve is such a minor character in the book, movie and musical that it’s hard for me to say. I’m gonna say both because Tom Cruise is just so doofy in the movie and musical Steve is barely in it enough for me to make a judgement. I didn’t even know it was Steve when I first saw the show tbh, I just thought it was a character they added like Ace.

Cherry

Musical. She seemed a lot more…well rounded in a way? I like that they made her stronger and able to stand up for herself. I don’t remember much on the movie but I LOVE Cherry in the musical and I would so hang out with her-also Emma Pittman I love you Emma Pittman

[somewhereincairparavel]

Angsty Jason prompt: dealing with Leo's death. And then the hurricane of emotions when Jason realized he wouldn't see his best friend again before he sacrificed himself for piper/apollo.

Author's note: I'm so sorry this took so long @obsessingoverl omg I was in a writer's block! But I hope you enjoy anyways, thanks for requesting :)

Every single fucking thing reminded Jason of him.

The fire crackling in Campfires.

The screwdrivers laying around on the table.

The Nintendo switch at the big house.

Even the food at camp half blood feasts.

Everything simply narrowed down to Leo Valdez.

Was this how it felt like to go insane? If that's the case, then Jason Grace had already crossed that path. He was beyond insane. His nightmares were plagued with images of the explosion that killed Leo Valdez. The booming noise, the burst of spreading flames that must've set Leo ablaze. Gods. Jason didn't want to think about it. But he realized that Leo died, the same way his mother had died too. Engulfed in flames.

So when Jason found out that he was going to die as well, in a few minutes in battle, he was hit with a wave of gut-wrenching emotions.

He was always hopeful that Leo was out there somewhere, screaming “I'm the bad boy supreme” grinning with his typical latino elf demeanor. He had always held on to the hope that Leo would come back riding on Festus, yelling “I GOT Y'ALL GOOD DIDN'T I?? Did ya miss me Superman??” That's just Leo on a normal day, and Jason would've curled up into a ball, cringing at his antics, albeit fondly. But right now? Jason would've killed for Leo to do that again.

He would've killed to be pranked by Leo again

He would've killed to play Mario party six on Nintendo switch in the big house with Leo again.

He would've killed to taste Leo's food again.

He would've killed to see Leo make random things out of metal as gifts, for Jason again.

He would've killed to listen to Leo's corny jokes again.

Recalling all of these things, Jason was hit with the realization that he would die, never getting to see Leo Valdez again.

But Jason had another thread of hope to hang on to, it was thin, but it was still there. If Leo was indeed dead, that means he's probably in Elysium, right? And if Jason dies too, then he'd also go to Elysium.. Jason would see Leo again after all, right?

Wrong.

After Jason Grace's death, He was judged in the fields of asphodel, and was sentenced to go to Elysium, Jason's soul was vibrating with excitement. Once he reached the golden paradise of Elysium, his soul floated around, yelling for Leo's name. He saw so many hero's spirits floating around in the Paradise, but where was Leo? For the love of Jupiter. Where. Was. Leo. Valdez?

Jason Grace realized, with a pang, looking at all these other drifting souls, that if his curly haired friend was not amongst them causing a ruckus, it could only mean one thing.

That Leo Valdez was alive after all. Jason had simply not lived to see him.

[lemonmoxy]

Hearth and Home (1)

Summary: Four years after the Sixth Blight, and the Rook who saved the world has fallen off the map. Nimh Laidir, a mage of no importance, raises their child in a small Rivain village, until a mysterious fire forces them out of retirement.

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Chapter 1: Retirement

Quilla was a small Rivaini village where nothing happened. Once, it hadn’t been a village at all. Just a packed earth clearing, where the collection of scattered local goatherds and farmers would gather to exchange things they needed amongst each other. Then a Rivaini nobleman needed to hide his embezzlement, and a lighthouse was constructed on the cliff side. The village was tucked into an odd corner of the coast, a bad place for traders to stop and gather. The lighthouse did not bring industry to Quilla. It did bring fishermen, and soon the packed earthen clearing was forgotten and those from “Quilla” congregated once a week around the fisherman’s houses instead. Travelling merchants of the small variety sometimes passed through. People from further farmsteads that couldn’t be considered ‘Quilla’ would come. However, market day never crossed into the triple digits of attendance. Quilla stayed small. Few families left, even fewer families joined the community. 

Nimh Laidir was the newest member, and they had been here for four years. The elf had arrived with few resources, heavily pregnant. They had moved out to the cliffs, and built their house in an impressive display of magic, and had stayed there, rarely venturing down even on market day. There was little cause for them to. While there were plenty of things they needed that they could not get themselves, the villagers of Quilla came to them, because there were no local mages (the rare ones that were born had left for the Circle and when the Circle was annulled, they never returned).

The house Nimh built might not impress those in the capital, but to those from Quilla it was incredible, carved out of stone by the water that jumped to answer to Nimh’s command. The local crystal grace flowers, an orange variant, grew all over the house. Elfroot grew wild and thick on the sloping hills and cliffs that led to Nimh’s home, requiring wooden planks to be laid down to make it easily transversable. It would be difficult amongst the wild to spot the house if it hadn’t been for someone who had traded paint for some manner of spellcraft. Now you could easily spot the house while walking down the cliffs to the sea with the splash of bright Riviani blue.

Carla Verez was able to easily spot it, both from the color and that she had been out to the place a few times. She had been the first to meet Nimh when she came to investigate when people heard the sound of Nimh’s waves carving stone echoing through the hills. She came to bring a midwife to help with the delivery of Nimh’s baby (and that had been an ugly blood affair). And she was often the one the people of Quilla came to to help with a first introduction to Nimh. Most found knocking on the mage’s door, alone, to ask for a trade too tremendous a task to do alone. 

Carla thought the others were rather silly. Nimh was a quiet person, standoffish, but not unpleasant, and relatively agreeable if you could ignore their bruskness. She picked carefully through the slatted wooden path, holding to the rope Nimh had strung to make it easier to traverse. 

From her vantage point able to see the bright blue wood that was slatted against stone cliffs (Nimh’s home), and the beach - Carla spotted Nimh and their son, Leo. Nimh was sitting on their porch in a rocking chair. In their hand was some stitching, likely a work of a spellcraft they were trading. Leo was down further on the beach but easily within Nimh’s line of sight. 

Nimh had built some strange play area for the boy since the last time Carla had been here. Wooden platforms that swung from ropes, and wooden stumps with ropes hung between them. For most parents in Quilla, children were more hands for the work that needed to be done, but Nimh, likely because of their magic, seemed mostly interested in letting Leo learn and play. Carla hadn’t seen Leo do much in the way of chores, though he was only three and a half. However Carla felt that Nimh was raising Leo was of no matter, and Carla knew better than to bring it up. As agreeable as Nimh was, they did get very cagey whenever anyone asked too much about their son. Reasonable, for an elf with a half human child. 

“Nimh!” Carla waved, having learned not to approach too close without alerting her presence. 

Nimh’s eyes snapped to her with speed that Carla had only seen from them. There was an awkward long beat where Nimh looked Carla over carefully before they nodded and waved her over. Only then did Carla approach, moving down to the porch.  

“Carla.” Nimh greeted. They set down their sewing and ducked into their house briefly. Carla had been in Nimh’s house before, though only briefly when Nimh was delivering. It was only one room although that one was spacious. The kitchen made up the entryway. 

Nimh returned with two wooden cups of cucumber water. Shortly after Leo was born Nimh had started gardening, and they had started with cucumbers, and hadn’t understood just how many could grow. It wasn’t uncommon for Nimh to send villagers away with the spell they asked for and a basket of cucumbers. As soon as they were back on the porch, Nimh’s eyes went straight to Leo first, to ascertain he was still playing on the low hanging ropes. Two sheep played with him, one chewing on elfroot and watching, the other enthusiastically jumping from swinging board to board with Leo.

“What brings you out here?” Nimh asked, offering her the cup.

Carla took it. It had been a long walk. “There’s been a fire at the Soza’s place.” 

Nimh frowned. “Is it still burning?” It wouldn’t have been the first time they had been called to stop a fire. 

Carla shook her head. “No, it had burned itself out by the time my man had gotten over there to help.” 

Nimh tilted their head, their brow pinching in concern. 

“They’re dead. The whole family.” 

Nimh hissed in sympathy. While they might not have strong relationships to many in Quilla, they had met everyone at least once. “Already?” Nimh instantly seized on the strangest part of the tale. People died of burns, but not usually so quickly. 

“Jon found them dead, he said, burned to death in their beds.”

Nimh’s frown grew. “That’s passing strange.” They said. Carla nodded in agreement. 

“I thought so too. It’s probably nothing. Who knows how fires are supposed to burn? But, one would think… It was a log cabin... And those do go up fast and hot, but-”

Nimh nodded. “But not that fast. They’d have woken up at least.” They stood up after they had both drunk their water and started winding their way towards Leo, Carla followed them. “If they died in their sleep, you’d think it was from smoke that got trapped inside, and they choked to death before they burned.” Nimh kept their voice low and soft, even softer than they usually spoke, likely so Leo wouldn’t overhear. 

Carla nodded. She didn’t know all that, but she had thought it was strange, and had wanted Nimh’s opinion. “The house was completely burned.” Carla said. “It wasn’t a low smoky fire. We could see the fire from our house.”

“That is… strange.” 

“It’s probably nothing.” Carla was quick to say. “But I was wondering, if you’re free.” 

Nimh sighed and looked up. They watched Leo play for a few long moments before speaking up. “Leo!” They called. 

Leo’s eyes snapped to Nimh immediately, and he toppled off a platform, only a few inches from the ground into the sand. “Dama!” He whined at the distraction. The two sheep that Nimh kept as pets rather than livestock came bounding over to the baby in concern. He wobbled to his feet. 

Nimh covered their smile. “Sorry, treasure. Do you want to go on a picnic with Carla and me?” 

It was a two hour walk to the Sosa house, it wasn’t something Nimh and Carla could just pop out on a whim. Leo eagerly ran ahead to the house with Nimh and Carla trailing behind. Nimh whistled and the sheep obediently trotted over and Nimh led them to their pen, and secured the gate. Once the sheep were put away for their trip, Nimh moved to follow Leo into the house, Carla trailing after. 

“Do… you have any theories?” Carla asked. 

Nimh hummed. “It’s probably nothing.” They said first. “Or…” They shook their head. “It could be a lot of things. I’d need to look it over. But I’m no seer, Carla. Spirits aren’t my speciality.” 

Carla was pretty sure Nimh’s speciality was enchantment. Their wards and charms, and whatever little trinkets they traded were amazing. Although Nimh could wield a terrifying amount of control over water as well. 

“Right. But you can still check it over, right? And it’s probably nothing.”

Nimh nodded, firmly. “It’s probably nothing.” They followed Leo into their house. 

Leo jumped up and down. “Picnic?” 

“Mhm.” Nimh agreed, with a soft fondness reserved only for their child. “What would you like?” 

“Sandwiches!” 

Nimh grabbed some bread they had baked for the day. “Cucumber sandwiches?”

Leo shook his head. “Too late for cucumbers.” 

Nimh hid a snort with a cough. “Of course. Then what?”

“Apple!” 

Nimh looked over to Carla. Carla, knowing Nimh was always looking to get rid of cucumbers, “Cucumber is fine with me.” 

Leo shook his head at Carla as if she was a fool. 

Nimh made a cucumber sandwich and two apple sandwiches, and then let Leo pick which other sides Nimh would make and bring. Carla was always surprised by how much Nimh deferred to Leo about most decisions. Nimh put the food in a basket, covered it with a cheesecloth. Then they filled up all three of their water skins. Leo carried his own water on his back. Then, Nimh secured Leo on their back. Carla took the basket of food, and they were off. On the way out Nimh slipped a knife into their belt, and picked up their staff. While Nimh always had their knife in their belt whenever they left their house, they rarely took their staff with them. 

“It’s a long walk.” Nimh said. The staff was big enough and thin enough to easily work as a walking stick. It was a thin gnarled piece of wood with sockets in it that fit in stones and gems that probably channel Nimh’s magic, somehow (Carla wasn’t a mage and didn’t know the first thing about magic outside of what Nimh had directly shown or told them and Nimh wasn’t a talker). 

Carla nodded, “Of course, it’s a long walk,” they echoed. “It’s probably nothing.” 

“It’s probably nothing.” Nimh said with a nod. 

While they walked, Leo told Carla all about dragons. “And High Dragons are the rarest type of dragons. They’re all girls and they live in really remote places. I asked dama if there could be a high dragon nearby, but they said we’d know if there was because they’re really really ummm…” Leo reached to tap Nimh’s shoulder.

“Territorial.” Nimh immediately supplied. Carla hadn't thought they had been paying attention.

“Yeah! That! It means they don’t like it when there are people around and they attack.” Leo paused, clearly thinking something over, and then he asked, “Dama, are we territorial?” He lisped on the word even as he sounded it out slowly. 

Nimh let out a sharp bark of laughter. Leo grinned like he had won a prize at the sound. “Well, I won’t attack someone just for approaching. But I suppose we like our space.” 

“Then… we’re like nicer dragons?” 

“Yeah.” Nimh agreed. 

Carla glanced at Nimh out of the corner of her eye. The elf was short, and pretty heavily scarred. They wore bangles around their wrist, made of silver and coral beads, but when they shifted, you could make out faint scars. Their ankles tinkled as they moved, simple anklets made of stringing coins together, a normal accessory for locals (coin wasn’t something that was spent often in Rivain in general), but once again, there were scars around them. Around Nimh’s neck was the same necklace they always wore, a black strip of fabric with a silver pendant at the throat. Carla had seen them without it once, and had seen scars on their neck. They often wore tops that exposed their stomach and they had scars there too (though mostly on the small of their back). There was only one Carla definitely knew the cause of. The one that cut straight across their stomach was the scar that had brought Leo into the world and that had almost ended Nimh’s life. The scars Carla assumed were from slavery. They were an elf, and it wasn’t terribly uncommon for slaves to wash up on the shores of Rivain. 

“You know a lot about dragons.” Carla observed.  

Nimh shrugged their shoulders. “I heard things and remembered some of them.” 

Carla remembered that the old Tevinter gods were said to be dragons, and her lips pulled into a sympathetic frown. 

Carla knew the way to the Sosa farmstead. There were lots of winding paths through the hills, animal paths, and paths worn by farmer carts. They created a crisscrossing network that could be confusing if you didn’t know where to go. However, once they got within a few miles of the Sosa farm, Carla didn’t need to lead Nimh down the paths. They could all smell the smoke. 

It had almost been a half day since the fire, but the smoke still lingered in the air. Nimh came to a stop abruptly. 

“Treasure, would you mind if Carla carried you?” They asked. 

Leo frowned. He thought about it. “Ok." He agreed with some reluctance. 

Nimh kneeled down and unstrapped Leo from their back. Carla set the basket down and let Nimh strap Leo to her back. Then she took the basket back up. Nimh frowned. “I can carry-”

Carla shook her head. “I got it. You want to walk ahead, right?” 

“It’s probably nothing.” Nimh immediately said. But they unwrapped a cloth from their waist, twisted it, before tying their hair out of their face. Nimh’s hair was short, only reaching their chin, and fell in their face. The style likely had something to do with Nimh’s two distinctive facial features: their eyes were two different colors (one eye light brown, the other a strange pink), and the scar that bisected their face from their left eyebrow to their right cheek. Carla rarely saw Nimh’s full face, and now Nimh was tying their hair back. 

The two exchanged looks. “It’s probably nothing.” Nimh said again. Carla nodded and let Nimh take the lead. 

They reached the post that marked they were near the Sosa house. They should have been able to see it, but there was nothing there. Carla hadn’t noticed it until she was staring at the eerie sight, but the sound of birds had cut out. It was just the wind now. She didn’t remember when it had stopped. 

“It should just be up the road, a yard or two.” Carla called to Nimh.

“Dama, I’m itchy.” Leo complained. Nimh turned back at that. There was a look on their face that Carla wasn’t sure they could read. 

Nimh gave both Carla and Leo a serious look that made both of them come to attention. “You two stay here. If anything spooks you. Carla, yell, loud. I’ll be there. Leo, be good, and be as quiet as you can. Dama will be back soon.” Carla could feel Leo nodding behind her.

“I will, dama.” He promised, sounding very serious. It would have been comical if it wasn’t for the feeling of dread that was creeping over Carla. 

“It’s probably nothing.” Carla replied but gave a tight firm nod. 

The small elf headed up to the place where the house ought to have been with not a tremor of hesitation in their step. 

[just-a-pole-sir]

This is probably the strangest ask you'll ever get but I wanted to share it. A few months ago there was a crazy tiktok, which for some reason came up on my gyp yesterday about the different "types" of Hollywood handsome man and the user categorised them into "Elves, Humans and Dwarves. And each category had it's own subcategory of "Prince, Warrior and King". Elves were the Hollywood ethereal "pretty boys" with delicate features, Humans were the typical Hollywood handsome men and dwarves were the more stocky men with strong features (she gave young Marlon Brando as an example of this). Princes were the more delicate youthful type, warriors were the more brolic types and Kings were the older men (she gave David Bowie as an example of an "Elf King"). She also said actors can switch types which is more common with Elves. She gave an example of Leo DiCaprio starting off as an "Elf Prince and aging into a "Dwarf King" or something like that. Once I got my head around it and because I'm weird af I thought perhaps someone like Manu Rios or Lorenzo Zurzolo would be "Elf Princes", Brandon Flynn and Cooper Kotch would be "Human Princes" and Dacre Montgomery and Taron Edgerton would be "Dwarf Princes". It was all so off the wall but somehow it all made sense

Interesting! You should make a table with elves, humans and dwarves columns and prince, warrior and king rows and then put the guys in it.

[skyguy675]

Entry 3: 19/10/24 - God I Hate Elves

God, I fucking hate elves.

Sorry. I know that’s a hell of a thing to come out the gates with, but Jesus have they ever earned my eternal disdain, the eternal aspect being pertinent in particular. Due to the famous immortality of elves, they’ll be able to fully appreciate all its intricate nuances.

And, of course, when I say elves, what I am really saying in whispered subtext is Legolas. 

Sorry Gimli. Whilst I have a great reverence and love for you, your dumbass princeling boyfriend deserves a slandering - made no less worthy of it by him then going out with someone so much younger (perhaps he should be called LEO-las). 

I mean he arrested the guy’s Dad and then proceeded to mock his own future boyfriend’s baby pics (bet that made for an interesting couples therapy session on their honeymoon revisiting Fangorn Forest [treebeard was definitely the therapist, making for a slow session]).

All I’m saying is it looks a bit sus. In my book, Legolas belongs in the same camp as Padme and either one of the two boyfriend options in Twilight, maybe more the werewolf one because of that uncomfortable imprinting business.

It’s just the modern consensus. Every time I show somebody new the Lord of the Rings, without fail Legolas is their favourite character (me and my Mum were arguing about this the entire time) and like… I get it. He does cool shit and he looks beautiful (at least among hobbits and humans - though he’s edged out by Aragorn, [phew Daddy!], and is nothing compared to the sexual powerhouse that is Gimli, son of Gloin). 

But he’s as talkative and actually charismatic as a wet rice cake, I’m certain of this. And I’m certain that the writers of those movies knew this too, because they give all the general chatter scenes to Gimli, the better and more inspirational character. I can’t help but think to that one scene in the second film where Aragorn and Legolas reunite after Aragorn has a “little tumble off the cliff” and instead of having a deep and meaningful conversation illustrative of the full capacity of their intricate and powerful friendship, they cut to a longshot and mute the guys, presumably because the writers attempted to think of a conversation sustained by the loquacious wit of our favourite socially maladjusted wood elf before coming to the realisation that one could never exist. 

Being trapped in a lift with Legolas sounds like it’d be worse than hell.

And yeah, he goes through an arc (allegedly) but so does Gimli – the exact same one - and Gimli has the boon of actually also having a personality, so there.

It’s funny, because otherwise I don’t actually mind the elves in Lord of the Rings. In the Hobbit they’re antagonists (book continuity – always the book continuity with the Hobbit), and in Lord of the Rings they’re far removed from the central plot and act more like other worldly beings bestowing gifts and boons Athena style onto our mortal protagonists. They’re like mini-Gandalfs, who incidentally does cool stuff as well like Legolas but I’m more inclined to favour him because he has occasions where he gets his ass beat and has to regenerate Doctor Who style, and he’s just a sweet old man type dude that visits his little friends, throws cool ass parties, smokes weed and fells balrogs. He just has a more developed and wholesome vibe.

So, elves in middle-earth are implemented quite well in my opinion, but outside of that I just generally hate them and people’s obsession with them. A predominantly Aryan race, extremely self-possessed and arrogant, without hesitation or exception believing themselves to be naturally superior to every other filthier, uglier and lesser species. Gees, what’s not to like? But it’s made up for by the fact that they know how to do their hair.

Now, boys and girls, given the history (and to be honest present) of our own world, what tends to happen when you have a meeting between two groups, one of which believes them to be (and, depending on the narrative, actually is) superior to the other? That’s right. A bad thing, mostly for the group that can’t live to a billion and do backflips from the age of three.

I just don’t like people extolling mindless beauty and idolising an idealised fantasy creature that would a hundred percent bully those people in real life if they existed. Best case scenario is they’re the vegans of fantasy land, worse case is they’re the Nazis.  At least vampires just eat you, not try and give you unwanted life advice. 

And they gave us goths, to which I say: phew Mummy!

Tangent over:

Ruairi

[cowabungacarl420]

rottmnt dnd au

for the simple hell of it

leo - elf bard, obviously. plays a lute inexplicably shaped like a flying v electric guitar like he has in that one episode. abuses the hell out of his 'vicious mockery' cantrip. long flowing golden hair (that everyone suspects is enhanced by some kind of potion). has high charisma on paper but constantly fails charisma checks. chronically smug. also, bards use longswords so his odachi would work!

donnie - drow (dark elf) artificer. always tinkering with something. has a belt with mysterious glowing bottles strapped to it at all times and gets tetchy if people look at it for too long. not above stealing things so he can use then for spells. only vaguely tethered to morality by his party members / weird adopted family. his tech bo is used for spellcasting but also for gesturing when he gets into a passionate speech.

raph - half-orc paladin. barbarian would seem like the obvious class choice for raph, but his 'red angel of preventing harm' thing made me lean towards paladin!! specifically oath of glory. big boy, knows people can be intimidated because of his size and conducts himself as friendly as possible to make up for it. prefers action over words. snaggletoothed sweetheart

mikey - kobold cleric. i know making one of the boys into a reptilian race might seem a little obvious, but his "embrace the turtle, baby!" line from clothes don't make the turtle make me think it would fit him! also, kobolds are smaller than dragonborns and he's itty bitty. cleric ties in to his role as the 'heart' of the group, and also ties into his mystic powers! also, clerics can use like, any weapon. only one who makes sure they're eating something other than fantasy beef jerky on the road

april - human monk. monks are wise, but punchy, and typically only use simple melee weapons. a bat is a type of club if you squint, so her signature weapon works well with this class! i also think way of the astral self would be a cool way to tie in karai. always tries to get jobs in towns they pass through to fund their adventuring, and always gets fired because of the guys' antics.

[civilotterneer]

Idk if this has been done before but...

If Echo characters had dnd classes what would you think they'd be?

I had! It was a reblog and was very type-casted.

Also note: I play Pathfinder currently which has a few more classes than 5th edition DND. I've included some equivalents.

Chase: Investigator. High passive perception but dumped charisma. Can see lots of things but is also too dumb to put it all together until it's too late. Alt: Witch with Sam as his patron and he casts hexes and madness-inducing enchantment magic. DND equivalent: Inquisitor rogue or archfey warlock.

Flynn: Swashbuckler. He would want to be the swarmy fighter who insults you, stabs you, then trips you, in that order. Optional: archetype into Gunslinger since he stays strapped. DND equivalent: Swashbuckler rogue or battlemaster fighter.

TJ: Cleric. This one's easy. Only difference is he's definitely got a high Dex and plays a race with extra movement speed so he's the fastest cleric around. Also plays passively, so he prob focuses on healing and buff spells since he wouldn't like hurting things.

Leo: Champion. Focuses on all the 'protect my friends' abilities, but actually mainly uses them on Chase's character. Optional: archetype into Gunslinger since he stays strapped. DND equivalent: ancients paladin with stuff like the shield blocking fighting style to reduce damage to an ally.

Carl: Ranger. It's s stretch, but ranger is the most superhero-like (a la tolkiens elf rangers) but also don't take up the spotlight. Also if any classes smoke weed, it'd be ranger or druid. Honorable mention: if he plays any caster and focuses on clouds and air magic. Alt: kineticist specialized in air abilities for flying and clouds. Honorable DND mention: spore druid.

Jenna: Rogue. A surprisingly outspoken and well moralled one. I know the least about her so this one's just a guess.

Other peeps:

Kudzu: monk with rogue archetype. Sneaky boi who can fight sounds about right. Definitely is the character who has to deal with the rest of the party's shenanigans.

Clint: Oracle. Cursed with forbidden knowledge trying to use it to save the future. Makes him look crazy but he's actually on to something. DND equivalent: cleric or warlock, both are roleplayed as their magic being a powerful curse.

[the-geek-librarian]

*bursts through door*

Isabella Montgomery.

*sits on table shakes your shoulders*

Tell me everything

SHIT GIRLY MY DOORRRRRRR NOOOO

OK YES I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABT THIS FUCKING GAY SHUT IN

Alright so, Isabella was born to the noble house of Montgomery on october 28th with Ink magic!! She was arranged to marry Helen Xerneas (Helen cunt: 1) from a young age (7-9) and so they grew up rather close

Isabella is very shut-in, shy and generally unathletic never really liking going out in the Sunlight ( so much so that Tim (friend Oc)- her boss needs to drag her out ). She affectionately gets called a vampier for this, after optening her grimwary she didn't bother with the MK and instead went to work as a Castile archivist in which she thrived. During her time as a child she would spend a lot of her time reading writing and well, being around Helen by necessity. They got along, more then along, they always were childhood sweethearts. All the Time Isa didnt spend reading, wrighting ect she would spend it with Helen and in turn all the time Helen didnt spen with, Leo, her sis or training she spent with Isa.

Ok angst timeeeeee, this leans on Helens story too a bit since they are connected. When Helen was 11 (nice rhyme lol) she and her sister got into a fight, regarding the MK and how Helen wanted to joine. Well... things took a turn for the worst and Helen in the heat of the moment, pushed her sister off the stairs by accident, snapping her neck in the process (yay for happy childhood) and Isa (who came for a play date ofc) walked in at the wrong moment

It was her screams and accusations of Helen having killed her own sister in cold blood that alerted everyone in the place of what had transpired after all. Now, bitch move on Isa's part yes but she was 12 and she only saw Helen push her sister off then look at her with chill smile when yeah no i would be screaming too.

But years later, Isabella has learned the full story of what happend she feels so very sorry and dumb and HAS tried to talk with Helen but to no avail. Bc Helen dosnt realy.. talked to her- she just ignors her a lot. Thier frst real conversation after all this time comes after the elf arc after Isa gets possessed. (Yes we balling with elf gf too boys yeehaw).

More on Isa without the company of Helen, she knows shit. Like. Shit she shouldn't know and weird fun facts that are not that fun tbh. She uses them as a conversation starter which is really 50 50. She likes baking but sucks at it, and WILL beat you verbally to hell if you piss her off enough. She looks sweet and is sweet but she takes no shit sir pls

Also balck wavy hair and purple eyes :3

Anyhow, Ginny you willbe paying for my door-

[mastersofidolworld]

hello! this is aira, nana, and io of milkcolle! in late 2024, we decided it was time that we started writing about out experiences both in having DID and in being alterhuman. we hoped that it could help people in knowing that, hey, you're not alone! there's a lot of ways to exist! are you similar to us? cool! glad to see it! are you not? well, either way it can be nice to learn more about the experiences of others.

so! we decided that, as 2024 has ended, we should count up how many essays we wrote in the year! feel free to check out any that may interest you! we'll write a brief explanation of each one. feel free to let us know if anything stood out to you, or if you notice anything wrong with this post lol i'm formatting this at work rn

let's get started!

[10/5/24] [specific author unknown] i'm a broken-down android: on being the internet: an essay discussing the basics of our relationship to the internet, in an alterhuman sense. mentioned is also how we relate our feelings towards the internet through fiction, aesthetics, religion, and more.

[10/16/24] [written by leo @fromgenius ] a proud and painful oath: on dysphoria, being a system, and the jump from canon to now: a discussion on leo's relationship to gender expression, how his alterhumanity impacts it, and how being a system enhances his dysphoria.

[10/23/24] [written by rick @apostleofidea ] it's all you can eat at eden: on the woods: rick recounts traumatic events from his source, and how certain environments tend to trigger memories.

[11/8/24] [written by rey @templeofthewoods ] a mere fairytale... isn't enough! on being an elf, but through adoption: rey discusses elfheartedness, elfkinity, fiction, and how he's an elf! ...but in a way that's a little different than what people might expect from someone who's elfkin.

[11/16/24] [written by lambda @scramblexing ] a couple years ago, i was told that i would be a miracle: on gender, science, and being a homunculus!: lambda discusses how their nonhumanity/created humanity relates to their gender identity.

[11/21/24] [written by dromi @dromissu ] don’t ever forget your internet girl, promise?: heavy religious imagery around technology and the internet. vaguely symbolic and fictitious.

[11/26/24] [written by nana @nyanaseyoshi ] my heart is like a skyscraper: on petre, otherkinity, and sexuality: don't be weird about this or i'll screammmm anyway! discussing alterhumanity in a more adult context. minors dni with this one if u please

[12/11/24] [written by kennedy @hoisamnicegaai ] home, sweet friendship: on community: discussing our feelings on the corner of the alterhuman community we're in, and how it has impacted us. we <3 our friends!

[12/19/24] [written by nana @nyanaseyoshi ] campus mode, continue on the campus road: i'm a librarian, but i'm also a bunch of anime boys and an animal. ama: nana talks about the relationship between our job and our percieved intelligence, especially regarding one of his past lives. the ama isn't a joke we genuinely don't mind questions about anything lol we welcome it

[12/19/24] [written by king @umanoprincesama ]  ☆pinponpanpoooo~n☆: on personhood and being a blorbo: what does it mean to be a person? how should you treat fictionfolk? king discusses this through the lens of his life in DR.

[12/23/24] [written by cherry @cherrybombbon ] a small ramble on public perception: cherry writes on his experiences with bpd, in both this life and his last, and how people percieve him and treat him because of our disorder.

[9/4/24] [written by lambda @scramblexing ] plural etiquette questionnaire: lamb explains how we prefer to be interacted with as a system. a little out of date! we were struggling a lot when it was written and things were a bit off with the sys. might fill out again at some point!

[10/4/24] [written by nana @nyanaseyoshi ] our syscovery!: ...exactly what it says on the tin! we discuss our realization that we have DID.

[11/13/24] [written by nana @nyanaseyoshi ] hug me tight milky way: our system name: how did milkcolle come to be? this is how we decided to be the milkiest of the collectives!

[11/25/24] [written by eri @scramblexing ] i guess I've been reduced to a "monster"...: this essay discusses the improvement of eri's mental health, and how eri has become more stable over time (and with mental health medication. thank you medication.)

[11/26/24] [written by lucio @nemuihitsuji ] watch me my whole life: on insystem romance: a bit out of date, as lucio is in an insys polycule now, but, hey! a discussion on what it means to date someone who nobody else can see is always relevant, regardless of how many people are in the relationship now.

[12/26/24] [written by... smh thats spoilers] overcoming blurryness: walking you through my process: very casual, kinda talking through our progress of how we figure out who we are when we're blurred to shit.

and thats it for the year! here's to so many more topics to tackle in 2025! and, once again! feel free to talk to us about anything, whether it be our writings, kintypes, system, etc! we're always willing to talk about our experiences. feel free to check our tag "irissays" for any future essays! we haven't written anything new this year, but we'll be sure to write as much as we can soon! do you ever get so overwhelmed by Ideas that all of them leave your brain? all of them have left my brain-

[screaming--incoherently]

Traitorous - Prologue/Chapter 1

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing,

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Odessa Volkova had always been a hot mess. Emphasis on hot. 

It was hereditary. A curse passed down through her family's genetic code, resulting in one train wreck after another. Her grandmother drank herself to death after losing all her money to a gambling addiction. Her father had a psychotic break and burned their house down. And Odessa fought in a war against the gods because a blonde guy convinced her she was worth something.

The war ended in a massacre, hundreds of friends and allies cut down before her very eyes. Odessa was one of the few left to pick up the pieces afterwards, to glue herself back together and force her way forward. She’d gone back to the mortal world, running from monsters and Romans alike. Then after one particularly disastrous run-in with the law, Odessa was shipped off to a school full of mentally unstable delinquents, a place she unfortunately fit right into.

It had all led her to today. The war, the fallout, getting sent to reform school, the fates had designed it for this moment, sitting on a cracked leather seat on a crowded school bus, staring into the eyes of the boy who'd once meant the world to her. The boy who’d walked away without a second thought.

Jason. Fucking. Grace.

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Jason Grace was here. Jason Grace was here. Even in the warped reflection of the window, she recognized him easily, ‘sleeping’ in the once-empty seat behind her. A mix of anger and apprehension spread through Odessa’s body like a wildfire, screaming at her to run away/fight him/grab him and demand to know why he'd come back to bother her after all this time.

It had been months since the Battle of Mount Orthys. Odessa had kept her head down, staying out of trouble. Jason shouldn’t have been able to find her, much less make it this close. She fought the urge to reach for the dagger tucked into the inner pocket of her jacket, her fingers itching to curl around the handle of a weapon. Jason wouldn't be here without a plan, and Odessa knew better than to start swinging without understanding her situation first.

Jason was sitting next to Piper McLean, a freakishly pretty girl and one of the only people Odessa tolerated at this school. From the way Piper was looking at Jason—and how she wasn’t freaking out about a stranger suddenly appearing beside her—it was obvious she was under the influence of the mist. Odessa’s eyes narrowed at Jason’s reflection, manipulating the mist was a feat few demigods could master, she wondered what else Jason had learned since the last time they’d seen each other. 

Her eyes closed for a moment as she sank deeper into her seat, an irritated exhale leaving Odessa’s lips. She was having a hard enough time trying to blend in in the mortal world, Odessa didn't need Jason coming in and ruining everything she'd built. Leo Valdez—the impish, hyperactive, Santa’s elf she was sitting next to—glanced up from the mess of pipe cleaners and rubber bands he was fiddling with to raise an eyebrow curiously at her. Odessa waved him off, rubbing her temples in an attempt to soothe the growing pounding in her head.

She glanced back at Jason’s reflection, only to find him wide awake… and staring directly at her. Odessa quickly averted her gaze, desperately trying to come up with a plan to get out of this situation.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Coach Hedge yelling something unintelligible at the front of the bus. The Coach was a mountain of a man—or he would have been, if he wasn't the same height as a fifth grader. Hedge liked to compensate for his height by being extraordinarily loud, both in the way he dressed and spoke. His neon orange polo shirt made him look like a traffic cone, and despite sitting at the back of the bus, when he started talking it felt as though he was yelling in her ear.

As the Coach lectured them about not causing trouble at the canyon, Odessa noticed Hedge’s beady eyes narrow slightly as they flicked to Jason. She sat up straighter in her seat, fighting the urge to glance behind her. Nobody else had reacted so far in response to Jason Grace's sudden appearance on their field trip. But if the Coach wasn't affected by the Mist—plus he didn't look happy to see Jason—that meant Odessa had a potential ally if Jason tried to drag her back to camp for judgement.

“All right Cupcakes!” Coach Hedge announced, tearing his eyes away from Jason. “We'll be at the canyon in five minutes. Stay with your partner, and don't be stupid or else.”

That last part seemed directed at the back of the bus, and from the way Hedge's grip tightened on his baseball bat, Odessa had a feeling Hedge might try and ‘take care’ of Jason himself.

“Can he talk to us that way?” Jason worriedly whispered to Piper, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He sounded anxious, as if he wasn't fully capable of blasting the Coach to ash if he wanted to.

Odessa turned around to face Jason, resting an arm on the back of her seat. She wanted a better look at him, to try and figure out what was going on. “Of course, he can,” she told him, deciding to play along with Jason's façade to try and figure out what his intentions were. “We go to the Wilderness School. ‘Where the kids are the animals.’”

She said it with a wicked gleam in her eyes but paired it with a joking smile. Looking at Jason now, Odessa almost couldn't believe this was the same guy who toppled the Black Throne last August. He was too tense, his eyes darting around like he didn't know where he was, his fists clenching and unclenching over and over again.

“This is some kind of mistake,” Jason told them, his eyes darting between Piper and Odessa, practically begging them to believe him. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

That threw Odessa off. Jason Grace was a lot of things and a good liar wasn't one of them. It was obvious that he was telling the truth—or at least what he believed to be the truth—which made Odessa's life a hell of a lot harder.

Leo—never one to be left out of a conversation—turned around to grin impishly at Jason. “Of course, Jason. We’ve all been framed! I didn’t run away six times. Piper didn’t steal a BMW. Odessa didn't—” he glanced over at her, “what did you do again?”

Odessa, who had no intention of telling anyone that story, simply answered “drugs.” just as Piper protested, “I didn't steal that car Leo!”

Leo scoffed, “oh, I forgot, Piper. What was your story? You ‘talked’ the dealer into lending it to you?”

The two continued arguing, and Odessa tuned them out, turning back to scrutinise Jason.

“You really remember nothing?” She asked, wondering if now that Piper and Leo were distracted, she'd catch a glimpse of the real Jason in those strikingly blue eyes of his. Odessa was hoping it was all a ploy to get her to drop her guard, that any second now Jason would drop the façade and threaten/beg/try to convince her to come back to Camp. Not that she could even if she wanted to, Reyna would have her hung, drawn and quartered the second Odessa stepped foot on Roman soil.

But Jason seemed dead set on playing the amnesia route. “Nothing,” he promised, his eyes staring pleadingly into hers, sincerity written all over his face. Odessa's heart dropped, Jason was being truthful, and that meant something worse was going on, something that already managed to pull one over on one of the strongest demigods she'd ever met.

Odessa opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Leo, whose argument with Piper had gotten steadily louder.

“I’m just saying, I doubt a guy just gave you the keys to a brand new BM—”

“Leo Valdez!” Piper and Leo both shut up as Coach Hedge yelled from the front, “is there a problem back there?”

He was gripping his baseball bat like he really, really wanted there to be a problem.

Leo glanced slyly over at Odessa, “watch this!” He winked at her before turning to the front. “Sorry, Coach! I was having trouble hearing you. Could you use your megaphone, please?”

The glee in the Coach’s eyes as Leo mentioned the megaphone sent a shiver down Odessa's spine. Hedge unclipped the megaphone from his belt and continued to give directions, except his voice came out sounding like Darth Vader's. Odessa held back a snicker, then burst out into full laughter when Coach tried again and a loud “Moo!” sounded from the megaphone.

“Valdez!” Hedge yelled, slamming the megaphone against a seat to try and fix it.

Leo grinned at Odessa, winking playfully at her. Odessa stifled another laugh, enjoying the sight of Coach Hedge yelling at the megaphone while trying to fix it. “How'd you do that?” She asked, momentarily forgetting about the Jason problem as her attention shifted to Leo.

“I'm a special boy,” Leo answered, leaning in a little bit closer to her.

“Guys!” Jason interrupted, his eyes darting between Odessa and Leo. For a split second, there was something in his eyes as Jason looked at Odessa—not recognition, but close enough that it made her freeze for a moment. As Odessa and Leo both turned to look at Jason, he hesitated for a moment before speaking, as if he didn't actually have something to say and was now scrambling for words. “W-what am I doing here? Where are we going?”

Piper furrowed her brows, staring at Jason with confusion written all over her face. “Jason, are you joking?”

Odessa bit her lip, staying silent. As far as she knew, Piper and Leo were mortals, and it would take too long to explain the whole Mist-warping-memories thing. She'd wait until this field trip was over, then corner Jason and figure out what was going on. Hopefully it was simple enough that Odessa could solve the problem discreetly. She didn't want to drag anyone else into demigod business.

“Of course he’s joking,” Leo insisted, giving Jason a look Odessa couldn't quite read. “Jason’s just trying to get me back for the whole shaving cream on the Jell-O incident, right?” Leo raised an eyebrow at Jason, letting out a laugh that seemed a little forced, “at least the Jell-o thing was funny. Amnesia’s a little far, Jay.”

Jason just stared helplessly at Leo, confusion etched across his face. The sight made Odessa uncomfortable, seeing Jason like this dragged up emotions she'd longed since buried, and she had to fight the urge to reach out and comfort him.

“Leo… I think he's serious.” Piper reached for Jason's hand, concern flickering in her eyes. “Did you hit your head or something? You really don't know who we are?”

Jason pulled his hand away from Piper's, his eyes desperately scanning the three of them. “I don't…” he admitted, taking a shaky breath before continuing, “I don't even know who I am.”

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Welcome to the beginning of my new Heroes of Olympus fanfic Traitorous. New chapters will be posted once a week (unless I'm feeling productive and writing more lol). If you like it so far lmk, I'm trying to work on my writing skills so any advice/constructive criticism is appreciated! <3 Mack