#calypso is taller

[aroaceleovaldez]

im glad to hear you all are enjoying my 7ft tall Calypso hc

#pjo #riordanverse #calypso pjo #she's a titaness she deserves to be tall #also i just think it's funny for Leo to be extremely short in comparison #like she's a foot taller than Percy even #Leo she can just pick up and carry around like a purse dog #she's gonna step on him by accident or something one day

[patorr]

Against this act of homophobia, I need you to know that from now on Leo Valdez is 5'4" because I say so 😤

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If you need more references:

Calypso: 5'7"

Nico: 5'6"

Jason: 5'10" (his wiki says 6'0, but don't be ridiculous, he was 16)

Piper: 5'7"

Frank: 6'3" (I will allow this because of his curse, but it's still ridiculous for a teenager)

Now go on and create if you will.

#leo valdez #the comfort character in who i project the most CANNOT be taller than me #leo Valdez height #calypso #caleo #nico di angelo #valdangelo #Jason grace #valgrace #Piper McLean #liper #frank zhang #valzhang #trans leo valdez

[yourclumsyguardianangel]

the seven + a few others future headcanons

percy:

becomes a high school teacher

teaches high school marine biology (idk how it is in other schools but when we hit sophomore year we got to choose different bio classes ie: marine bio, ag bio, med bio + regular bio)

also teaches the mythology elective and is the swim team coach

annabeth:

we already know this queen is an architect with obvious inspiration from greek architecture

learns how to make blue food for percy and their kids from sally

has traveled all over the world looking at different architecture

learns the basics of many languages so shes able to communicate with the locals

her and leo team up to build a small school near camp half-blood for year rounders so everyone can learn consistently but dw they get summers off

piper:

love her but shes a nepo baby

she doesnt act like it tho

”are you tristan mcleans daughter?” “who?”

loves her dad to bits but does not like being seen out in public by the paparazzi

marries shel, they dont have kids tho, neither of them want to bring any into the world especially with america’s downfall and the government erasing women and poc rights

is basically leos big sister atp

leo:

him and calypso dont last, maybe a year and a half in they split bc calypso wants to explore the world and leo is very emotionally unstable and calypso has a hard time understanding

they end on good terms but dont ever talk unless its with a group of friends

he goes into a trade to become a mechanic and owns his own shop

starts smoking cigarettes/vaping

his friends dont really approve but they understand he cant quit just yet as hes not in a mental space to do so

goes to therapy with a psychologist whos a demigod that specializes in grieving and war trauma

they all go to therapy but hes the last one to do it

he’s still the ‘happy go lucky’ guy hes always been but as he gets closer w the others they start to see the true sadness in him

piper and him grow a lot closer after jason died and have a big sister little brother relationship

hazel:

my girl stays at camp jupiter

takes nicos place at camp

horse trainer

her and frank also dont work out as a romantic relationship, they felt that the age gap was too much after frank turned 18 and hazel was 15 theyre still friends tho

hazel often visits leo in his shop

as much as leo reminds her of sammy, through therapy she has recognized that theyre separate people and to not push all her past feelings for sammy onto leo

not only does she train horses but she also teaches little kids basic math, science, and history to the younger kids

they all call her ms. hazel

she prefers to teach the really young kids (age 4-7)

wears her hair in different braid styles after BOO

frank:

my friggin HOMIE

i relate to frank a lot personality wise

therefore i think hed be a 4/20 fanatic after BOO

hes not stoned during training or during important camp duties

but otherwise you try talkin to him and you dont really notice until you look and see the far off look and red eyes and he just goes “huh?”

other than that hes a great leader

after he gets his cool new look from mars he takes really good care of his body including consistent exercise and eating really healthily (maybe he has a soft spot for fast food when hes hi)

him joining the military does not make sense to me

he lost his mom to war, and he was in one himself, idk about you but i would not wanna join the military after being the main character in a war

he studies to be a veterinarian for exotic animals

when no one is around he shifts into the animal to find out whats wrong

”dr. zhang prefers to work by himself” “why” “idk but hes always right, if it aint broke dont fix it”

jason:

rip home-slice

nico:

my other homie

my guy does not get taller than 5’8

stays at camp during the summer to train the new and old kids

him and will get a house together

teaches history at the camp school

cat dad (5 cats and counting)

will:

takes nicos last name when they marry bc its cooler

him being a doctor doesnt click w me i more picture him being an EMT

EMTs are hotter anyways

does med training with new apollo kids whenever he gets time

if he’s not busy during working hours he drops by nicos classroom w his fav drink from dutch bros (starbucks is MID) and hangs out with him and his students

#percy jackson #pjo #jason grace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #leo valdez #piper mclean #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #will solace #heroes of olympus #solangelo #percabeth

[sunshines-child]

heights (odyssey edition)

my previous one with pjo blew up in my face so here’s mine on the odyssey guys (and Diomides. The two wives of Odysseus must all be included)

Odysseus: 5’5 (pretty short. He’s noted to be stout legged and barrel chested(?) so yeah. Has nice thighs to make up for it though) Penelope (I love her): 5’7 (taller than Odysseus. I am a die hard for taller Penelope. *cough* milf *cough*) Diomides: 5’11 (I really wanted to make him 6 ft but Ancient Greek people were not the tallest. It’s so tempting urgh)

Telemachus: 5’9 (tall like his mother. I know he’s like 20 (or was it 19?), but I always imagine him kind of lanky, with no facial hair. An awkward teenager.) Polites (the boy. I love him.): 5’6 (a little shorter than Penelope, and a little taller than Odysseus. He’s perfect.)

Eurylochus: 5’9.5 (He’s breaching the 5’10 land, but he’s not there. Not gonna lite he was not my favorite person. But he’s nice.) Circe: 7 ft (no I will not elaborate on why she isn’t just 6’5 or something. This is just right. She’s a powerful, imposing, and strong figure. She deserves the height. Can you tell that I love her?) Calypso: 6’1.5 (she’s not an imposing figure. Yeah Atlas is her daddy but who cares. She’s softer on the edges and more approachable than Circe.) Ant guy (that one suitor. I forgot how to properly spell his name and I can’t say that I will bother to.): 5’10 (no words. I don’t like him.) should I do Iliad characters?

#odysseus #penelope #diomedes #circe #telemachus #calypso #polites #eurylochus #the odyssey #tagamemnon

[wolfythewitch]

#i probably wont make them athena height #just because of what happens In the songs

[loganslowdown4]

December 2022 Updates: another Heathers benefit concert; clearly still an ambassador for Youtooz; date at a space exhibit; learning the Wednesday dance with Calypso; some dental issues; recording music; new years with Gavin (who’s almost taller than Thomas now haha)—

#Thomas sanders updates #thomas sanders #sanders sides #Thomas sanders insta #Thomas sanders twitter #December 2022

[queen-mischief-fanfiction]

A walk in the park with a friendly face

Pairing: Kraven the Hunter X squirrel Girl (if you squint)

Fandom: Kraven the hunter

Description: After another fight with his on off lover Calypso Kraven goes off for a wonder in Central Park where he meets a familiar face.

A/N: hey guys I know it’s been a while but I’m getting back into writing thanks to a certain actor in a certain role. I do love hearing feedback, I know this isn’t the best but it’s a small blurb about how I think Squirrel Girl would work with this new iteration of Kraven. If you do like this ship and what I have written maybe in the future I will write more, I do need to clean up my site though to show off my stories better.

Story:

It happened again, Kraven and Calypso had another fight about him, his father and well his whole hunting down and killing of people he thought were unworthy of being called hunters. It was routine for them at this point, they fight, break up, he goes out for a walk, they make up, have sex, rinse and repeat, so here he was currently walking in the greens of Central Park. Some may say that it was unhealthy or toxic but to them it was routine and was how their relationship worked, did he hate it? No, was it tedious? Yes, does his mind wander to other women? Of course, but he was and always will be a beast and therefore has never acted on this impulse for fear of losing maybe the only person who never saw him as Kraven the hunter and only saw him as Kraven.

His mind was brought back as he heard a distant creak of a tree branch, the forest was filled with animals, predators and prey alike but that wasn’t an animal he heard. Continuing as normal his other senses kicked in as his ears picked up a slight movement from the trees, his eyes saw a slight movement of shadow above him, and his nose had picked up a woodsy but not overbearing smell. He also started noticing that above him sitting in tree branches just watching him were squirrels, she never changes he thought fondly to himself as he stops in a small clearing “you can come out now Belka I know you’re there” “ohhh you totally ruined my surprise again,” he heard her whines before a small figure lands gracefully in front of him “, just once I wanna be able to get the jump on you” he chuckles at the thought of her sneaking up on him and being successful.

He gave her a look over as he hadn’t seen her in a while, she was still much shorter than he was even if she tried to be taller in her brown ankle boots which had a small heel on them just to boost her height. She was wearing a black undersuit that really did bring out her figure the older she got after losing her baby fat, and a brown furry leotard which Kraven can appreciate as a wearer of animal fur himself. He also noticed that her hair had gotten longer no longer was it cut pixie short but she was wearing it in a braid, she also had on her signature acorn earrings and her squirrel ears, and of course her large squirrel tail and her ever faithful companion Tippy Toe. “Your hair has gotten longer?” If he was observant, which he was, he would have noticed a faint blush dusting her cheeks “oh yeah, well things had gotten busy with college, stopping evil bad guys from destroying the planet and babysitting for the others I haven’t had much time to schedule a cut, but Nancy said that my hair looks nice but I don’t know it’s not very practical to be fighting crime with long hair” he had to stop himself from chuckling as she tended to ramble on but he found it endearing “Your friend Nancy is right it does look nice longer, but it’s your hair so your choice” she gave him one of her winning smiles that tended to showcase her buck teeth which honestly most wouldn’t have noticed until being told.

“Now, enough of the pleasantries, why are you here Belka? Because now is not a good time” he deadpanned to you, being slightly meaner to get her to leave, Squirrel girl shared a look with Tippy Toe who sat on her shoulder “well Calypso sent me a message saying that you might need to see a friendly face,” he glared at her “,okay it sounded like you needed to see a friendly face,” he continues to glare “,okay she really said that you were being an unstable psychopath and that if I wanted to keep my tail I should leave you alone” he was slightly offended by the implication that he would hunt Squirrel girl for her tail, not like he had imagined trying to hunt her down before with a very different ending “and here you are, why?” He repeats, he didn’t need to know how she knew he was there he was sure the squirrels told her. “Well … why wouldn’t I come? It sounded like things went really dark with Caly and I came to make sure you were alright and that you can talk to me” “right because that’s your whole thing talking to villains like me and then everything is sunshine and rainbows” he said mocking her as he walked by her but she was anything if persistent and so it didn’t take long for him to hear her following.

“Well sometimes it really does help to talk, it’s called healthy communication not that you would know anything about that, and furthermore I don’t just talk I can kick butt you aren’t the only one with super strength and lastly,” she rushed to stand in front of him making him stop up close to her and stare her down as she stared up “, lastly you aren’t a villain” he couldn’t stop the absolute drenched sound of his laughter at her words but she started back face unchanged “Belka I truly don’t understand you at all if I’m not a villain as you say then pray tell what am I?” He was genuinely curious “you’re an Anti-Villan” she answered him back confidently. “What the fuck is an Anti- villian? That sounds stupid” he says walking away but she didn’t let me get far as she jumped onto his back, her tail wrapping around his stomach to keep her balance as she moved to sit on his shoulders. He doesn’t react as he is used to her climbing him, “well you clearly aren’t a hero but Sergei you do very bad things to bad people which it is what deadpool does but he’s more an anti-hero but you don’t see yourself as a hero so anti-villian it is'' he couldn’t really argue with her logic, that was the problem as she was really good at debating, so there they both were walking together peacefully and quietly until Squirrel girl started humming her own theme song while gently taking her claws through his hair. “Have you gotten anyone to sing it for you yet?” “Weelll deadpool seemed interested but then he started writing his own bits and things got so weird so fast so no I’ll just continue to sing it while I’m kicking bad guy butts” this time he let out a chuckle, yeah things were much better with them as friends “hey Sergei?” “What Belka?” “Are you gonna take me to your Kra-van?” She giggles and he groans “I will drop you on your head” her giggles turn to laughter “no you wouldn’t you love me too much” yeah, he thought to himself, yeah I do.

#queen-mischief-fanfiction #kraven the hunter #aaron taylor johnson #Kraven X Squirrel Girl #Kraven the hunter fanfic

[candyheartedchy]

I can imagine the mischief, 628 and Stitch would get into. Like bowling themselves into the items they found in the house. That would drive Nani and Pleakley nuts! 😂

LOL! I like the idea of my sona (who I’m now naming Calypso) dynamic with Stitch is ‘the younger sibling who’s taller then their older sibling’ dynamic and Stitch drags her into trouble constantly to get even with her because of it haha!! But yes, they’re always getting into mischief!

#they’re both also addicted to coffee while stitch gets hyper after drinking it calypso get panicky #💌 letters 💌 #kbluetoons

[piratesgiftexchange]

for @wurderer, by @lun4r-m055

the prompt was "Calypso is a goddess, and stories of gods tend to be truly terrifying. I’d love to see her living up to how terrifying the sea can be"

I like the idea of Calypso having a more "godlike" appearance that differs from her human form more than just being taller. The prompt was really great but I gotta admit I originally planned something bigger but artblock kicked my butt, so I reconsidered to a general idea of what I think that could look like!!

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #calypso #fanart #round 3

[chaotic--pixie]

ch.2 Dinner (TommyxOC)

Danny pulled Juna up the stairs as they tried to hold in their giggles, failing by the time they reached the second story. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Benji so red, you shouldn’t tease him so much.” she turned to her friend as they walked to her bedroom. “Well perhaps he should do something about it then.” the dark skinned girl smiled at her, her grin cat-like as it curled up in the corners. They walked into Danny’s bedroom and she headed straight for her dresser, “If you’re interested in him, why not just say so?” she called over her shoulder as she shuffled through her drawer looking for a new pair of stockings as hers had gotten muddy. “I am saying so.” came Juna’s reply from her position stretched across the bed “And I want him to make the next move.” Danny chuckled and shook her head at her friend as she righted herself and brushed out her tangled hair “Fair enough, come on we should join everyone.” Juna leaped up from the bed and walked towards the door, “Yeah, I’d quite like to get another look at those Shelby boys.” Danny followed her from the room nodding, she thought back to one of the men her father had introduced downstairs. Thomas had been his name and he was one handsomest man Danny had ever met. Taller than her and a well-built frame, he had a shape jaw and eyes that were the same color as the sky she loved to watch so much “They certainly are a good looking bunch.” she replied. Juna agreed, leaning towards her ear as they came down the stairs “That first one your da introduced, Thomas, seemed to have a bit of a staring problem.” she whispered to Danny a feline grin appearing on her face again. Danny snorted “He was probably wondering why I had mud on my legs and my hair everywhere.” They came to the dining room entrance before Juna could respond. Walking in and taking their seats as dinner was set out, Danny realized she was directly across from Thomas Shelby himself.

She averted her gaze quickly, looking to her father, “So father has Calypso returned” she asked, striking a conversation. “No, not yet” he answered “She still has another week or so left on her trip.” Polly looked over from the quiet conversation she was having with John, “Oh is Calypso your other daughter?”  she asked Calvin. The man turned his dark eyes to her and sent a smile “No no” he said jovially “Calypso is one of my ships. She ran some cargo to America and is to be back soon.” Danny nodded next to him “She’s a beauty and the fastest we own, I named her after a sea Goddess.” she chimed in happily. Several pairs of eyes looked at the young woman,  “A pretty name. Are you very involved in your father’s business?”  Polly asked, taking a drink from her glass. Danny shook her head “No, I’m more interested in the ships than the business truthfully. Jesper however helps with the books, he’s amazing with numbers.” she turned to her friend hoping to move some of the stares away from herself. Jesper looked up from his plate, having been far more interested in shoveling food into his mouth than whatever chatter was going on around him. He wiped his hand across his mouth, the rings on his slender fingers catching light. “Indeed I’m very good.” he cleared his throat, “But numbers are boring to talk about. Instead why don’t I regale you with the story of 2 young ladies and a perfectly timed-.” Calvin startled from the head of the table “Jesper not at dinner!” A chorus of laughter sounded round the room, Juna shook her head at her brother's antics while Ben rested his forehead against his palm. “It’s very improper to talk about those things in front of women.” muttered the hazel eyed man in exasperation. Arthur thrusted his glass toward Jesper with a wide grin on his face “I say we save that story for a round at the pub, eh!” exclaimed the man, already taking a liking to the romani. “Be our pleasure to buy you a drink” John added, agreeing with his oldest brother. Jesper raised his own cup with a smirk and promise to meet another time. Juna looked past her own sibling to Danny, hoping to get back onto safer topics, “Is there a reason you’re so excited for Calypso’s return?” Danny swallowed her food and nodded, “Yes, I’ve got a package coming from America that I’m very eager to get.” Thomas spoke up for the first time since the dinner had started, “What kinda package?” he asked in a gruff voice.  The black haired girl turned to him, getting caught in his blue eyes, “It’s a telescope” she breathed, suddenly feeling very nervous.

 Tommy stared at her and picked up his glass, “Mmm ships and stars, ey. Those are interesting hobbies.” He watched her eyes narrow as she sat down the silverware she’d been using. “They are indeed Mr. Shelby, especially astronomy. Stars hold a lot of knowledge you know.” she said matter-of-factly. “Oh, do they?” He asked, suppressing a grin at her huff of indignation. “Yes! For centuries they’ve been used for navigation and agriculture, they can sometimes be used to predict upcoming weather. And dozens of cultures use them to tell stories and record events. They are fascinating to study.” Her tone left no room for disagreement. Tommy raised his brow, leaning back in his chair, “I’ll take your word for it.” The statement seemed to annoy her more, and he couldn’t help the enjoyment he got from it. He watched as she lifted her cup to her lips, taking a long drink, “What are your interests than Mr. Shelby.” she asked, trying to regain her calm composure. “Horses. I like horses, Miss Hayes and call me Tommy.” He smiles at her, taking a sip of the whisky in his hand. Her green eyes widen slightly, mild surprise flashes through them. He enjoys that too. “Oh... and do you own any yourself?” she looks down, away from his gaze, to pick at her food. “Just the one for now.” Tommy answers, running his thumb over his bottom lip “Perhaps you could come watch im race one day.”

 Danika shot her eyes up to the man across from her, wondering if he was making the kind of offer she thought he was. Before she could reply though her father beat her to it. “A kind offer Thomas, but I’ve tried getting Danny to come to the races for years and she’s never up for it.” the man laughed. She was cut off again when Polly piped in from her seat “You can hardly blame her, all the noise and crowds. I prefer going to the pictures myself.” she turned to John again asking about some cowboy movie he’d seen. The conversation around the table moved on as everyone discussed the films they’d seen. Danny tried to involve herself in it as much as possible but she couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on her through the rest of dinner. 

Once everyone had finished eating and their plates were cleared away the chatter began to die down. Full stomachs and a long day had made everyone ready to retire for the evening. Calvin stood from the table first smiling at the others “It’s been a delightful evening with you all, Shelbys I’m glad we were able to come to an agreement.” Everyone else stood up from their seats, Tommy turned to Calvin and extended his hand, “Likewise, we’ll come by your office soon.” They all began to file out of the dining room, walking to the front door. Danny followed behind them, like a good hostess and wished everyone a goodnight and safe trip. Her own friends stopped to give her a quick hug before saying goodnight and heading for their own homes. Juna pulled her in last, lingering to whisper in her ear, “I told you he had a staring problem.” she pulled away with a smirk and waved as she went out the door. The Shelbys followed after them bidding their own farewells. Her father made his way back to the parlor once they had all gone out the door. As Danny began to close it, Thomas stopped on the first step and turned to her, just enough to look in her eyes, “Goodnight Miss Hayes.” he said in a deep voice, and continued down the steps. Danny stood there watching him get into his car before she quickly shut the door and leaned her back to it. Standing there trying to catch her breath again she heard her father call from the parlor, “So Danny about those ‘things’ you were doing.” She chuckled as she removed herself from the door and walked down the hall to tell her father about her day. Pushing Thomas Shelby from her head. At least for the moment.

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fic #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #polly grey #arthur shelby #john shelby #tommy shelby fluff #tommy shelby x reader

[annaizscribbling]

Okay! I got one ask for Hestia content and that was an excellent choice, thank u shadow (@hyperfixated-homo ). I'm excited to talk about her!

For the uninformed, Hestia is Calypso's older sister! So the one who did not her fake her own death. More info should be in Calypso's tag. (#calypsokimm)

Hestia is similar to Calypso in appearance, with fiery red hair, smooth pale skin, and buttonish features. Though she's a bit taller than Calypso, at about 5'3, and has perfectly straight hair instead of curls. Hestia also has very clear blue eyes instead of Calypso's oddly colored ones.

Hestia is the eldest child, and the family fortune's heir. She's known for being icy in personality, rarely seen expressing any emotion at all. She's cold, formal, professional, dutiful. Hestia rarely reacts with anything but a calculated solution. Each word she speaks is careful and hollow of any warmth. She's not known to be empathetic, or to have any of her own opinions. She asks for little, and she can seemingly take on any task asked of her.

Her entire world revolves around her mother, of whom she bears significant likeness to.

Hestia was perfect, for her mother. She got perfect grades in school, was always entirely polished and dressed to her mother's exact specifications. She never used a word her mother wouldn't choose, she never associated with someone her mother wouldn't like. Hestia never flinched or spoke out of turn, she never resisting her mother's doting or micromanaging. She never asked for anything unnecessary to the goals set for her. Hestia never attempted to be anything besides what her mother desired. She learned and mastered any skill her mother wanted, memorized every book her mother loved, and was even willing to marry the man her mother chose.

Hestia was not a person. At least, not according to Calypso. Even when they were young, it was that way.

Calypso is not sure is Hestia is capable of caring, for her family, for her spouse, for her sister, even for herself. Hestia expresses no emotion, she does what she's told with a cold countenance.

Growing up together was difficult, to say the least. Hestia was not a merciful sibling, she did not create or even expose Calypso, but she offered little sympathy. Hestia received all the praise and adoration while Calypso was shunned and punished day in and day out. Hestia was known for simply watching, with dead eyes and her mouth set in a lifeless line. Like looking at a still warm corpse.

Hestia is supremely competent. Excellent in school and talented at whatever she did. She's graceful as a deer and as ruthless as a snake. No pain ever seemed to sway her. A young Calypso used to wonder if she really could bleed.

Though Calypso's judgment of Hestia is not entirely accurate. For as cunning as Calypso is, her biggest blind spot is Hestia. She despises her parents, she adores her boyfriend, cares deeply for her friends, and considers herself objective with them, but Hestia is far more complicated. There's a five year age gap between the two, so a severely mistreated Calypso looked to her sister, and was met with nothing but a cold gaze in return.

Though Calypso does not know everything. She does not know what happened in the five years before she was born, she does not know what happened behind closed doors. All she ever saw was her cold, cold sister, and her cruel parents who adored her every move.

Hestia was not treated well the first seven years of her life. Rigid standards, an explosive father, an unpredictable mother, and immense pressure even from toddlerhood. Calypso got neglect that turned into violence over the years, Hestia got extreme and irrational discipline from birth. She was the heir. She was their image. She was there for her mother to project on, she was there for her father to release his stress. She was there to anticipate their every need.

There were two severe medical emergencies that remained significant in Hestia's life. One took place before Calypso was born, the second happened when she was too young to recall.

The first was not quite an accident. Hestia was stumbling in front of guests, crying when she fell, fussy towards the end of long dinners and galas. She was struggling that whole week, despite her best efforts to remain stoic and graceful as they were, to her parents immense frustration, she was failing. Her mother screamed, her father strode forward, and Hestia slipped off the stairs. The injury led to a hospital stay.

The second occurred when Calypso was newlyborn, Hestia was clipped by the family car. Multiple bones were broken, and she suffered another concussion among other things. She was hospitalized for some time. Her parents covered it up and had her removed from the hospital sooner than recommended. She was not given permission to speak of either incidents afterwards, and was discreetly given pain medication to calm her in public.

She learned quickly, to focus on a single point until the rest went away, until the pain faded, until her parents relaxed enough for her to breathe properly again. She learned to survive but acting as emotionally distant towards herself as her parents. She raised her own standards as impossibly high as possible, even in private, even as young as she was.

Hestia learned to live in the middle of a completely disassociated state and a hyper aware one. She focuses outward and never inward. She notes each twitch and blink of every person in her sight, while simultaneously carving herself into a hollow shell. She was smart enough, determined enough, dutiful, enough. She had the will, she had the ability to silently grit her teeth and bear it.

Hestia would survive, even if it meant dulling her heart to nothing but an echo. She was willing to barely feel human.

Over twenty years later and she's not sure she's capable of love anymore. She's aware, she's entirely aware. She's aware of everything.

But what does she live for at that point? Not herself. Hestia is silent and aware. That is who she is, and that is what she'll be until the end. She will be what mother requires until the end of mother's life, and when her mother is gone, Hestia will act as her living shadow. That is her life plan, and she has nothing left of herself to wish for more.

Hestia knows that she was abused. She knows that Calypso was too, she is aware that she could have reached down far enough to care, and she knows she never tried to find it, she wonders if she still could have managed it back then. She felt nothing when her six year old bleeding sister looked to her, silently begging for support. She felt nothing when eight year old Calypso stared at her, challenging her, trying to rally support. She felt nothing when she noted the betrayal in her eleven year old sister's eyes.

She knows that she'll never be loved. Hestia knows that she is a terrifying version of what she could have been. She knows her ribs still pang in agony when she thinks too hard about hospitals. She knows she'll never have a real friend. She knows her mother is not stable, that she is codependent, that she is cruel. She knows that her father is unwell too, that he has repressed rage issues and is more stretched thin than healthy.

She knows that she herself is unwell.

Hestia knows that Calypso is probably happier than she will ever be. Hestia knows that Calypso was not in the same position as she was, and that her chances of holding onto hope were always going to be higher. She does not resent her for this, she is not capable, not then or now. Hestia doesn't resent the burned down home. It hardly mattered to her. But she knows what happened that night.

Hestia knows it all. That's her job. That's her talent.

Her humanity dried out years ago. Her heart is barren. Her smile is not real, it is an art.

Hestia is made of stone.

#hestiakimm #Calypsokimm #anais writes #it is very late but yeah #i feel like i should mention i have extremely bad insomnia #that probably explains a bunch #oc #original character #anais rambles

[3d10fire-damage]

Colors That Run Highlights 32

last one for the year. what a good year for dnd

For once, Slim slept in, and Kattie enlisted Valor to help with making breakfast for everyone. This began with Valor just staring at the stove, not brave enough to start the process. Eventually Kattie sent her into town to get groceries, which Valor accepted happily, as she loves to shop (and planned on getting gifts for the Christmas-esque holiday, Elies).

Meanwhile, Calypso supplemented her morning monk routine by sparring with Egg. She admitted defeat when Fea asked for her company during morning prayer, but Egg at least felt that it was an honorable duel. The gals’ conversation was... a little stilted and sour on Calypso’s part, but it broke the ice at least.

Once breakfast was ready, Eva woke up Slim, who drowned his sorrows in coffee before joining everyone in the dining room. Some conversation took place, notably that Eva planned to finish the teleportation circle in town, and Slim kept his eyes closed most of the time. Calypso commented that he looked like he was dead, and the two of them shared a good (natured) squint at each other.

After eating, Slim returned to bed while Eva showed Fea and Calypso her letter of acceptance from the Aegis Institute for her fast travel project. She then asked about their own magical abilities, which led to Calypso explaining that her goddess had made out with her in a dream, and that’s how she gained her spells. Eva asked Calypso to demonstrate, so Calypso used Toll the Dead on Fea, which didn’t do any actual damage.

After the three of them headed out, Kattie stuck around to tend to the garden, or rather, worry at the fact that she didn’t know how to (and didn’t realize that, with it being winter, it didn’t really need tending). Later on once Slim woke up, he and Kattie talked a bit while Slim began a whittling project.

Eva requested that Calypso and Fea bring her some bricks to help finish the teleportation circle. During their miniature journey Valor and Sven spotted them, but luckily avoided notice-- after all, can’t spoil the surprised of their Elies gifts. At the masonry place, Fea and Calypso debated a bit on getting garden decorations as gifts for their party members, and Fea decided to inflict give a nice garden gnome to Slim.

After purchasing the gnome and the bricks, the gals headed to another crafters’ guild so Calypso could pick out something for Slim. She asked the person at the counter for “a glass thing you can smoke out of” and then clarified she meant “the smaller, not bubbly one” when the clerk asked if she meant a bong. Calypso picked out a nice Guy Fieri black and red fiery-looking bowl for her old man. There was also some discussion of Calypso possibly visiting the Sparkling Edge, the maid cafe where Fea works, to see the place’s Elies festivities. 👀

With bricks in tow, Fea and Calypso returned to Eva, who used these cool spell cards to complete the circle. Fea tested to see if it worked, successfully teleporting the Institute and back simply by using the right command word. Then Calypso joined her for the second test, none too subtly planning to do something stupid on the voyage. They teleported back to AI, Calypso immediately mooned all who could see them, then Fea teleported them back in a flash.

But upon their return, something was... different. Somehow, Calypso and Fea had swapped bodies. Calypso was now much taller but saw things only by outlines and life-light, and couldn’t feel anything, really. And Fea was... alive. And could feel things and breathe. Eva left to investigate how to reverse this swap.

As this was happening, Valor finally returned to the cabin to stash her gifts. Kattie left to do her own shopping, and Slim finally arose from the dead to cook a whole bunch of pozole so they’d all have food for a while. Also, Liam stopped by and delivered a bunch of mail for the Breakfast Club, including letters and packages.

At one point Liam(?) passed the swapped gals and talked a little with them, unaware of their predicament. Calypso, through Fea’s “eyes” just Stared at Liam, focused on his life-light. Calypso also observed the little Fea has kept in her pocket this whole time, seeing all its sparkly possibilities of life. Fea continued to be overstimulated(TM) by being alive and oscillated from the fun of it to the anxiety of it. Oops.

About this time, Eva found the gals again and took them back to the teleportation circle. She made some adjustments to the runes, and once they repeated the teleportation, Fea and Calypso were back in their rightful bodies. With normality restored (or as close to it as a DND party can get), everyone gathered back at the cabin.

Valor, Calypso, and Fea started opening their mail. Calypso had received a letter from Andraya (which mentioned that Mama Red had named a drink after her!) as well as a little tail ornament. Zoroe had also sent her a book about religions, with the note “always stay curious.” Valor opened a lovely necklace, a little Bonsai (evergreen) tree, and a new collar for Sven. Calypso (after excitedly telling her about the drink named after her) read Fea’s letter to her. Fea received a sort of Rubik’s cube (with tangible symbols!) and a pink handkerchief from Elise and Heidi.

After dinner prep was done, Kattie opened her mail as well, receiving a jar of mushrooms (and a topaz) from Ethi and a book of Calamity hymns in Braille from Rae. Finally, something she can actually read. Slim followed suit and opened some packages from Maria, which contained a tin of cookies and a bracelet with a beads from every member of his family, including Teresa. Slim also received a ring from Casvir which was supposed to keep him warm at night.

During dinner, Eva prompted Calypso to talk about what happened to her and Fea. During the discussion Slim mentioned that he and Earl had experienced something similar in the past(?!).

Eva also got to asking about Fea’s “condition” as she did not know yet that Fea is (un)dead and headless. She was very eager to ask questions, being a curious intellectual, but Fea tabled the discussion for a later time.

Also, the party received a letter from Corrin, which Slim read aloud to everyone. The letter told of Corrin and Astrid going to Smoth for a bit, then traveling south to Gilsa to visit Kiersa. She had apparently had a baby, with a mermaid tail but the distinct Stonehammer nose. Not that Kiersa could remember Corrin, of course. Ouch. Corrin and Astrid then went to Harmonce and helped fight off a water elemental. That third nymph had in fact found her way to Corrin (wink wink nudge nudge). Corrin predicted they’d be staying in Harmonce for the foreseeable future, and that his offer to help out the Breakfast Club still stands.

In the following days, the group busied themselves with preparing gifts. More shopping and more crafting. At some point Calypso would’ve made a nice Blue Lagoon for Kattie. Even Eva was busy with some kind of project, which she was still working diligently on until the very morning of Elies.

Slim got up early to make holiday cookies. Not long after Kattie got up and started the many rounds of gift giving. She got customized bracelets for everyone (Calypso’s had a tiny chain on it, which she was a little iffy about, but attached it to her tail without issue). Kattie also offered some apples for Xio. Slim made a little plate and bowl set for Egg, and gave little wood carved trinkets to the rest of the group.

Fea gave various blown glass trinkets to everyone, including a single-bead necklace for Valor to complete the set there. Calypso gave Fea a plushie of a cat wearing a scarf, gave Kattie a kalimba, gave a piece of horn jewelry to Valor, and of course the bowl to Slim. Valor gave fancy things to everyone, including marbles for Fea, a crystal flute for Kattie, and a leather jacket with “The Breakfast Club” in a cool metal font stitched on the back for Calypso. Plus a tiny bow tie for Egg! Valor also gave Slim a new saddle for Xio, which she accepted like the diva she is. Slim went outside to see his garden gnome from Fea.

Once Eva was finally done with her preparations, she presented each member of the group with a single-use spell card made of thin stone, kinda like what she uses. Delayed Blast Fire Ball for Calypso, Etherealness for Fea, Tidal Wave for Kattie, Dimension Door for Slim, and Sleet Storm for Valor. Overall, it was a lovely little morning. 🥰

The next day, it was back to business. The group returned to Ana, still filling in for Thedda in her absence, to get the low down on available missions. The group agreed to take on an undead related mission in Smoth, which Fea seemed especially invested in, and planned on working their way there clockwise from Gilsa, so Eva could do her thing in other cities along the way. The party would check back in with Ana the next day though, to see if she had any other jobs for them to take as well.

i lov this lil family 🥺 here’s to another year of good games

#dnd #colors that run #long post

[adamsolangelofangirl]

short

Is leo really taller than calypso or is that just something people say because apparetly the girl needs to be shorter?

isnt leo like...5′2 or 5′4?

Then why is calypso so short in the caleo fanarts?

is she like canonically 5′2 or something? 

I refuse to believe that! 

Calypso is Taller than leo.

and I will NOT be taking creative critisism for this!

its just what it is

#caleo #leo x calypso #calypso #Leo Valdez #CALEO 4 EVER #calypso is taller #heights #pjo #hoo #toa #leo is short! #caleo is life

[persephoneist]

tithonus and eos

#conversely demeter and iasion #or calypso and odysseus bc shes def taller than him #txt

[deadangelos]

I have a question. Has the height chart changed/been updated? Because it seems to me like Leo is now shorter than Nico and idk if it's because Nico wears platformed shoes to appear taller because he's a tiny boy, if it's because their heights have actually changed, or if it's because of some other reason. I'm just confused. LOL.

((Leo is taller than Nico still! But only by an inch. Nico’s hair is just so poofy that it’s probably tripping you up by appearing to add height. But nah, the height chart hasn’t officially changed as of right now. I might do an updated version in the near future though!))

#Anonymous #ask #ooc #((He’d totally wear platform shoes though. fun fact my nico cosplay now has platform shoes)) #((but that's just because they're combat boots. i am short though and they give me like an extra inch and a half)) #((also they have skulls and bones on the bottoms)) #((but yeah i might do an upd8ed height chart soon)) #((ive been considering switching around Jason Frank and Percy - Percy at the shortest and Frank tallest)) #((or maybe just switch around Percy and Jason. And add on Calypso and maybe Hylla)) #((and also possibly Thalia. I mostly just wanna include Calypso and Hylla because they're so much taller than everybody else)) #((like i hc Calypso at like. 7ft at *least.* She's a titaness she TOL)) #((Hylla is queen of the amazons so ofc she's got to be literally BUILT LIKE AN AMAZON)) #((Drew is also among the tols but she's not Hylla or Calypso tol.)) #((She does wear heels though so maybe if she wears the right pair she could match em))

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

So! Tumblr user @quaranmine I have decided to take you up on your Spotify wrapped challenge but I can’t draw. So it’s a fic! I’m cheating at the challenge but it’s fine. Anyway, my top song was The Haunted Phonograph so, here we go!

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I curse the day I bought that phonograph for/You, my dear/For there are times I swear that it’s alive

“Hey man, are you ok?” Doc asked softly from the door to Ren’s Odditorium.

The man himself startled, looking up from the piece of moon rock he’d been starting at. “Oh, yeah dude! I’m alright. It’s just kinda cool a whole bit of the moon exploded our chicken coop, y’know?”

Doc hesitated. There was something about the light in Ren’s eyes that he didn’t like. “Are you sure? You’ve been in here a while.”

Ren just laughed it off and nodded. “You’re like my mom, Doc, geez. It’s fine. Promise.”

What else could he do? Doc just nodded and left to work on his own projects. He could only hope that he was being paranoid.

I chase at night the whispering from the music/Room so clear/But I’m mocked with silent scorn when I arrive

There are weird noises that come from the rock.

Doc had been half convinced it was some type of bomb at first, but now that it hadn’t exploded, that idea was gone.

For a few days, he tried to translate it to Morse code, but the sequence went by so quickly and smoothly that he gave up. Whatever the creepy moon rock wanted to say, he didn’t have to do it. He had real things to do.

Ren, however, fell in love with translating it. Or something. He claims there’s a faint whispering coming from it, and he’ll be able to decipher it. Just more time, he needs, and Doc is worried.

Ren has stopped responding as quickly when Doc checks on him. And he’s in the Odditorium more and more frequently. He doesn’t know what to do.

I try to play Caruso but the needle skips the/Grove/While calypso and Ravel keep coming back

“Hey, dude, could you keep the noise down? I can’t really hear.”

Doc obliged, turned the radio volume down. “I didn’t think I had it going that loud. Sorry if it was.”

Ren waved it off, shook his head. “No, no, you were fine. It’s just, I can’t hear what the moon rock is saying when there’s distractions, you know?”

Doc sighed. “Look, I don’t think your fixation on that thing is good for you. Why don’t you just help me go shopping for redstone stuff? Just for today.”

Ren shrugged and agreed, but Doc couldn’t help but notice how tense he was while they were away. The quick glanced he would toss in the direction of home. The way he practically ran to his Odditorium when they got home at sundown.

He tried, at least. He did something.

And there beside that damn machine, you lie/And never move/I’m cuckolded by metal and shellac

It was a couple weeks after this moon craze started that Doc noticed Ren wouldn’t come back for bed. At first he thought the man might just be going to bed late and waking up early, but there’s only so much you can deny it when he never sees the man inside the tiny RV they share.

So he stays up one night, just to see what he does.

And with a distant horror, he sees Ren building something by the Octo-bridge, dodging phantoms. Doc can’t tell what it is, sitting at the campfire, but it’s worrying that Ren has spent his nights doing this. As he watches, Ren seems to grow less and less afraid of the phantoms, just letting them swoop at him.

Doc feels slightly sick.

In the morning, he goes to check on what Ren had made. It was some iron pole, coming up from the ocean floor. It wasn’t taller than the bridge yet, so maybe that’s why Doc didn’t notice it before. Every so often there was a bit of gold or quartz, and it was a bit pretty but….why it was being built, was the question. What’s the purpose? Why is it worth Ren staying up all night, every night, and nearly getting swarmed to death by phantoms?

It has something to do with the moon, though.

It comes to me in dreams and it declares “I’m/Joan of Arc—/You can burn me but I’ve power from above!”

The spire grows. Despite Doc’s efforts to wrangle Ren into a bed and away from the moon, it grows. It branches off at seemingly random points, twisting up to the sky.

Doc’s started to dream of it himself. He stands on the Octo-Bridge staring at the thing, and staring at the moon. In the dream, the moon always says…something, and in the dream he can understand it and he knows to be afraid. But when he wakes up, he can’t remember.

He’s not going to look into it. One of them going moon-crazy is enough.

At one point, Doc gets desperate enough I try and get rid of the moon rock. He isn’t sure how, but he’s trying to leave the Odditorium with it when he’s stopped by Ren at the door. And Ren gets angrier than Doc has seen him get, ever. He tries to push past him, but when Ren tries to bite his arm, he just gives up and puts it back.

But I fear it’s not a dream and you’ll be/Swallowed in its darkness

When Ren builds at night, his eyes go white, Doc notices. And he moves like he’s sleepwalking.

Doc has taken to staying up just to keep an eye on him, make sure he isn’t hurting himself. He has to kill the occasional phantom, which Ren shouts at him for. Sometimes he has to just pick the man up and take him down to their treasure room, away from where the moon could touch him, to get a night of clarity from him. He uses it to get Ren to just sleep for once. He’s upset about it in the morning when he leaves, but it’s worth it.

Doc would keep Ren down there all the time if he could, but it doesn’t always work. And he doesn’t want to imprison the poor man.

One of these days, Doc fears, he won’t be able to get Ren back. He’ll wait too long or the moon’s influence will be stronger and Ren will just be gone.

He’s doing what he can. But with Ren now showing interest in this Mooner thing Mumbo has going on and the growing branches of the spire, he doesn’t know if it’s enough. Mentally, he makes a list of people who might know more than him. Might. He’s guessing.

It’s all he can do at this point.

It will one day speak your words for you, my love

#hermitcraft #the song is romantic but this is not ship #just what my song was #bless doc for those spooky ominous tweets or I’d never have an idea 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼