Dakotas Kool-aid Is Probably Really Gritty. Like Sandy.

Dakota’s kool-aid is probably really gritty. Like sandy.

This is totally just from my experience but I’ve poured a sugar packet, not mixed it and drank the drink and it was just random sugar grains.

We never hear that Dakota mixes it in. We know that he pours like five packets of the thing into his kool-aid. It has the consistency of wet sand.

less discourse about whether the roman campers are child soldiers more discourse about how reyna/jason/percy/frank consistently tried to topple the democratic process of camp jupiter

Octavian doodle- Octavian doodle-

Did the style that I did for the other doodles because it fit a more laidback doodle thing like this, I forgot his stuffed animal belt and the dagger but :[

Anyway this is totally me stalling reading something because I’m nervous (I probably will in a few minutes when I calm down lol-) but it’s really cold where I live at the moment (our low temp for today is freaking 7 degrees) and I wanted to draw some Octavian reflecting that (had a quiz and drew a Octavian with earmuffs saying it was too cold for this-)

Anyway it’s not proportionate and whatever but it makes me giggle to look at :]

ALSO! Working more on the Ranking post! It’s a slow process but I get work in when I can, today when I get home I will be working on the actual historical research part and then I’ll blend that with the canon, my own head-canons, and trying to make it all semi-reasonable. Though no promises :]

Waiting for the part of the show when Annabeth and Grover say the most wild inside joke ever and Percy is left confused because I want more Annabeth and Grover acknowledging the bond they’d have from traveling all those years ago.

*Bonus; Annabeth calming down and slowly and somberly saying something about Thalia liking the joke because from my read on the show Annabeth is pushed in a more idolizing Thalia angle from what I’ve interpreted so far.

This post was hard to write because I have a cat named Granger and kept wanting to correct Grover to it. Sadly I don’t have any creative flows going on at the moment so no big posts that I can say will happen (though I am working on some art👀…)

Anyway might finally get around to reading the Aeneid because I’m getting to the final sprint for TSoA and my tolerance for it is slowly chipping off. I love it it’s great, but the me inside of me that likes the classical epic can’t help but sit there and go, “Why is Patroclus a tiny little babygirl? I thought that was ________’s job? Patroclus was not this afraid of battle why have we babygirled him in the bad way??” That is just my read on it but from what I remember generally Patroclus was a silly little guy that could most certainly hold his own and was effective in battle (I know it’s just for the story but I can’t do many mythological re-telling/ anything that moves in line with varying mythologies, PJO hit the sweet spot for me, while things like a thousand steps into the night I generally didn’t find too wild, though it’s mythos I’m not familiar with. But stuff like TsoA or the loose stuff marvel does completely turns me away *other than moon knight I love moon knight*) and blah,blah, blah something about boxing I might post a draft I made about Palamedes.

Also on the topic of TSoA it’s the only book that I accidentally read hoarse as horse.

Octavian and Michael quest where Venus lost her girdle.

This is totally random but I wanna write it specifically because I wanna write tiny little baby 13-year-old Michael and Octavian sit there and have to get to like, Santa Barbara and pick it up from like Artemis because she had one of her hunters bag it because she lost in Uno against her or something.

Super stupid example but I needed something really quickly and I dunno. Feels like a thing Artemis would do to her Aunt(?) in Pjo canon I think its like her Great-Aunt.

That example obviously has massive repercussions to the Hunters and their knowledge of both camps and whatever. And like Octavian and Michael having to somehow retrieve it without being like turned into a dog or something I don’t know!

Anyway probably expect a like skeleton of that potential story soon once I figure out what their doing.

(Except for the prophecy. I can’t make prophecies, I’m worse than Pjo Apollo at trying to poem myself so that will… have to be figured out.)

For reference that’s the distance between Berkeley (I think that’s where Camp is) and Santa Barbra. Though I might move it to being in Santa Cruz so I can make stupid Disney shenanigans.

Also this entire concept is totally subject to change but I just wanna write what Octavian and Michael’s quest was but I also wanted it to be very like. Not super duper serious? Sure the Girdle is a very powerful thing but I didn’t want it to be like on the brink of war whatever,

Honestly how it’s going down in my head is like, two sisters arguing about clothes swapping but instead it’s like, “JUNOOOO! Where is my girdle??” Haha silly Iliad reference and then like Juno does the whole “I don’t know Venus have you blah blah blah” and then Like you get the idea.

Canon.

Genuinely wondering if the camp Jupiter legionnaires get paid.