Little Bites Chocolate Muffins

Little bites chocolate muffins 😭

Me and my friend got callbacks and we might end up being Lumire and Cogsworth B] but we get Cast list soon so fingers crossed!!

Anyway I’m gonna work on Ranking stuff right now. Literally just have to finish something and then the post will begin to be physically drafted, but for now I wanna talk about some of the (massive-) changes I’m making for the sake of being excited and getting to talk about Rome in some way,

Praetors are being swapped out. They’ll be a part of New Rome’s government (that I might go off of but that’s a different thing) but are being replaced by a ‘senior officers’ class. Not exactly senior officers, they’re elected and other stuff that I’ll explain. But yeah, generally making things a bit more complex and election drama and that stuff.

I say I’m making it complex but really it still is the ‘Senior Officer, Senator, Centurion, Legionnaire+’ pyramid. Just with some extra spots to account for the fact that Camp might be a bit bigger in my re-imagining? Much more bustling (*not to mention a lot of minor Gods probably subtly guide their kids there for various reasons but that’s a different idea I haven’t thought much over*)

The Centurion role list will probably look very long because of the 4 titles but it literally boils down to ‘Centurion. These Centurions have a different tilte. Blah blah blah’

More legionnaire roles!! I’m gonna go on a rant over Optio’s (Optiones? Optii? Idk) because it’s my favorite position in the Roman military and because I find them interesting and a good way to build characters n’ stuff. But yeah, not lots but more legionnaire roles (I think like 2 or 3? We’ll see but I’m 100% omitting some roles)

I’ll be transparent. I’ve only thought about how this may affect plot surface level. I am not the plot guy or the writing guy. I just like myself ten buckets of worldbuilding, but I’ll probably go over what I think this changes for characters. Probably.

Okay thats really it I think. Another note is that my research probably isn’t that in depth, I have a lot of things to do and therefore I try my best but I obviously won’t be like a million % accurate or correct or whatever. And this is all for my Re: imagined! It’s just my headcanons for how I want to think of my Re-imagining of Camp and HoO. The extra roles and how I see SoN in my Re:imagining add to what I want Camps suffocating regimented atmosphere that Percy has to experience to be.

Can we pretty please talk about how no matter which character's pov it is, the first time we see them meet Octavian he's always described as tall. Percy described Jason (6'0) as a couple of inces taller than himself, but for Octavian he didn't bother making a comparison, he just said "Tall" so now I'm imagining Octavian to be Tall tall. Taller than everyone. Like, almost 7'0 tall, of not exactly 7'0. Like.

But also he's tall and skinny and weird.

And Jason is kinda upset that Octavian is taller than him and he tries to make himself look taller when standing beside Octavian and they end up fighting about it kinda toddlers.

Reyna is the only adult person here and she told me to tell you to send help.

Do you have an account on TV Tropes?

I don’t lol

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.

The Octavian and Michael Quest; Story Snippet

Hahaha I’ve done it. I’m finally going mad, anyways after staring longingly at the Converse wedge high tops vowing to one day add them to my collection (and for some reason way more publicity on the post) I’ve decided that I’m making a like teaser for the Octavian-Michael fanfic I talked about all those weeks ago. Also I’m really bored this mid-winter break and I’m a mediocre narrative writer soo uh

Also if my google docs yell at me one more time because apparently the way I spell something is the British English way I’m going to scream. I’m sorry but it’s travelled. Anyways, I’d like to say again in no way am I an author nor do I think I write stories particularly well. There’s probably a reason why most of my big posts are formatted the way they are,

Also sorry no Michael in the sneak peak/ first bit I wrote, this is just the like. Set up? It’s mean to be short and sweet, enjoy! (also this isn’t proofread I’m so sorry),

I should’ve just chosen to use dice or birds primarily, Octavian thought as he pulled his dagger through another stuffed animal. It stung a bit, partially from the repeated weight of taking the golden blade through fabrics and partially because he had to. The dove between his hands looked pleading with its plastic eyes, the same sound of threads ripping apart while stuffing piled out. It caught in his ears again, the ringing that came before the voices. The same feeling of hair standing on end that Jason described when lightning was about to strike, and that’s when it began,

“Great strife shall befall the legion,” He had heard this voice before, the mixed harmony of several Gods murmuring before one truly broke through. It took awhile to get used to, his ears still rang after most of the Auguries, and Octavian could barely hear his own voice murmur in reply,

“What’s going on?” it felt odd to ask, Octavian’s own voice sounding desperate and panicked, though usually his tone reflected those of the Gods. The world around grew blurry while the harmony thinned out to one single melodious voice, humming in his ears, Venus, something in his mind decided,

“[the super duper cool prophecy that will be there at some point I pinky Promise]”

The world spun some more, and once Octavian’s vision settled the stuffed dove and his dagger had been dropped to the altar, his brows furrowed and breath a bit frantic while he tried to make some sense of what was just delivered to him. A prophecy. An actual prophecy. Octavian tenderly picked up the stuffed dove and dagger again, first giving the poor thing an apology and sewing it back up, gently holding it while he exited the Augurculanum. The blinding rays of the sun beat down on his eyes while Octavian made the run to the Principa from ground zero. His hand tightened around the dove, which was decidedly now named Beatrice. His boots crunched against the gravel roads that wound between most of the buildings. He opted not to walk on the main Via Principa; there would;ve been too many legionnaires walking back from the fields of Mars anyway.

Finally reaching the Principa was always a relief. It was great having most of the buildings Octavian had to go to in the Porta Praetoria; It meant everything was in arms reach. But also subsequently meant that heading to the Principa took longer and always felt more daunting (not to mention the Principa itself always felt impossibly big). Octavian rushed up the few steps and into the door, walking through the big halls and passing several doors and legionnaires before finally slipping into the main office. His eyes travelled to the Praetors; who snapped up once they realized he was there. Marcus spoke up first, already concerned,

“What happend?”

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That’s it! Uh, I didn’t want to type up a giant thing so there’s the short and sweet version. It’s also a draft partially? It’s my first time writing this little section. I also tried to keep it from being like.. super ahdiajfbsj like how I usually write things. Also the actual one will probably be first person because that means I can do my super fun parenthesis bits in character and that makes me happy.

Anyway goodnight internet.