Alright Orange and Navel headcanons [that will totally might give me away if I ever post the fics where these ideas spouted from (I was planning on posting them anonymously if I ever finish them)] in order of creation.
Navel likes lacquerware. I know that's vague/broad but I'm thinking he also likes to compare how differently/similarly they end up based on location creation, I think there are certain designs he's more drawn to than others but he likes to look at them in general.
Orange is an owl kid. You know the ones. Sees an owl toy or owl decoration on something and is like I want that one. Additionally, I think he probably can identify a lot of owls too. (is this because he's studying more now or has he always been able to? I dunno, stop asking me questions.)
Navel is an astronomy(but mostly stars)kid. How many constellations does he know? Inquiring minds would like to know.
Orange has a sweet tooth. I mean if Zafra has the spiciest spices but also the sweetest candy there's probably two type of people: Spice cravers and Sweet tooth havers and Orange is definitely a sweet tooth haver in my humble opinion. (Ah which means the others are too. uhm well, I'll say Citron seems to have a lean towards spices, I feel Navel would too. and Tangerine probs has a lean towards sweets.)
That's what I have so far. Also sidenote, before all of this, I figured that between Navel and Orange, Navel is more... of an "!" if that makes sense, like more outgoing-ish, more excitable, more warm, none of those words seem quite right but somewhere in that ballpark. And seeing them in the recent Spotlight event sorta further confirmed that for me.
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process of drawing an OC:
- you design them
- you get attached to them
- their hair gets bigger without you realizing it
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ok fine maybe i DID come back wrong. what are you going to do about it. kill me? put me back in the ground? after all this effort? all this pain and suffering only to find out bringing me back wasn't worth it after all? you worked so hard. are you going to waste all of that just because im not what you wanted? just because i belong only to myself? are you going to let me pick out my own coffin
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going to chb must be crazy like imagine sharing a camp with
-one of the strongest demigods ever who's saved the world like at least 3 times, fought multiple gods & titans and WON (and is a tartarus survivor)
-the literal main architect of OLYMPUS who's also saved the world multiple times (also tartarus survivor)
-THE lord of the wild who's also close friends with the first two (and has helped save the world multiple times)
-an emo kid from the 1930s who again helped save the world and is also a tartarus survivor (TWICE)
-a son of apollo who survived tartarus with nothing but cargo shorts and sheer will (pun intended)
-the main designer and builder for the argo II, also the first hephaestus kid to have fire powers since hundreds of years ago (did i mention killed gaea? no? yeah he did that too)
-a girl who somehow charmspeak-ed gaea into falling back asleep (also side note daughter of super famous actor because why not)
-pretty much everybody is a two-time war veteran
-THE GOD APOLLO who just sometimes comes down to visit in the form of a teenage boy
-did i mention dionysus, god of wine madness and theatre
-also chiron, trainer of pretty much every greek hero ever
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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