#octakahale

[blagam0nie]

I just wanted to say that I love you guys, whole octavian fandom. You make me smile, sometime laugh. And I wish that this art of our cinnamon rolls will make you happy.

OctaKahale is actually the sweetest ship I ever have

[shattered-glasswork]

Mike: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.

Octavian: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.

[intergalactic-garbage]

anyway, going insane about octavian and michael kahale again. michael was shown to be relieved and kind of sorry about octavian's (really fucked up) death. but if he kinda pitied the guy, why did he stay with him? how much did he really agree with octavian, and how much was just him staying loyal to the shell of a friend he once had? did he think he could save him? convince him to act a bit better? save the others from him?

[captainwaffles]

octakahale mood board

@pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid

[ask-octavian-the-augur]

Are you dating centorian Kahale?

Archie, 4th Cohort

"Yes 👍🏽"

[hellowonderworld]

booket for my sweety redraw with michael kahale bc im deciding how to draw him

edit: added an accompanying (ungrateful) octavian

[odysseus-crewmate-number38]

octakahale hcs. pleas. go

ah shoot i don’t rlly have a good read on their dynamic so these might be off aaaa

whenever octavian spouts out ideas on how to take down the greeks or like anyone he dislikes mike introjects with an idea that just consists of them going out on a date but octavian always just responds with ‘don’t be stupid michael that would never work!’ and continues ranting

octavian hogs the blankets and pillows

michael once used a hose set on jet spray on octavian after he hadn’t taken a bath in a week + he helped fix octavians hair after a stress haircut incident

these r all i can think of rn

[itsjustoctavianhere]

Pov: You’re Michael Kahale

It's funny on my planet

[zazzander]

"Kahale, stand guard!"

"As you wish. Centurion, do as you must."

"A good friend to the last."

"Goodbye, Octavian."

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

Octavian: Here’s some advice

Mike: I didn’t ask for any

Octavian: Too bad! I’m stuck here with my thoughts and you’re the only one who talks to me

[blagam0nie]

Tavi is doing his best to paint mike's nails, but his shaking hands make it messy. Luckly Michael doesn't care, he just enjoy the moment.

I just wonder why Tavi's shirt is so big 🤔

[shattered-glasswork]

(NonCanon version)

[intergalactic-garbage]

okay now imagine you're michael kahale, son of venus. imagine your dear friend and superior, octavian, whom you've spent countless patrols with, and whom you've strategized with in the war games, who's prevented the centurions from banishing you (by bringing up a loophole in ancient law), who you helped with cleaning apollo's temple many an evening, your dear friend octavian is not the boy you knew.

the spark in his eye isn't the same one you remember from his lectures about roman law. his skin is translucent, almost disappearing, as if a gust of wind that's too strong would just dissipate it like a layer of fog.

octavian, who you've trusted with things you haven't told anyone, not even your father back home. not that octavian gives off the vibes of the most trustworthy person in camp, far from it, but the way he looks at you when he thinks you don't notice... you feel like he won't tell. even if it were strategic.

and then again.... you do your laundry with his, because it's "less work", and he does your taxes for you, because he "understands it better", but when you've battled your fellow campers or the few monsters that made it to camp borders while you were patrolling together... the quiet moments of sitting on the steps of temple hill, resting against each other.. he must've known.

that it was more than that.

that you would've done that for him even if it weren't convenient.

but that's not him anymore. whatever you might've once thought was a boy who helped you clean your wounds, even though he hardly inherited any of his ancestor's medicinal talent, was gone. this was just a shell left by the hermit crab. and you thought the fiery spark in his eye would've eventually calmed, at least a bit, at least to a degree where he didn't make others cross. enough to serve but not to consume.

when you jokingly called him icarus, you didn't know the burning up skin of the boy you once cared for... you once.... you didn't know he'd command a civil war to be launched. and you watch him helplessly as he loses any resemblance to the blue-eyed fiesty little ferret.

and when it comes down to it, when it really comes down to it, you hold your hand back from reaching to stop the manubalista.

the savior of rome.

[itsjustoctavianhere]

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH MSKSKJSKSKSKSKSKS

Octavian's clothes were tied to the onager. He didn't seem well, acting like his jewrely wasn't in fire and trying to use the heavy and difficult weapon by himself. Michael opened his mouth to warn him.

'Don't warn him'

He looked to the son of Pluto and the other demigod that was near to him. He ended up not saying what he want.

'No, you said what you wanted'

- Are you certain, Octavian?

The situation didn't feel right.

- Yes, you fool! I will be remembered as the saviour of Rome. Now keep them away while I destroy Gaia!

But if Octavian launch the onager...

- Octavian, don't. - the other greek demigod pleaded - We can't allow you...

- Will - the Pluto ambassador interrupted him - we can't stop him.

Yes, you can. Michael could do that. He just needed to warn Octavian.

'No, the son of Pluto is right. You cannot do anything.'

- That's right, son of Pluto. You are helpless to stop me! It's my destiny! Kahale, stand guard!

- As you wish - Michael imposed himself between Octavian and the two Greeks. He felt like his body moved by his own, like he wasn't controling it.

'This is crazy. How could someone control your body?'

- Centurion, do what you must.

The words sounded fake getting out of his mouth.

- A good friend to the last.

'Yeah, you are a good friend. You are obeying him'

Yeah, Michael was a good friend. He was helping him with his destiny.

- Goodbye, Gaia. Goodbye, Jason Grace the traitor!!

Michael watched Octavial yeel himself to the sky. He weidly felt nothing.

- Goodbye, Octavian.

Somewhere he felt sadness inside him. But the voice in his head was overshadowing everything.

'Now go to the battle'

...

Octavian. He let Octavian kill himself. His friend. His best friend. He just stood there and did nothing. Michael fell in the ground and cried and sobbed and felt hurt like never before.

Octaviain.

[hellowonderworld]

some mikes i drew in the bookstore since my plane was delayed (so excuse the shitty lighting and angle of the photos)

a little guy, an omanjuu plushie ver, and my fav flavor of octahale. the word's say:

Mike to Octavian: Madly on loge since they first met

Octavian to Mike: Oblivious (painfully so)

Octavian extra arrow: Various other s/os