On one of the many misadventure the bad boys had while they were traveling jimmy was taken by a cyclops. Joel wanted to run in and send the cyclops back to Tartarus on the spot but grian didn’t feel like dying that day and thought that it would be a better idea for him to distract the cyclops. so it was decided when the cyclops was busy with grian joel could sneak past and grab jimmy so they could all leave without being maimed.
And So it began grian put on a dress and for the rest of the rescue mission told Joel to only refer to him as Ariana Griande (he didn’t need to do this)
The two separated joel snuck towards jimmy while Ariana Griande taunted the cyclops into following him somewhere else but unfortunately Ariana Griande ran into a wall literally
Fortunately there happened to be a hunter of Artemis nearby named Pearl. She helped the demigod by killing the cyclops that had cornered him. after the bad boys regrouped and things calmed down they got to talking she was a bit behind the times and didn’t get the reference so she tried to recruit Ariana Griande but when she found out the truth she backed off
they left on good terms and it was during this enlightening conversation that the bad boys found out why they were being hunted by monsters nobody else could see and that they were demigods
ok so i do have adhd but i feel as though this somehow transcends it. I just made a cup of tea 10 minutes ago. Im in a very small room. It has disappeared. I didnt leave the room. It just escaped. It is gone. It never was. Wheres my tea. It couldnt have gone anywhere and yet it has. Did i drink it and eat the cup and forget? Where is my tea. I miss her. This is fucked
Fun Fact of the Day: Chanukah is celebrated at night because, like all Jewish holidays, it begins at sundown. This is because the Hebrew calendar is a lunar calender (and isn’t that fun because this is a Pearlescent MOON blog?) Currently on the Hebrew calendar it is the month of Kislev in 5785.
Relativity Falls is showing up again and I'm here for it, but I'm sorry I just cannot believe that Mabel would cross dress for thirty years or steal Dipper's identity.
Like, I can imagine she'd try. But Mabel is more scatterbrained than Stan ever was. I feel like, over time, she'd just sort of forget.
One morning, she'd forget to touch up the big dipper birthmark, and everyone would assume it was fake as part of the Mystery Shack persona.
Next she grows her hair out again, because she gets into a groove repairing the portal and just forgets to trim it.
Eventually she forgets to wear a binder several days in a row, and no one mentions it! So she leaves it off because it's uncomfortable and such a hassle.
Over 20 years, she slowly drops the Mason identity and falls back into Mabel, so gradually she barely notices, and thanks to the Blind Eye no one else notices either.
Then one day, she looks in the mirror after a show and realizes all at once that she's utterly failed to keep up the facade, and no one cares.
I dunno about you, but that feels like delicious angst to me. It reminds her how utterly alone Dipper was out here. And imagine, someone who's kept their memories congratulates her on her "transition," and Mabel has to choke back a sob because (if you subscribe to the trans Dipper idea) it feels like she's spitting in her brother's face by basically undoing his transition.
Whether Dipper feels that way about it or not, Mabel would feel awful.
In brief, making Dipper and Mabel just copy the Stans' story verbatim is boring. Mix it up a little!
It's hard having such a strong interest in the weird. You try and fit it into every conversation because you just need to share it with someone else. That's how I was about amusement park rides.
Not in the normal way kids talk about rides, about how scary they are, or the fun in riding them, I liked picking them apart. How did each bend play into the ride's movement? What kind of track did they use? How did it operate? Were there any animatronics? What kind? What were the backup plans in case of failure?
Asking those kinds of questions doesn't make you a lot of friends in elementary school though. Even when you try and design your own rides with their racecar tracks and legos.
Adults didn't get it either. Why couldn't I have normal interests? Why don't you go play with the other kids instead of bugging me?
As I searched for new rides to dissect, I quickly decided if anyone in the world would get my interests would be the same man adding to the list with every new piece he crafted. Theodore Peterson, the engineer known around the world, an engineer raised from our very town.
I was obsessed. I had posters of his rides on my walls that I'd likely never get the chance to actually ride, I tried to imagine how he made his blueprints, and how he thought of his plans. By all accounts, I wanted to be Theodore Peterson. I'd tape paper mustaches to my face at school and copy his posture. It didn't help how little I fit in with others, if anything it made it worse, even my parents raised an eyebrow to my behavior. But I didn't care. He understood me. I knew it. And when I learned he'd be returning to Ravenbrooks to build an incredible amusement park for us? I practically fainted.
I remember getting home that night. I was still shaking. I was freezing from whatever that gunk was we'd hidden in. I needed a bath, and to scrub my tongue raw. But I couldn't yet, I was too angry. Even covered in god knows what and slightly singed from what I can only imagine was meant to be a lethal amount of electricity I barely avoided, I grabbed at my walls and tore.
I felt so betrayed. Sure most of the town had gained a slight hatred for Mr. Peterson after Lucy Yi died, but I defended him. I believed it was just a tragic accident. There's no way a person could really be so awful right?
Sure the first time I met him wasn't perfect, he was weirder in person in a way that had seemed almost scary. But- that's just because I was younger, right? A lot of adults seem scary when you're little.
Every excuse I could think of was spent on this man, so desperately clinging, even this morning to the idea that he couldn't really be evil. He couldn't have kidnapped Nicky, not my hero, not the man who built a roller coaster into his house.
My vision went blurry with tears. How could he do this? How could he be such a monster? How could I have fallen for his facade?
And what did such an imaginative man do to my friend?
So will Pink connie still age or is she gonna be immortal now?
Ironically someone in my discord server was curious how Older Connie would look! So I drew this and now with this ask, LOL might as well show this rough sketch idea.
Honestly, she would age at the same rate as steven but slowly taper off around 25ish body type before her appearance doesn’t change much. Just because she is Revived does not make them immortal, you can’t revive something that’s already “dead”. yes, they have regeneration but another fatal severe wound would make it where stevens tears/spit can’t do anything. Why? well because it already worked once, Yes, shes Immortal age-wise but if she dies again I would think something that has been revived once can’t be brought back again. tho this is just a headcanon and how I think the powers would work. like for me Regeneration will leave scarring. stuff like that.another thing, i’ll share,
Adult disarmed is an even six-foot, and Connie is a nice 5ft 4
