Jackson Edenborough Blackburn

Honorary Child of Aphrodite (Actual Child of Apollo)

[jacksoneblackburn]

Wassup? I'm Jacks(on)

☀️Child of Apollo☀️

🎀Honorary child of Aphrodite🎀

Anyways, just came to Camp Half-Blood for the sillies. I am 16 (turning 17 WOOO), and am running a SFW BLOG.

❌❌NO NSFW ALLOWED. ANON POSTED, OR ANYTHING REQUESTED THAT'S NSFW WILL CAUSE YOU TO GET IMMEDIATELY BLOCKED. ❌❌

Pronouns: They/Them (or any)

Interests: Nature, playing with people, painting, singing, writing, matchmaking (I'm surprisingly good at it and how I became an honorary Aphrodite cabin member), and spending time with my cabin and friends :)

DNI: If your profile has NSFW, proshipping related to NSFW, Anti-LGBTQ+, racial profiling, or anything like that, then it's best to kindly get the Hades away from my blog.

I will rp with anyone if they want to. You'll mostly find me in my cabin or in the infirmary. Either way, use the "Need fixin' up?" button at the top of my blog to ask any questions.

🌤️Interested in: rping with injured campers, relationship troubles between campers, and just general talking between campers.🌤️

🌻Anyways, thanks for reading my introduction, and I'm excited to join Camp Half-Blood!🌻

Also, go follow my Nico rp/main blog: ( @ghostkingdiangelo429 )

[jacksoneblackburn]

New Lightning Family Character(s) ;)

INTRODUCING:

(pause for dramatic effect)

PINE CONE!! Embodiment of the Forest and a sheep in wolf's clothing, Pine and Cone embody the representation of the nice side (pine) like baby deers and cute wolf bebes, and the utterly terrifying eldritch horror survival aspect that if you don't stop moving, you're as good as dead as that caracass you found a few meters back, mauled by something three tomes your size! (cone)

They are one person, and technically classify as a werewolf :p

Pine^^^

Cone:

[jacksoneblackburn]

JACKSON WHERE DID YOU PUT MY OTHER GLASSES CASE???

(Also if it wasn't you, please tell the Stoll twins I'm gonna kill them. Ty)

(@fuckin-awesome-shadow-lady aka Emeline)

Aye Aye 😎 (pun intended)

I think I saw them at the with Graham from the Hermes cabin (it was definitely the stoll twins)

[jacksoneblackburn]

Demigod With A Hundred Names part 4, bc im bored

Chapter 4:

Do Oracles Usually Do This?

Hi, yes, I know.

It's been a while since I've logged in my demigod diary that Chiron makes us use. But, to be completely fair, after the trip to the Oracle (Rachel Dare, aka pookie, aka Red), I completely lost my ability to glow in the dark.

'How?', you may be finding yourself asking, and in response I shall tell you a story.

Once upon a- ugh, what am I? A Disney princess? Anyways, after we sat down with Red (Rachel's initials, and my nickname for her), and she gave us stale crackers and warm iced tea; something she really needed to invest in with her parent's money should be a full-sized refrigerator, and not the one the camp gives the cabins. Anyways, she looked uncomfortable.

I noticed her walls were painted white, instead of her usual murals of prophetic dreams and visions, on the dark cave walls.

"Rough few days," Rachel sighed. "Haven't been having any visions or anymore. It sucks, because I was finally getting used to the snake hissing occasionally." She sounded very dejected at the fact she couldn't hear the occasional hiss of a serpent. I, personally, would look for the snake and put it in terrarium to observe (and maybe make antivenom if it was poisonous. But, alas, I could barely even remember where penicillin came from.).

"And you'd thought that having a blank canvas would get the brain juices flowin'?" Leo chimed in, his hands in his pockets, more than likely to look for mints. "Y'know, primer and stuff like that."

Rachel looked at him, confused, and rightly so.

"What?- No-" Rachel was staring at him like he just said 2+2= rubber, or something like that, which wouldn't be too far off for Leo. "Well, you're right about the 'blank canvas' thing, but the primer? Where in Hades did you get that from?"

Leo shrugged. Rachel looked at me, and I followed his example. She sighed.

"Anyways, Jacks said you could help us with a situation." Tyler chimed in. "Considering you can't do anything prophetic right now- no offense- we might just leave-"

From the back of the cave, we heard a laugh from Connor Stoll and Katie. Connor threw a spider and our friend. Typical. I rolled my eyes and refocused the conversation.

"Tie-dye, just because Red doesn't have any prophecy blessings, doesn't mean she can't help us... Right?" I added in.

Rachel nodded. "I helped Percy out at the Battle of Manhattan, right? Why can't I help another hero out again?" Rachel beamed. I've never seen her so excited to go out on the field again. Man, etiquette school really does stuff to you (long story).

"Okay, so recently, because of a certain problem called 'Lester Papadopoulos,' my magical abilities have been on the fritz." I said while trying to make my fingers glow in the well-dimmed cave. Sadly, I just made the area around my hands darker. "We were hoping you could help with that, at least."

I then told her the story, Nico, Leo and Tyler adding on to parts I didn't quite catch because I was horrified at my parentage randomly changing. After the story was finished, I let out a long sigh. "So, that's about it."

Red nodded, a double-finger gun pushing up on her nose and lips; an attentive pose, used in pop culture media to show a character was intently listen and considering options (though most times, the character[s] had already made their mind up about the decision. So glad my magical ability to describe and explain stuff wasn't taken away. Pretend I rolled my eyes while I said that.).

"I see..." The oracle finally said. Then shrugged. "I dunno man, this seems outta my expertise. I think Annabeth is more suited for this kinda stuff. She's over at the Big House right now, I'm pretty sure. She should understand what's happening to you more than I do."

I sighed, and chewed on a stale cracker from the small, sad coffee table. I reluctantly coughed on the dry cracker in my mouth, and I managed to choke it down with the warm Arizona Green Tea (not sponsored, by the way). "Thank anyways, Red. Always a good time- CONNOR STOLL, BACK AWAY FROM THAT SPIDER, IT IS DANGEROUS." I shouted to the lone twin who was trying to lick the Arizona Red-haired Tarantula. A dejected 'aww...' could be heard shortly after from the back of the cave.

We all headed out, after thanking Rachel, and headed to the Big House. On the way there, I felt more spiritually attuned. Not to myself, but to the environment around me. How does Nico deal with this all the time?! It's so weird. And even worse, I felt more attracted to the shadows than normal, which, no thank you, I've dealt with more than enough times through my life(s).

I started to space out, and recall my time in the early to mid-1700s America. My mother, a woman from a 3rd generation family of Spaniards who moved to England, who's great grandfather was of Irish and German descent, was baking a pie for me in our small colony. This was before the war happened, by the way, and she was making a strawberry pie. The sweet aroma of the tart strawberries baking in the crust was delightful. I remembered myself eating the pie, and looking up at my mother who made it.

Except... I couldn't see her face anymore...

It was like the shadows that I had been enveloped in that defied space-time, seemingly started to envelope my memories.

I tried my best to remember her face. I couldn't.

As if, I, the person who can sing beautiful songs to make Dryads and flowers cry, heal any wound, and can manipulate the shadows, couldn't move this one... It hurt... Not physically, but emotionally. I felt the warm tears fall off of my neck and onto the orange shirt fabric that I was wearing.

I felt a warm hand touch my left shoulder, like a friend would, and the other person (who smelled like freshly mowed grass), firmly grasped the other. Each of them different, but still able to covey the same message: 'Are you okay?'

The answer was simple. But I couldn't tell them, not anyone. Not yet, at least. Not even Tyler as I snapped back to reality and the image of my mother was no longer reflected from my inward eye.

The answer?: No... No I was not...

[jacksoneblackburn]

Because I'm bored, here's chapter 3 just because I can :)

Chapter 3

Leo gives me life advice

I know, not the best thing to say after getting re-claimed by Hades. (is it claiming or did Hades just destroy my parentage? I'm not sure. This hasn't really happened to anyone... I think.)

Leo walked up to me, placing an arm around my shoulder. 'I think you might be a kid of Hades.'

I stared at him blankly. 'What the Hade- well, my... whatever he is- is that supposed to mean?'

'I mean you got claimed. Dipstick.'

'I know what you mean Leo, but how did I get claimed if Apollo is, technically, biologically my father?'

'You're asking me like I know how humans work,' Leo said with a look that said I'm more of a machine knower, not a human knower. 'Sure. I build things with sentient consciousnesses all the time- with the help of Pipes of course- but I'm better at robo-genetics, not homeo-genetics.'

I facepalmed. A nice, loud slap to the front of my forehead. I drug my hand down my face, stretching my features before they snapped back to how the were before. 'It's not even real human genetics.'

Tyler huffed. He had a small look of jealousy on my face. Quick backstory. Tyler and me go back to the beginning of my time at camp. Me and Leo go back to a few minutes after my beginning of camp.

Now, when I saw Tyler, it wasn't love at first sight, if you can describe it that way (I am Cupioromantic, interested in dating, not really into the lovey dovey stuff. I still do it to make Tyler happy though). In fact, my first "crush," after my first boyfriend (Andy), was Leo.

Now, let me explain. After seeing a cool, good-looking guy that can talk to trees, and seeing a fire gremlin that has a sick ass (in the donkey sense) robo-dragon, covered in machine oil, burning trees- who wouldn't fall immediately?

I ended up finding out he had a girlfriend though and cried in a pillow for two days. Not a good day in the infirmary. Especially since I was laying in a medical cot near the sick children unit with the privacy curtain surrounding me with no walls nearby. A lot of people cried that day. But that's a story for another time.

Tyler snapped me out of my flashback. Literally. Because not only was I recounting my tail, I was also staring- like HARD staring- dead at Leo's face. I shook my head when I realized that he was snapping in my face. 'Helloooooo?... Earth to Jacks...' I finally registered him saying.

'Wuh-' I noticed Tyler looked angry, and was pouting. 'What did I do?'

Leo cleared his throat. 'You were staring at me. For like, three minutes without blinking.' Leo looked like he was on the verge of laughing. I felt myself blushing in embarrassment.

'I was flashbacking, I wasn't paying attention! I swear!' I put my hands up, in a swift moment, a flick was administered to the bridge of my nose. 'Ow!- Tyler!-'

'You're still staring!' Tyler said, moving my gaze away from Leo with a finger.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose from where he flicked. 'Tyler, I swear I was flashbacking, I swear on Styx.' Tyler relented.

'Fine. But this should be the last time I see you looking at another guy for extended periods of time, okay?' He huffily (not a word) placed a small kiss on my forehead before I can say anything else. I know he got jealous, a lot, but usually it was just his weird way to flirt with me. So I assumed that was what he was doing.

'So, now that... whatever just happened has passed, does anyone know what to do now?' Connor Stoll thankfully interrupted and asked. 'I mean, since Apollo became a technically biological human, and I got poked in the eye, the Oracle hasn't been oracle-izing quite right.' Usually, I would've been severely irritated by the misuse of word creation and have the undescribable need to punch someone in the gut and correct them, but it seems my correctional wordsmithing capabilities had left with my parentage.

'"Oracle-izing" isn't a word dipstick.' Nico said for me. Nico has been slowly learning the entire english dictionary because of him spending time with- ugh, Will.

'On the contrary, fellow not-entirely-straight man.' Leo said. 'Isn't Apollo looking for new words constantly?'

'He's a 16 year old-ish teenage boy with acne, I doubt he needs to look for new words right now.' I said. 'Wait- What did you say?-'

He ignored me and went on.

'Now now, let Uncle Valdez teach you youngins something about good old machine building.' He sat down in a chair while slapping boths his hands on his repsective knees. Kinda like the southern USA way of someone slapping the knees while standing up while saying, "Welp, it's getting late. Have yerself a good time pardner," (I have no clue what the modern South was like, I was from the Nothern Colony in Pennsylvania, and the south wasn't all grammas baking you apple pies and people fighting alligators with a beer in hand back before I was stuck in the Erebo pocket space).

'We're technically the same age.' I said bluntly. Leo shushed me in response.

'I don't care. I'm Uncle Leo Valdez, Tofu Taco Expert, and Bad Boy Supreme.' He said like it gave him authority (it didn't). 'Anyways, just because you can build a whole machine, including the parts, it's not always necessary when you have other materials to help you.' Leo said with surprising maturity. I half expected a sound machine to play a loud mooing sound from somewhere in his pockets. 'Everything has a place and it's better to build a place for it, then build something that already exists.'

'As a practicing engineer, poet, artist, temporary philosopher, the designated friend therapist and farmer, that made absolutely no sense.' I said with a frog blink.

Leo shrugged. 'Not everyone's a machine builder. You should probably take the "practicing engineer" part out of your title.'

Tyler stepped in. 'Leo, not the time.' He said impatiently. 'Get to the gist, dumbass.'

Leo put his hands up with his signature impish grin. 'Hey, don't go and try to rush a master perfeccionando su oficio*.' (*To translate, he said, "perfecting his craft." You're welcome.)

Tyler rolled his eyes. 'Olvídalo, idiota. Date prisa y termina lo que estás diciendo*.' (*To translate, again, in basic, he said, "Forget about it, idiot. Just hurry up and finish what you're saying.")

Leo rolled his eyes. 'Alright, alright. I'll cut to the gist: Just because the Oracle is broken, doesn't mean Rachel can't help.'

Surprisingly, that made sense. Even for Leo. Too much sense...

'Leo, who replaced you and gave us a proper person?' I asked with twinge of confusion. 'When did you start dishing out advice as good as your Tofu Tacos?'

'It's a talent of mine.' Leo said while shrugging it off as if it was something natural. He later told me that he was high off of oil fumes and couldn't remember a single thing about what was happening. Which makes sense when he then said, 'Anyone else hungry? I ate not too long ago, but I feel starved.' He rubbed his stomach. 'Didn't I have ice cream? Where did it go?...'

Leo then wandered off to the cabin's minifridge and raided for food.

Tyler then said, "So... I guess we're going to get Red?'

'Yeah,' I said while scratching the back of my neck. 'I guess so. Would she even help?'

Tyler shrugged. 'Maybe. But we'll never know unless we ask.' And so, he gathered Katie and Connor while Leo followed us, with snacks cradled in his arms like a baby, towards the Oracle Cave of Mini Delphi.

[jacksoneblackburn]

*coughs up stethoscope* *sniffs it* Pleh *eats it again*

OH. MY GODS. I THOUGHT SHOOED YOU AWAY WITH THE BROOM-

[jacksoneblackburn]

*eats your stethoscope*

DAMMIT.

NOT FUCKING AGAIN.

[chbnews]

I think my superhero name would be... The Dark Sun! Y'know, grandson of Erebus.... Titan of darknesss... and... my dad's.. Apollo........ .....

I feel cringe.

-🌻☀️Regrettably, Jackson Blackburn☀️🌻

@jacksoneblackburn

Dark sun is actually kinda cool!!!

My idea is already taken, green arrow

-Kayla Knowles 💚🏹

[jacksoneblackburn]

Personally, DC is so cliché, you deserve the title of Green Arrow, Kayla

[im-an-apollogist]

LOST MEDIA FOUND

[chbnews]

WEEKLY NEWS: 09/02/25-15/02/25

Join the CHB News Discord!

Camp Announcements:

The Apollo Cabin is reminding campers not to eat inedible objects. Again.

The Demeter Cabin is kindly asking people to not steal. They also are reminding old and new campers that the camp’s lost and found is located in the Big House.

Cabin inspections are coming up! Please remember that the cabins that fail are on cleaning duty with the harpies!

The Camp Game this week is Freeze Tag with the Satyrs. Please remember, no killing or maiming.

Camper Updates:

The Anonymous Dionysus kid that was turned into a teacup during the hide and seek competition has made a full recovery.

Jude Vianzon was claimed by Apollo and has began his training as a combat medic.

The Tyche camper that was shot in the foot by a stray arrow has been released from the Big House, but is still on crutches.

The Hermes Cabin warns that there have been more monsters in the area than usual, so make sure you travel with a buddy and follow the rule of three!

The Athena campers are extending an invitation out to those who are working on schoolwork- they have open tutoring hours all week. Schedule signups are available on the door of their cabin and in the Big House.

Game Winnings:

The Blue Team has won the camp-wide Hide and Seek competition!

The Hecate Cabin won the three legged death race this week!

Upcoming Events:

The Aphrodite Cabin is hosting a ‘DIY Fashion and Makeup’ course in the Arts and Crafts building on Monday.

The Hephaestus Cabin is hosting a ‘Forging 101’ safety class for new campers on Tuesday and Thursday.

The Apollo Cabin is holding classes for field medics, and will be giving away first aid kits on Tuesday.

The Iris Cabin is hosting a movie night at the amphitheater on Wednesday. The movie will be ‘Shrek 2’

The Ares, Athena, and Nike cabins will be hosting fighting lessons Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon. Signups are posted at the Arena.

Camp Gossip:

The Stoll brothers have been caught smuggling in a backpack filled with KitKat bars and Reese’s by the harpies.

Tension between the Hecate and Aphrodite cabin have grown, and people think they’re about to start a small war.

A dryad threw an acorn at a Hermes camper who accidentally dropped a wrapper on the ground, sparking a strange battle involving various nuts and pebbles. The dryad won.

An Iris camper and Hypnos camper have been seen holding hands. Rumor has it they’ve started dating.

A Nemesis camper was caught trying to start a fight between an Athena camper and a Hebe camper. Sources say the Nemesis camper was, instead, fought by both of them.

Weekly Question:

What is the scariest monster to fight?

- Camp Half-Blood News Team

[jacksoneblackburn]

To answer the question, a god.

[jacksoneblackburn]

The Lament of Lovers Past:

The first,

The coolest and likely not the last,

Definitely not the worst,

But it was the start of the Lovers Past.

James the Great,

Never the way, to end a relationship:

Early, not late.

Attached together, we were joined by the hip,

Inseparable lovers,

Till I made a mistake-

I fell for another,

I took, and took, till nothing was left to take.

Mental health fell,

My muse,

My personal Hell.

Waiting to blow up in my face; a lit fuse,

Nothing left to do but wait.

Then came Lucifer,

An ironic person, who was named that, to date,

This is the time I felt like less “he” more “her.”

He and I,

Didn’t know much about each other.

Met on my social media, later left to die,

We talked about our mothers.

I loved my mom, and he loved his.

Bonded over Vivziepop shows,

None of your biz.

Left him behind, not breaking up, it is how it is.

Then the third,

The one named after an animal,

Knew each other in Middle, exchanged many words.

I loved her until she went AWOL.

Then there were two more,

That I don’t talk about,

Not with friends, behind closed doors,

Left me alone with my thoughts and fears.

Then the sixth.

I don’t remember much.

So many people over a little width.

I really wish I could choose which, or such,

That I can remember.

Then came again The Great.

Loved till November,

A month, then our history became something I hate.

Then, the most recent,

Unrequited,

Indecent.

Tyler, a fire ignited, left to fate.

Within my heart.

But the fire not shared,

A part of a new start,

Love picked apart, my love declared.

A refusal,

And first rejection.

A crush turned down by a star pupil.

A small, but important, gentle correction.

After two years,

Of lovers past,

I now have understanding- fair-

Of how to treat people kindly, not with tears.

A great learning lesson,

Crashing and burning to last,

Nothing to lessen,

The lovesick feeling in the air.

[jacksoneblackburn]

Feelings.

How, does one regale to thee,

The feelings you instill to me?

One of thoughts full of day,

The other full of night.

I wish of some other way,

Of dealing with my fright.

To sleep next to you,

Would be a dream made anew.

For a hopeless romantic,

And for the poet,

Skipping the semantics,

Though, it's hard for me to show it,

Gremlin antics,

Many ways to blow it.

Feelings,

Big nor small,

Are felt,

In most, if not, all.

Feelings are confusing.

And not many know how they work.

If you're having a hard time,

Even if I don't respond immediately-

No matter the young or older,

The meek and the bolder,

If you need to cry,

You'll always have my shoulder.

These are always, and forever

Going to be my

Feelings

For you.

Thank you for reading my poetry guys :3

(my mom's yelling at my dog bc she won't stop barking at tress in the car (she's scared of them))

Anyways, Neopolitan art :]

[jacksoneblackburn]

If you're wondering, my favorite music artists are Madilyn Mae, Naethan Apollo, Melanie Martinez, Ariana Grande, Camilla Cabello, Milk in the Microwave, Olivia Rodrigo, Claire Rosinkranz, Laufey, Rihanna, Mad Tsai, Bug Hunter, Billie Eilish, and a BUNCH of show tunes that I have no idea who the person singing is.

[jacksoneblackburn]

HOLY GRAND SHITE MATES-

THEY LIKED THE POST???

im literally so proud rn

[aevarswall]

Lady.  Possibly comes from Old English “hlæfdige” as a contraction of the two words “hlaf” meaning “bread-loaf” and “dæge” meaning “maker” or “maid”.

Lord.  Possibly comes from Old English “hlaford” coming again from “hlaf” and “weard” meaning “guard”.

This is to say that the Lady and Lord of a house are there to make bread and guard that bread.

[knowledgetosorrow]

The two genders. Bread maker and bread protector.

[bright-side-of-the-moon]

@jacksoneblackburn official toast post lmao?

[jacksoneblackburn]

Yess

[bishreksual]

y'all, i have something incredibly important to share

[bishreksual]

LOOK AT HIM

BABY KERMIT

[bright-side-of-the-moon]

@jacksoneblackburn more toast

[jacksoneblackburn]

Literally

[forkingandcottage-deactivated20]

via indiarosecrawford

Frog Paints a Water Lily Pond 🪷🎨🐸

𝑓ₒᵣ ⲕᵢ𝑛𝑔 ₐ𝑛𝑑 𝑐ₒ𝑡𝑡ₐ𝑔ₑ

[grumpygreenwitch]

Ok, I adore the Frogs to begin with, but the sheer finesse and dedication of this one boggles my mind.

[13threbagel]

The amount of precisions that goes into this and also the paint need pressures to actually stick to the canvas its insane this is so good?? How??

[bright-side-of-the-moon]

@jacksoneblackburn the toastiest toast post to ever toast :]

[jacksoneblackburn]

Literally toast

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

*deep breath*

ROMANCE SUCKS, PAT A FROG, DIE HAPPY

[bright-side-of-the-moon]

@jacksoneblackburn *whispering* toast post?

[ghostkingdiangelo429]

*whispers back quieter* Yes.

[jacksoneblackburn]

(reposting on the actually tagged acc)