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did you guys know i actually have more ocs beside gia? LEL it’s okay, i forget.

helena “lena” jupiter and her twin brother hiro jupiter— twisted off teenage hercules and young adult hercules respectively

lena attends corlux key seminary— of which you can get more info from my buddy @inmateofthemind’s posts here— and attends the arcane exchange into nrc’s campus. though raised by the impossibly rich and privileged jupiter family, lena wrestles with an extreme case of self-deprecation due to the family’s blessing being passed down to her— the second born female twin— instead of the “rightful” bearer, her elder brother. while her blessing grants her with beyond human physical prowess and a staggeringly large magical pool, it’s a bit much for her young body to bear just yet and she is constantly overdoing it. things tend not to stay in one piece around her.

she’s sweet, though incredibly timid and wracked with social anxieties, a direct opposite to her confident, golden boy twin.

still— helena is a steadfast believer in the ‘do it scared’ mentality. she might not like what she has to do and she’ll have to do it through tears, but by the seven she’ll do it.

that might be why she becomes smitten with a certain spade card solider. (ship name being 'go the limit' as a mash up of deuce's 'bet the limit' unique magic and lena's 'go the distance'. but deulena also works lel)

@cyanide-latte @simons-twsted-children @tixdixl @blithesharem @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle @theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk (lemme know if you wanna be included in tags)

If anyone does anything to Tubbo I would kill everyone and then myself. That boy is the most adorable person to ever exist and he deserves nothing but happiness and joy. He may only be 3.5 months younger than me, but I would give my life for that sucker. This is all in a very platonic manner as I am pretty much a lesbian. Anygay, this might turn into a Tubbo appreciation blog on some level, thank you very much. Alright, have a good day.

Valentine's Day

The Playlist AO3

Word Count: 1,478

“Thank you for coming to Freddy Fazbear’s Valentine’s day ‘Love Rocks’ bash! I hope you have a faz-tastic night and get home safe!” Freddy said into his microphone following their final performance of the night. Guests made their way toward the entrance as Freddy’s closed for the evening.

This was your first time helping run a holiday party with the band and you were relieved that, while your shift still ran the full time, after 7, the pizzaplex was closed to anyone who didn’t hold a ticket to the party. In addition, instead of the usual 10pm closing time, the holiday party had the campus closing at 9. That additional hour of not being around guests was more than welcome in your opinion.

You waved to guests along with the band as they were politely herded away by security bots who all had little paper hearts taped to their chassis in order to match the theme.

“Good job, team,” You said after the atrium was cleared of guests, climbing the stairs to the stage where they stood. Freddy took your hand in his and gave it a shake.

“We couldn’t have done it without you,” he praises and you can't help but roll your eyes in a lighthearted manner.

“Oh, please,” you chuckle but don’t protest further. Realistically, you didn't need to even be here for the party as most everything was set up and taken care of by S.T.A.F.F. bots. Still, you were there to take care of the prized animatronics. “Let’s get this place cleaned up,” you declared and started off stage with the rest of them.

The glamrocks set about stacking the extra chars which had been brought out for the nights festivities and the S.T.A.F.F. bots would take the stacks, having been lacking in the dexterity and height needed to put them together all while you pushed around a large broom, picking up rubbish left by more careless guests. Chica approached you, a stack of chairs in her arms.

“So,” she starts, after calling your name to get your attention, “after every party, we have our own little party back in rockstar row,” she explains, walking beside you. “And we would super duper love if you came. We usually just dance and hang out but since there's five of us, well SOMEONE needs to dance with Monty,” she jests, loud enough for the alligator to hear. He calls out a flustered “hey” before Chica laughs her little cluck-like laugh. You’re about to protest since you still had work to do but she cuts you off.

“Before you say no, It's only thirty minutes and we always help with duties after so you don’t have to worry about all that.” With your duties covered, you don’t exactly have much in the way of an excuse not to go so you concede. She does a cute little steppy-step in joy partnered with a high pitched squeal. “Oh, I can’t wait, I’m so excited. We’ll see you at, like, 10 back there, okay?”

You get some more cleaning done and take a bathroom break before you head back to rockstar row. When you get back there, there's a little portable speaker set up on one of the towering flower pots that the benches surround and the group are all dancing together and singing along to Whitney Huston’s “I wanna dance with somebody”. It’s clear just by looking at them that they’re all having fun, even Monty is singing along. You feel a little nervous to join in but luckily Bonnie sees you. He makes a move to pull you into the little cluster of singing and dancing animatronics and immediately, you are overcome with a bubbling of giggles. “Take my Breath Away” begins to play from the speaker and the animatronics partner up and even though Chica had joked about Monty being the odd man out, it’s Bonnie that you dance with.

“Having fun?” he asks you and has you perform a lazy twirl.

“I am,” you confirm. “Who made the playlist?” you ask as its filled with songs that Freddy Fazbear’s definitely doesn’t have the rights to use.

“This one was a collaboration between Roxy and Chica” he explains. “Monty and I made this past year's Halloween mix.”

“That’s nice,” you chuckle “I’m enjoying this one so far”.

“Well, you know, musicians usually have pretty good taste in music,” Bonnie jests with a teasing wink and you snicker in response.

When the next song comes on, you can't help but groan loudly along with a couple of the others in your group as Rick Astley promises to never give you up or let you down. Still, it's a fun song to dance to as a group and so you join. The remaining songs are all ones you enjoy as a group and the energy is fun and playful. Just as you’re growing tired of dancing (it’s quite the work out), theres a lovely swell of strings that announces a slow song. Just as youre about to find a partner, Chica claims you and pulls you off so that you two might dance together.

“There’s designated partners for this one,” She says to you quietly. You raise a brow at her as she leads your dance. “Well, one pair.” She shrugs and smiles. You turn together so she can gesture to the brown and blue pair holding one another close. You look from them to her with the same confused expression. She just lets you do the mental maths yourself and nods when she can tell you’ve put it all together.

“How long,” you ask in a hushed voice.

“Oh gosh, forever.” she answers. “There’s never been a rendition of them that weren’t head over heels for one another.” it’s hard to not whip your head back to look at them but thankfully you don’t have to as she turns the two of you to let you see them again. They’re talking quietly amongst themselves, one pair of hands clasped while the others simply hold one another close. Freddy laughs at something Bonnie says and rests his forehead against his partners shoulder briefly in a sweet and tender moment of comfortable joy.

“Did the company program that?” you ask, looking from them to her and she looks at you with the softest expression you think you’ve ever seen from something made from metal. “No,” she says it like its the most beautiful thing. And it is. “I know its cliche but,” she sighs wistfully. “I don’t know if we have souls or whatever but they are definitely soul mates,” she confides. You smile at this, feeling warm and fuzzy inside at the idea that time and time again, these two robots fell in love with one another. You look to the other partnered pair together then to see what they’re doing and Chica bursts out laughing. Despite the lovely music, Roxy and Monty are on the floor wrestling instead of dancing.

You leave them after the music ends and their bandmates separate them, having had a lovely evening. You’re just out of the hallway of rockstar row, reentering the atrium while checking your watch for what to take care of next when Moon joins you by dropping in from above.

“Did you– it's just me- did you have fun?” he asks, brushing off your startled gasp. He has to wait a beat for you to recover but he does so patiently.

“We did, yeah.” you finally answer and start back on your track. A thought crossed your mind as he walked beside you. He hadn’t been invited. You weren’t surprised since the way some of the glamrocks felt about him was clear but it still wasn’t polite. And Sun hadn’t come either which, while he didn’t like you, you hadn’t heard any negative comments directed toward him from the glamrocks. “What did you and sun do today?” you ask instead.

“The kids made valentines.” he answers and hands you a crudely made heart card. “I did too. During nap time. Here.” You take it and it's clear that it was either made in the dark or Moon wasn’t particularly skilled at arts and crafts. In white crayon on red construction paper, under where it was addressed to you (your name misspelled even though you knew he had access to the employee database), it said “get stick bugged, valentine” and below were lines that definitely resembled the stick bug from the video he had showed you the first night you met. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“Beautiful,” you shake your head. “I’ll keep it forever, thank you.” He smiled wide.

“Put it on your fridge,” he demands, getting up in your face. You shove him away by his faceplate and he chuckles.

“Sure, buddy. Right when I get home.”

So I found this caterpillar on my way to class

We’re bros

@simugeuge Thanks so much for the palate cleanser! @katerinaaqu´s was endless crying and Tholos too T T

Anyways: here´s a doodle of three in their drawing session >:D

Hope you like it!

Ducks and Leopards

It was a pretty, warm morning on Ithaca. The royal family were reunited in the yard. Odysseus was checking the stones of the wall that surrounded the house, to see if there were any in need of fixing. Telemachus sat on the floor, drawing with a pig tusk. Penelope walked to Telemachus, put her hand on his shoulder, and stretched her neck to look over his head. He immediately covered the drawing with his body and waved his hand away. “Do not look, you’ll make fun of it.”

Penelope seemed offended. “Son, I would never be that cruel”, said, wrapping tightly her veil around her.

“You are.”

“I have never laughed at you, what are you saying, child?” she pressed her fingers on his shoulder to reassure him. But couldn’t keep talking, because an uncontrollable laughing fit emptied the air of her chest, folding over, grasping his arm.

“It’s a leopard.” Explained to her, flustered, the young man.

“That- that is a do-og, son. What is it?”

“I told you it was not good.”

“And the ears! But it has the spots!” Penelope’s knees were giving under her.

“What have you done to your mother?” Odysseus approached dusting off his hands.

“Ah, it wasn’t me. She loses all her poise whenever she has the chance to be cruel. Compose yourself, queen.” Telemachus teased her. “Please come look, father. Tell my mother it's a good leopard what I’ve drawn.”

Odysseus spied over their heads. He nodded. “I’ve traveled a lot, and I can tell you that is a good leopard if I've ever seen one…”

The young man leered at the queen.

“...We’d call them seals back then.”

“Oh!”, Telemachus grunted while both the king and the queen laughed at him.

“Well, if both of my beloved parents are so dexterous in matters of drawing, I’d like you to show you can do it better than me.” Telemachus offered the tusk in defiance.

“I will take it,” said the queen sitting next to her son and started drawing on the dirt. “I will draw a duck.”

The men complained. It was too easy. It was too boring. But she dismissed them and put all her attention in her drawing.

“Where have you seen leopards?” asked Odysseus scratching his beard.

“I saw one as a child, in Sparta,” explained Penelope, still focused on her duck.

“They brought one to the court of king Menelaus when princess Hermione got wedded to Neoptolemus Achillides. It was a wedding gift. And I would have never made an effort to try and recreate it as beautifully as Pisistratus can, had I known my mother was so very rigorous in matters of art”, Telemachus lifted his voice in reproach.

“There. It is done. A duck.”

“The legs are too long.”

“And the curve in the back is not right, honey.”

“Well, I don’t presume to be an artist, but the idea of a duck is right there.” She opened her hand to the drawing.

Both men scrunched their noses. “The idea of a bird.” Odysseus conceded.

Penelope left them to go check on the length of the duck’s legs in the pen. The king now sat down, took the tusk, and started drawing.

“What are you doing?” asked the woman on her return.

“A leopard and a duck.”

Now it was his turn to get jeered at.

“Awfully competitive.”

“That is very poor creativity, father.”

“He will copy from us.”

Odysseus kept abstracted as minutes passed, now erasing with his foot, now drawing again.

“What would they want a leopard for?” wondered Penelope.

Telemachus giggled: “Maybe the person who gifted it was given the leopard, and didn’t know what to do with it.”

“In that case darling, how far in the leopard line do you think we are?”

“Expect the leopard in a year or two.” mumbled Odysseus, scratching the dirt a little more. “There.” He declared, unsure. His wife and son came closer but they were silent.

“Honey, yours are the worst.”

“They are like stick figures.”

The king scratched his head, frustrated. “They are animals alright. I never promised anything.” He thought for a moment and took the tusk again. “I will draw a snake and I'll show both of you.”

minghao loves you, and it comes as easily as breathing most days.

however, when he wakes up at 4:43 in the morning because you’ve stolen the duvet in your sleep, he has to remind himself of that a little bit.

everyone has flaws, and yours is duvet-hogging. leaving him practically shivering on the other side of the bed — yes, he’s being dramatic, but he’s cold, and it’s some sort of ungodly hour, and so he sighs, and tries his best to pry the ends of the duvet from you.

you barely even stir when he tugs you closer, brushing a hand over your face and kissing your forehead; it’s practically an unconscious movement, it’s so automatic for him. one arm loops around your waist, the other manoeuvres him back under the duvet, and he sighs with relief at the warmth that settles over him.

that’s when you decide to wake up, your eyes barely even opening. “hao?” you whisper sleepily, syllables running into each other. “did i steal the blanket again?”

minghao rubs a soothing hand over your back. “no,” he lies, just a little one to coax you back to sleep. he’ll complain to you in the morning, over coffee and breakfast and a little bit of nagging.

“okay,” you say hoarsely, and curl even closer to him. “i’m going back to sleep now.”

he smiles, just barely, at your sudden announcement, and brushes his lips over your forehead again. “okay,” he agrees, but you’re already gone — looking so peaceful that even when he wakes later in the morning to discover you’ve stolen the duvet a second time, he can’t be mad; because despite your blanket-hogging tendencies, loving you still comes as easy as breathing.

an / I HATE WRITINGGG (lie)

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51 different sunsets (but it's still you)

notes: inspired by childhood blues - gumi <3

wc: ~1k

summary: it takes a silly rumor and 51 days for you to confess. - kuroo/oc

It starts with a rumor.

The first-year girls have been saying if you watch the sunset on the local hill for 51 days, your love will be reciprocated. You think high school is far too old to believe in something like this, but you think this sort of thing becomes necessary when your world has been colored in the shades Kuroo Tetsurou. You know it’s a silly rumor, but as you steal a glance at your best friend and see him catch your eyes and grin, you think you’ve fallen too hopelessly in love with him to not try.

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