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🎁 closed starter for @crvations
As inspired by the arts as Sebastian was he did not possess the artistry to create himself. He wasn’t exactly horrible, but it didn’t come as naturally as it did to others. It wasn’t something that bothered the boy most days, but it posed a problem when he drew his name for Secret Santa. Some would call him sentimental, but Sebastian had always loved the holiday season -- it was a period of joy and merriment and people just seemed to be kinder to one another during this time of year. One of the things he loved most was being able to shower his loved ones with gifts -- particularly, homemade gifts.
As such when he pulled Jackie’s name for his Secret Santa, Sebastian immediately began searching for what he could possibly make for the other. He was very thorough in his research and after much debate he settled for something simple yet heartfelt. He was rather fond of Jackie after they had confided in him that they had watched his travel vlogs. So, he wanted to make something that they could use for a while.
With his gift tucked beneath his arm, Sebastian set off to search for Jackie amongst the party goers. He found them after a few minutes and brightened, calling out their name. “Jackie!” he popped up in front of them, extending the gift out to them. Inside the box was a hand-knitted light blue blanket as well as some home-made (albeit rough looking) vegan chocolate truffles. Sebstian grinned brightly, “Merry Christmas!”
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“I want to know what makes you happy.”
The question alone makes Sebastian’s heart skip a beat as they look towards the sun setting over the horizon. He and Leo had spent most of the afternoon together and now night was approaching and their questions had become more…introspective. Everything in him wanted to confess to the boy beside him, but something larger was choking him, preventing the words from just falling out of his mouth. “I …love coming here,” he chose instead, “every summer that I make my way back to Kaos … whenever I get to book that flight ticket I get the excited jitters because I know I’m coming back to see all of my friends…” Sebastian trailed off at the end, turning his head to look Leo in the eyes. The unspoken to see you left hanging in the air. “That’s what makes me happy.”
#ans.#ft. leo ( hebe )#i'm going to queue up the rest of the replies so i don't spam your dashes with memes#restlcssness
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“I want to know what makes you happy.”
There’s a pause as he contemplates the question. He was doing a live Q&A session for his viewers, and while he had been prepared to field a lot of questions, he hadn’t anticipated such a simple yet complicated question. “Dreaming,” he replies after a moment has passed, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards into a mischievous smile. “I do get a lot of sleep on international flights.” He lets a few “LOL” comments get around before he shakes his head and squares up for his real explanation. “When I dream ... I’m transported to places I’ve never been ... to far off places doing magical things. There’s a certain freedom to it ... and what I do when I’m awake is that magical feeling I have when I’m dreaming. So powerful, and so free -- having no responsibilities to anyone but my dreams. That’s what makes me happy.”
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🌺 “I WANT TO KNOW…” Prompts
A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.
For Multimuses: Please Specify Muse(s)
“I want to know more about you.”
“I want to know where you’re from.”
“I want to know what you do.”
“I want to know what you like.”
“I want to know what your hobbies are.”
“I want to know who your family is.”
“I want to know who your friends are.”
“I want to know what makes you happy.”
“I want to know what makes you sad.”
“I want to know what makes you angry.”
“I want to know why you’re hurt.”
“I want to know who hurt you.”
“I want to know why you’re scared.”
“I want to know what love is to you.”
“I want to know who you loved.”
“I want to know who you hated.”
“I want to know why you run away.”
“I want to know why you stayed.”
“I want to know why you left me.”
“I want to know why you care.”
#meme.#i dont remember my own meme tag so we're gonna go with that#please send me some and i'll get to them tomorrow ! !!
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open starter *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
A storm was raging inside Simone — albeit a small and less frightening one than you would image by the deep crease between her brows, the scowl pulling at her lips, and the low utterance of curse words under her breath.
The wifi at her apartment was OUT.
Normally, Simone would use this as an excuse to leave the confines of her apartment, where the well lit rooms glowed as the daylight spilled in through the large glass windows. Each morning, after the routine of rolling out of bed at ten in the morning, dragging her feet to the coffee machine and watching as the dark liquid spilled into her mug, Simone would sit at her desk and read emails, catch up on the current happenings of social media, reply to Instagram comments, and schedule her next photoshoot.
But today was a deadline — and these were the days Simone hated the most. She’d tell you it was because they were stressful because brands always wanted so much from you even though they pay so little, but really it was because these days required actual work. Back and forth emails with brand employees, last minute changes, the possible filter changes — the thought was putting her in an even worse mood.
Finally, Simone found the nearby cafe and practically threw herself into the double doors, causing the bell on top of the door to DING loudly with her entrance. Laptop in hand, she stepped forward to the front desk — which was empty. She lifted the large, round sunglasses off of her face and placed them on top of her head, allowing her dark brown locks to be tucked behind the temples of the frame. She waited a few more seconds before grunting.
“Does anyone know the wifi password in here?!”
One of Sebastian’s favorite things about Kaos was the tranquility. For an island that was named what it was, Kaos overall was picturesque and early mornings were the best time to just soak in all of the beauty the island had to offer. It was why Sebastian often found himself roaming in the early hours of the morning through the narrow, cobblestoned streets. ( Definitely not because he would fall asleep in odd places at all hours of the night ). Such was his routine this fine morning when he had awoken to watch the sun rise and then made his way to his favorite cafe for a pastry and some coffee.
He had made his order, sipped his coffee and at some point, he must have fallen asleep again because the next thing he knew, a loud ding was awakening him from his slumber. Sebastian blinked his eyes slowly as he tried to determine where he was and what exactly was happening. His eyes focused in on the very irritated individual hovering over the counter. He yawned and stood up, rubbing his eyes. “I think it’s one of those trick wifi passwords that you just type a space and hit enter,” Sebastian mumbled as he approached the other. “You look like you could use a tyropita... I don’t mind buying if you want one. I have rewards points I can use.”
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⤷ * KAOS TASK 006 - ALL ABOUT PERSONALITY !
descriptions under the cut !
MBTI - ENFP ( THE CAMPAIGNER )
❝ — The Campaigner personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike types in the Explorer Role group, Campaigners are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7% of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd. -16personalities
MORAL ALIGNMENT - NEUTRAL GOOD
❝ — A neutral good character will keep his word to those who are not evil and will lie only to evil-doers. He will never attack an unarmed foe and will never harm an innocent. He will not use torture to extract information or for pleasure. He will never kill for pleasure, only in self-defense or in the defense of others. A neutral good character will never use poison. He will help those in need and works well alone or in a group. He responds well to higher authority until that authority attempts to use the law to hamper his ability to do good. He is trustful of organizations as long as they serve his utilitarian purpose. He will follow the law unless more good can come from breaking the law. He will never betray a family member, comrade, or friend. Neutral good characters are indifferent to the concepts of self-discipline and honor, finding them useful only if they promote goodness. - easydamus
ENNEAGRAM - TYPE 2 ( THE HELPER ) / TYPE 9 ( THE PEACEMAKER )
❝ —Twos are empathetic, sincere, and warm-hearted. They are friendly, generous, and self-sacrificing, but can also be sentimental, flattering, and people-pleasing. They are well-meaning and driven to be close to others, but can slip into doing things for others in order to be needed. They typically have problems with possessiveness and with acknowledging their own needs. At their Best: unselfish and altruistic, they have unconditional love for others. - enneagraminstitute
❝ —Nines are accepting, trusting, and stable. They are usually creative, optimistic, and supportive, but can also be too willing to go along with others to keep the peace. They want everything to go smoothly and be without conflict, but they can also tend to be complacent, simplifying problems and minimizing anything upsetting. They typically have problems with inertia and stubbornness. At their Best: indomitable and all-embracing, they are able to bring people together and heal conflicts. - enneagraminstitute
LOVE LANGUAGES - QUALITY TIME
❝ —In the vernacular of Quality Time, nothing says, “I love you,” like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there – with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby – makes your significant other feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful. Quality time also means sharing quality conversation and quality activities. - 5lovelanguages
HOGWARTS HOUSE - HUFFLEPUFF
❝ —Hufflepuffs are defined by their love of family, comfort, and living things first and foremost. Anything involving animals or plants is going to appeal to them: Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology are subjects beloved by Hufflepuffs. They also care deeply for people and enjoy the company of others; being alone or feeling unloved are things Puffs dislike intensely. Ultimately, Hufflepuffs are interested in helping both people and animals, but are much less confrontational or daring than Gryffindors. They’re the least likely to care about individual achievement or House points, and most likely to focus on their relationships to others rather than things they personally have done. - pottermoreanalysis
#kaos:task#i did this the night before last awoeifaw#it was late so sorry if its a mess#greetings from the airport!
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restlcssness:
— AFTER A FEW SECONDS OF TENSE APPREHENSION leo felt himself relax into the situation. “well, you got your wish i suppose. i’m very surprised. c’mere !” he pulled sebastian in for a hug, figuring it would’ve been more off if he hadn’t.
it felt both strange and oddly relieving that sebastian chose to not acknowledge what had happened the last time they were together. it was probably better anyways. so, leo followed suit, hiking his backpack up on his shoulder and gave a small shrug. “it’s been alright. you know me, i always find a bit of fun wherever i go.” that part was true at least, leo had fun wherever he went.
“are you coming up or were you just saying hi ?” he asked as his keys were fished out of his pocket, giving him a moment to breathe as he turned to unlock the door. “it’s been a while … i’m sure you have a lot of cool stories.”
sebastian allowed himself to be pulled into a hug, wrapping his arms around leo and delicately patting him on the back before releasing him again. he hoped that his cheeks were flushing noticeably as he would hate to make the moment more awkward that what it initially felt like. sebastian could honestly say he’d never been in a situation where he’d been kissed by a friend (?) and then had to leave the very next day. it left a lot of unanswered questions between them that he didn’t even know how to begin to answer. so, for now, those answers would have to wait and he would focus on just enjoying leo’s companionship once more.
“i was coming to visit you ... if you’re not too busy,” sebastian confirmed, moving to follow behind leo as he turned towards the front door. “i have so many stories to share! i’ve been to quite a few places this past year, you would’ve loved it!”
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EROS LOVES THE power he yields— it’s just love, some may say, but oh, love? just love? the one thing that can bring even the strongest of deities, men, women, any being to their knees, and eros has it at his fingertips. no one is immune to such a thing, and to be the only god with ample control over such a monster is something he doesn’t take lightly, though he treats it as such. as hypnos approaches him, eros’ tongue quickly retreats to his mouth and is replaced with a smirk. he slowly rocks his chair back to all four legs and leans forward, forearms resting on his knees and his arrow in his hand. he taps the arrowhead against his lips.
“maybe i am, hypnos,” he tells him, gaze unwavering and confident. “do you suppose it’s working?”
hypnos ducked his head down and giggled bashfully under eros’ gaze. he knew the deity didn’t mean anything by it, but the personification of sleep was not a being immune to the charms of desire. sleep was a time where mortals became the most vulnerable to their hidden desires. he knew very well the dangerous it posed. “if you fall,” he noted, glancing at the way that eros was rocking haphazardly in his chair. “i can’t promise that i won’t laugh at you.” hypnos knelt down, squatting near the floor while taking a peek at the deity. “i don’t suppose i’ve ever known of someone to be immune to your charms.”
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“IT isn’t always this rowdy.” hestia shook her head with a smile. “probably not as quiet as your cave, but they also don’t stay on olympus very long.” she had watched them all come and go. in the beginning, they would stop and talk to her for a bit. however as time went on, she saw more of them pass by with only a wave. “I hope you’re still enjoying the feast regardless, hypnos.” she hadn’t failed to notice that he was woken up by the loud crash, and she hoped it didn’t bother him as well. “I’m afraid they’re not likely to be any more quiet than they are now.”
“that is true ... i’m sure the ruckus will die down again before you know it,” hypnos chuckled in amusement. hypnos scratched at his nose as he glanced about the room before his eyes settled once more on hestia. the corner of his mouth quirked upwards into a smile at her concern and he offered her a nod in reassurance. “i’m all right. my cave is pretty peaceful, but i think that’s to be expected of the underworld,” he paused a moment to consider his next question before continuing, “do you ever get lonely, hestia?”
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“I tasted it plenty on the way down.” Hermes waves Hypnos off with a laugh. The god of sleep was never one which Hermes had made any effort to truly befriend, sleep, in her not so humble opinion, was simply a roadblock in the way of more important and interesting things. She understood that the mortals needed to rest and recover every now and then, they weren’t perfect, after all – but when they were asleep, they were missing out on all the opportunities life could present them with, wasting away precious hours of their already too-short lives. “The speed with which you drink it doesn’t do anything to change the taste, you know.” Hermes shrugs, “Or the effects.”
Hypnos rolled his eyes at Hermes’ quips. “Perhaps not, but I feel it does rather dampen the whole experience when you don’t take the time to actually enjoy it when you’re immediately off to the next thing,” he sighed heavily, before snatching another drink from a passing server. He took a rather large gulp and savored it a short moment before swallowing. “It’s just a pity, s’all.” Hypnos had never really developed an opinion on Hermes outside of just feeling exhausted whenever his eyes landed on the other god. With so much movement, and fluttering and tension, Hermes exhausted Hypnos by the very look of him sometimes.
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EROS LOVES A good feast, or gathering in general. the dancing, music, drinking, mingling, he adores it all. for the most part, he keeps to himself and watches from afar, reveling in the warmth that spectating brings him. he’s sitting on a chair, rocking it back to it’s back legs with a smirk on his lips. and perhaps he’s enjoying watching, just scanning the room for a potential victim. the fate of anyone in this room could very well be at eros’ fingertips, so sensual and tempting, daunting and inconceivably empowering. and of course, the most apparent thing about him isn’t his overly lax, confident demeanor, nor is it the white toga that hangs delicately from his stature, no— it’s the ever-present arrow, thin and sleek.
it sparkles gold and catches the light as he twirls it effortlessly from his index finger to his ring finger, over and under his middle finger like a thread. he grins as the other approaches him and the arrow stops spinning, but he rests it against his cheek, arrowhead pointing upwards. he wiggles his brows and drags his tongue teasingly along the base of the pointed weapon. his lips curl into a smile.
“why hello there.”
the first thing that catches hypnos’ eye is the arrow. there was something entrancing about how such a delicate thing could reach so much havoc if pointed in the wrong direction. his eyes then followed the arrow, to the hand, the arm, to the body of the god that was wielding it and he smiled with an absurd fondness as he recognized eros. he moved forward before he truly realized what he was doing and he couldn’t help but wonder if that was eros’ influence or merely a trick of ambrosia.
“hello.”
hypnos came to a stop before the other god and tilted his head in greeting. he raised a single eyebrow at eros’ antics and smiled to himself in amusement as he gestured towards the arrow and the things eros’ mouth was currently doing to it. “are you attempting to set the mood there?”
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verafloros:
NEVER mind that hestia spent her days tending the hearth of olympus in peace while the rest of the olympians rattled all over the mortals, she still had to be subjected to the antics of her family during these kind of events. it was nice, she supposed, to actually see them once in a while. most of what she knew, she heard through the walls. or hermes. but then a loud crash could be heard from the other side of the room and she just took a sip of her cup in response. “I had almost forgotten what it was like to have everyone on olympus,” she sighed to the one standing nearby.
while he hadn’t exactly meant to, hypnos had fallen asleep shortly after arriving to zeus and hera’s great feast. it wasn’t to say that the party wasn’t lively, but as the very personification of sleep, he often found himself nodding off in the strangest of places. a sudden crash awakened him and he blinked his eyes, glancing around the room before stretching his arms above his head. “ah, i see the party is really getting started now. frankly, i prefer the stillness of my cave in Hades, but i guess there is something about returning here,” hypnos mused with a small smile. “i hope it doesn’t bother you too much, hestia.”
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HERMES was not the type to pass up a free feast. Or a free party. Or a free anything. Or anything, really, so long as it sounded fun. Plus, when it was daddy dearest sending out the invitations, passing on the event sounded like it would probably land them in some hot water. They were currently Zeus’ number one favourite child, by all true and factual accounts, and planned to stay that way.
So, showing up to the feast all smiles and all charm seemed to be the way to go – though those things came as naturally to Hermes as breathing did. Perhaps others wouldn’t agree with that assessment, but confidence was the key, as the mortals say.
So, Hermes strolls into the banquet hall with a grin painting her lips and Caduceus dragging behind them, winged sandals tapping against the ground as they weave through the small crowd that has gathered expertly, finding someone handing around ambrosia and reaching for the last of the elixir just as someone else did, snatching it with lightning speed before they could, “Too slow!” Hermes grins, downing the ambrosia, “Sorry, I’ll let you have the next one.” She says with a wink.
if he were to be completely honest with himself, hypnos wasn’t much of a partier -- certainly not to the level of some of the other gods ( i.e. dionysus ). however, he still enjoyed the camaraderie and quite frankly, he didn’t want to risk offending zeus after the last trick he’d played on him. it was not the kind of event that hypnos wanted to singled out for not attending. he had spent most of his time since his arrival leaning against a pillar and watching the other gods mingle or chat boisterously. it wasn’t until someone passed by handing out ambrosia that hypnos considered reaching out for a taste. he hadn’t grabbed any simply because he hadn’t wanted to make the effort of looking for it, but now that it was presented in front of him, he could gladly savor it.
hypnos had merely extended his hand out to reach for the last bit of it when a blur appeared before him and suddenly, there was nothing left. it was then that he finally landed eyes on hermes and he pouted, the wings on the side of his face sputtering with indignation. “did you even get a chance to savor the taste of it, hermes? ambrosia really isn’t something to be so hastily devoured,” he stated with a severe pout.
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