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the0-tdh · 1 month ago

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OPERATION CONFESSION (PART 1)

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Just Another Day at School... Right? Jake Sim is finally ready to confess his feelings to M/N. From a locker note to a dramatic serenade—and even a surprise confetti pop—he's determined to make it unforgettable... even if nothing goes quite as planned.

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WATTPAD / PART 2

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It was a normal day at school—if you count Jake Sim pacing back and forth in the hallway, mumbling into a crumpled piece of paper like his life depended on it as “normal.” His brows were furrowed, lips moving in frantic silence as he rehearsed what must’ve been his fiftieth attempt at a love confession.

"Okay. Deep breath. M/N, I like you. No—no. M/N, I think you’re amazing. I’ve liked you for a while now—" Jake groaned, cutting himself off as he crumpled the paper even tighter and smacked it against his own forehead. “Why is this so hard?!”

A few lockers down, Park Sunghoon leaned against the cool metal with all the grace of someone who had clearly watched too many dramas and perfected the art of looking effortlessly cool. Juice box in hand, straw lazily tucked between his lips, he looked on like he was watching the season finale of his favorite K-drama.

His eyes followed Jake’s pacing with mild amusement, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. “Just tell him already,” he drawled, straw still in his mouth. “You’ve been ‘about to confess’ for, what, two weeks now? At this point, M/N probably thinks you’re having a nervous breakdown.”

Jake froze mid-step and whipped around to face him, eyes wide and wild. “It’s gotta be perfect, Hoon. I’m not just gonna blurt it out in the middle of math class! This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment—I’m going to make this the best confession ever. It’ll be... cinematic. Epic. Unforgettable.”

Sunghoon raised a skeptical brow and took another sip. “You sound like you’re proposing marriage, not confessing a crush.”

Jake ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “It’s not just a crush! This is M/N we’re talking about. He’s kind, smart, funny... and don’t even get me started on his smile. It’s like the sun decided to live on Earth just to light up his face.”

Sunghoon made a gagging noise. “Alright, Romeo. I get it. You’re whipped.”

Jake ignored him, a dreamy look creeping into his expression. “I want him to remember it forever. Maybe I could write him a song. Or rent a projector and make a mini movie—wait, what if I get the dance club involved? Flash mobs are still cool, right?”

Sunghoon groaned. “Jake. No. Please. For the love of all things non-cringe, don’t drag innocent people into this.”

Jake's eyes sparkled with determination. “You’ll see, Hoon. When M/N hears this confession, it’s gonna be straight out of a movie. He’ll laugh, cry, maybe even fall into my arms—”

Sunghoon snorted and turned away, waving over his shoulder. “It’ll be unforgettable, alright. Just not for the reasons you think.”

As he walked down the hall, Jake remained rooted in place, now staring dramatically into the distance as a dangerously bold idea began to form in his head. One that involved string lights, confetti cannons, and possibly a borrowed microphone from the AV club.

This was either going to be the most romantic confession in the school’s history...

Or the most chaotic disaster the hallways had ever seen.

And Jake Sim?

He was all in.

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Attempt #1

Jake stood proudly in front of M/N’s locker like a spy on a mission, his heart pounding with anticipation. He glanced both ways down the hallway, checking to make sure no one was watching, then carefully slipped a neatly folded piece of paper through the slits of the locker. It slid in smoothly, landing with a soft flutter inside. Jake exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and took a step back, eyes wide with nervous excitement. He grinned to himself and gave a small, victorious fist-pump into the air, completely convinced that this was it—the perfect, subtle confession. Not too dramatic, not too plain. Just enough mystery to spark curiosity. Smooth. Classy. Foolproof.

That pride, however, came crashing down in spectacular fashion at lunchtime.

“Hey, Jake!” M/N’s voice rang across the cafeteria, light and casual as he weaved through the crowd, holding something up between his fingers. Jake glanced up from his tray, already mid-chew—and nearly choked on his sandwich when he recognized what M/N was holding.

The note.

Jake’s eyes widened in panic. “Oh no.”

M/N grinned as he approached their table, the paper flapping slightly in his hand like a flag of doom. “Did you accidentally put your grocery list in my locker?”

Jake’s whole body tensed. “W-What?! No! That was supposed to be—wait. Grocery list?!”

M/N raised a brow, clearly entertained. He unfolded the paper with zero hesitation and, with absolutely no mercy, began reading it aloud in front of the entire table:

“Let’s see... Milk, eggs, strawberry Pocky, confess to M/N, toothpaste—”

He paused after reading that particular line, staring at Jake with a half-confused, half-amused expression. “...Did you seriously write ‘confess to M/N’ in between toothpaste and eggs?”

Jake’s face turned the color of a tomato. “I—I was in a hurry! I didn’t mean for that list to—It’s not what it looks like!”

But it was already too late. Across from him, Sunghoon let out a wheeze so loud it turned heads from the neighboring tables. He slapped his hand against the bench and nearly fell off of it, laughing uncontrollably.

Jake buried his face in his hands, groaning. “This can’t be happening…”

Sunghoon wiped a tear from his eye, barely managing to catch his breath. “Oh my god, Jake. A grocery list confession?! That’s gotta be a new record. I’m crying.”

Jake could only groan louder, praying for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

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Attempt #2

Classic, foolproof, romantic. That was Jake’s next idea: a musical confession. Bold. Memorable. Heartfelt. He’d seen it in every high school drama, and it always worked—how could it possibly go wrong?

Armed with a borrowed acoustic guitar, a slightly-too-small mic stand, and an overabundance of hope, Jake recruited two of his most trustworthy allies: Heeseung, who could actually sing and play guitar, and Ni-ki, who claimed he was “only in it for the chaos” but still showed up with backup vocals and sunglasses. The plan was simple: catch M/N during his afternoon class, get his attention through the window, and serenade him in front of everyone. Easy. Romantic. Foolproof.

Jake positioned himself dramatically outside the classroom window, heart hammering in his chest. The sun hit his hair just right. The breeze added a theatrical flair. He strummed the first chord with every ounce of passion in his being, eyes locked on M/N through the glass, who seemed distracted with notes and hadn’t noticed him yet.

He cleared his throat. This was it.

“M/N, this song’s for you...” he began, launching into the first verse.

Or, well, he tried to.

Because halfway through the opening line—literally halfway—the janitor rolled into the hallway with what had to be the loudest vacuum known to mankind. It sounded less like a cleaning tool and more like an industrial jet engine fueled by pure spite. The machine roared to life, echoing off the tile walls like a tornado chewing through a scrapyard full of megaphones.

Jake’s voice vanished under the mechanical chaos. His strumming became a whisper. Heeseung looked alarmed. Ni-ki tried to sing louder. It didn’t help.

Inside the classroom, only one person glanced toward the window—a student in the back row who squinted for a second, shrugged, and went back to doodling. M/N never even looked up.

By the time Jake finished the last note (and the janitor mercifully rolled around the corner), he was sweating. Not from nerves—but from defeat.

Later that day, as Jake sat at the table in the courtyard, face half-planted on his arm in quiet misery, M/N walked over, holding their lunch and looking vaguely curious.

“Oh my gosh, that was you earlier?” they asked, tilting their head. “I heard someone yelling outside, but it kind of sounded like a... dying goose?”

Jake let out a strangled noise and nearly slid under the table in shame, arms covering his face like he was trying to disappear. “I was singing,” he groaned. “That was a song. A confession.”

M/N blinked. “...Oh. That makes a lot more sense now.”

Across the table, Heeseung tried to be supportive despite the failure, placing a gentle hand on Jake’s shoulder. “To be fair,” he said with a small, guilty smile, “it did sound like a goose. But like… a determined one. Really fighting for its life. That part was admirable.”

Jake let out a long, dramatic sigh, muffled by his sleeve. “I’m never singing again.”

Ni-ki casually tossed a grape into his mouth and added, “Good. The goose population can rest easy now.”

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Attempt #3

Jake’s next plan? Go big or go home. No more subtle notes or misunderstood serenades. This one would be bold. Dramatic. Dazzling. The kind of thing that would live rent-free in M/N’s mind forever.

A big surprise. An even bigger impact.

He positioned himself inside the supply closet near the math hallway, a narrow, dusty space that smelled faintly of whiteboard markers and cleaning spray. He crouched low between a mop bucket and a stack of unused paper rolls, holding a mini confetti popper in one hand and a trembling hope in the other. His palms were sweaty. His legs were starting to cramp. But it was all going to be worth it.

The plan was simple: wait for M/N to walk by on their usual route to the next class. Then—bam! He’d burst out of the closet, pop the confetti, and confess right there in a shower of glittering chaos. It’d be magical. A moment straight out of a movie. Glitter raining down like stardust. Gasps in the background. Maybe even applause.

Jake checked his phone for the time. Any second now.

He adjusted his grip on the confetti tube and readied himself.

Outside, footsteps echoed through the hallway. Muffled voices. Laughter.

This was it. Showtime.

But just as Jake tightened his muscles, ready to leap out in the most iconic confession of the year—click—the door creaked open.

Pop!

Reflex took over.

Without thinking, Jake jumped, yanked the string, and unleashed a burst of shimmering confetti directly into the face of—

Not M/N.

No.

Instead, it was Mr. Park. The strictest, most terrifying math teacher on campus. The man known for giving pop quizzes for fun and making students cry with a single raised eyebrow.

Jake froze, still halfway crouched, still holding the now-empty confetti tube like a toy weapon. His eyes widened in pure, unfiltered horror.

The hallway fell deathly silent.

Mr. Park didn’t move at first. He just blinked. Slowly. A piece of gold foil clung to his glasses. Another had nestled itself in his eyebrow. His face, usually stoic, now glittered with sparkles that made him look more like a cursed disco ball than a teacher.

Jake’s mouth opened. No words came out. Just air and panic.

“I... I was trying to confess,” he finally stammered, voice thin and defeated, like he was explaining a crime scene. “To—to someone else. Not you. Definitely not you.”

There was a long pause.

Mr. Park adjusted his glasses, still completely deadpan. “To who? Numbers?”

Jake could’ve sworn the ground tilted beneath him.

From down the hall, Sunoo slowly backed away, eyes wide in absolute horror at what he had just caused. He was the one who’d opened the door—wrong closet, wrong time, wrong everything. He mouthed sorry as he disappeared behind a locker corner.

Jake remained frozen, surrounded by falling glitter, his pride in tiny sparkling pieces on the floor.

An hour later, he sat alone in detention, chin in his hands, staring blankly at the clock as the sun dipped lower in the sky.

The room was silent, save for the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional sound of Mr. Park brushing glitter out of his sleeves somewhere in the building.

Jake groaned and slumped down on the desk. “The universe is out to get me.”

From the hallway, the janitor’s vacuum roared to life again.

He sighed. “Figures.”

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By the time the final bell rang, the once-bustling school had settled into a tired quiet. The kind of stillness that only came after a long day of teenage chaos. Backpacks had been slung over shoulders, classroom lights dimmed, and laughter faded into the distance as students trickled out the gates. The orange hues of the setting sun cast long shadows across the hallway floor, stretching like lazy fingers across the tiles.

Jake sat slumped on a bench near the courtyard, surrounded by the golden wash of afternoon light. His hair was a tousled mess, his shirt half-untucked like it had been through war, and bits of confetti still clung to his sleeve like glittering remnants of guilt and humiliation.

He looked like a defeated protagonist in the last act of a romantic comedy gone horribly off-script.

His hands covered his face as he groaned, the sound muffled but full of misery. “I’m never gonna tell him,” he mumbled, half to himself, half to the breeze that ruffled his hair.

“Tell me what?”

Jake jolted like a live wire, nearly launching himself off the bench. “M-M/N?!” His voice cracked with panic. He scrambled to sit upright, wiping his face as discreetly as he could. “I—uh—how long were you standing there?!”

M/N stood just a few feet away, arms folded loosely across his chest, an amused yet unreadable glint in his eyes. “Long enough to witness your tragic romcom unravel in real time.”

Jake stared in horror. “Please don’t tell me you saw everything.”

“I missed the dying goose part,” M/N replied smoothly, lips twitching into a smile, “but Sunghoon was kind enough to send me the video. In HD. With slow motion.”

Jake groaned like the world was ending. He flopped back on the bench with a dramatic sigh, dragging his hands down his face. “I’m never showing my face in school again. I’ll transfer. I’ll change my name. Move to another country. Take up knitting.”

M/N laughed, the sound soft and warm. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Jake peeked through his fingers. “I just… wanted to confess in a cool way, you know? Like, make it special. Something memorable. But everything kept going wrong. Every single time I got close, it turned into a disaster. I didn’t want you to think I was just messing around or being immature. I didn’t want to ruin it by being… me.”

M/N’s teasing expression softened. He walked over and sat beside him, close enough for their shoulders to brush. “Jake… you could’ve just told me. You didn’t need the theatrics.”

Jake blinked, processing the words like his brain had short-circuited. “W-what?”

“You didn’t need all those big gestures,” M/N said with a chuckle, glancing down at the confetti still stuck to his sleeve. “I kinda… already like you too.”

Silence.

Then Jake sputtered. “Wait—you do?! Even after the goose-singing and the grocery list and the supply closet disaster?!”

“Especially after the confetti incident,” M/N grinned. “I’ve never seen Mr. Park look that confused in my life. I think he’s still picking glitter out of his eyebrows.”

Jake stared at him for a moment, mouth hanging open slightly. Then, like a flower finally deciding it’s safe to bloom, a grin spread across his face—wide, brilliant, and a little dazed. He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck like he couldn’t believe his luck.

“…Wanna go grab some strawberry Pocky?”

M/N bumped his shoulder gently. “Only if you promise not to explode another teacher.”

Jake stood up with mock seriousness, brushing imaginary dust off his pants before offering a hand with exaggerated gallantry. “No promises. But for you? I’ll try not to get us both expelled.”

M/N rolled his eyes but took his hand anyway.

They walked off together down the quiet courtyard path, the golden glow of the sun painting everything in warm hues—like a soft filter over the last scene of a feel-good movie. The air was cool and gentle, carrying the scent of grass and the fading buzz of the day.

Jake glanced sideways, fingers twitching nervously at his side.

“Hey…” he said, voice a little shy now, a little more honest. “Would you ever wanna hear the full song sometime? The one I was gonna sing? Properly this time.”

M/N looked up at him, a playful smirk tugging at their lips. “Only if you promise not to sound like a goose this time.”

Jake laughed, head tipping back with relief. His heart felt lighter than it had in weeks. The pressure, the worry, the endless failed plans—it all melted away in the warmth of M/N’s smile.

Maybe it hadn’t been the perfect confession.

But as M/N reached over to brush a stubborn piece of confetti off his shoulder, laughing again at the ridiculousness of it all, Jake realized—

It was perfectly them.

#enhypen #enhypen x male reader #enha x reader #malereader #kpop x male reader #jake x male reader #sim jake #jake sim

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dearly-somber · 1 year ago

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20/20 Vision | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, fluff, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, mutual pining, unrequited love, drama, high school!au, university!au, eventual romance, eventual smut

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 897

-> warnings. Literally nothing this is pure fluff 🥹🤍

-> a/n. Glasses!Kook origin story!! Y/N lore drop!! (P.S. This takes place before Because It’s Soft!)

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Dec. 9th, 2023 @ 10:03

-> fin. Sun., Jan. 28th, 2024 @ 12:31

-> edited. Thurs., Feb. 1st, 2024 @ 17:44

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn, @saradika-graphics

You knew something was up when Jungkook—a boy who’d once spotted a squirrel in the road while driving at nearly 100kph—started squinting at the projector not even five meters in front of him.

Even though the two of you sat around the middle of your class, you’d frequently turn to find him angrily squinting at the board, struggling to read your smaller than average handwriting even though he’d never found it difficult before.

Now, sitting in your living room with homework strewn all along the floors and Jungkook nose deep his English textbook, you finally come to the conclusion that his vision might not be so 20/20 anymore.

“Jungkook,” you say concerned as he lets out a frustrated sigh, sitting upright with a frown etched deeply into his face.

“I can’t see,” he complains, groaning and rubbing at his temples. “And my head feels like it’s about to explode.”

You reach out to run your hand through his hair, biting on your lip when he unhesitatingly leans into the touch. “You can’t see?”

“No,” he pouts. “Everything’s blurry.”

“Jungkook.” You rub at his earlobe once before pulling away, searching his face with a pitying smile. “The font isn’t that small—I can read it just fine from where I’m sitting.”

He manages to look offended. “Okay. And?”

You sigh, placing your hand over his, like you’re about to deliver some bad news. For someone so smart, he can be so dumb. “I think you should see an optometrist.”

His doe eyes widen. “No,” he whispers, genuinely afraid-sounding.

You smile apologetically and pat his hand.

He pulls away from you to press the palms of his hands into his eyes, fake-crying into them like the drama-queen he is. “Fuck,” he whines.

You push up from the kitchen table and walk around to massage his shoulders, as if he’s a football player getting hyped up before his next big game. “It’s okay,” you soothe.

“I need glasses?” He sounds so sad, you can’t help but laugh a little.

“It’s not the end of the world!” you laugh. “Besides, I think it’ll suit you.“

“But what about soccer? I can’t play with glasses, they’ll get broken, or, or—“

“Contacts are a thing, remember?”

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

Now, a couple of days later, you knock on the packhouse doors with an eager smile, greeting Jimin with a long hug. “Is Jungkook home yet?”

“Yeah, he’s upstairs.”

“Thanks!”

The way to Jungkook’s room is a familiar one. As soon as you enter the pack house you turn right and head a single flight of stairs to the second floor where all the rooms and main bathrooms are. What is new, is all the various pictures hanging on the wall.

You take a moment to admire the new frames you assume either Seokjin or Rosé hung up between today and the last time you were here (around three days ago, now), smiling fondly at the closeness and joy in each picture.

It’s a large 24x48 canvas framed in a beautiful burgundy wood with golden highlights (which seem to have been painted on by hand), and it makes your heart stop.

It’s of a photo you took with the pack a few days after your birthday.

Your heart aches sweetly at the sight of Yoongi with his arms wrapped brotherly around your shoulders, free arm hoisting his whiskey into the air, a large grin on his face. Next to him is Jungkook, both hands in the air, yelling at the top of his lungs with one of those bottled glasses of coke. And around you, the rest of the pack.

Rosé and Jennie crouched beneath you, forming hearts with their arms on either side of your legs; Jisoo, Hoseok, Jin and Taehyung laughing at their brothers off to the side; Lisa yelling at the top of her lungs while being carried bridal style by Namjoon; Jimin on the floor at Rosé and Jennie’s feet, slightly blurred around the edges from setting up the camera.

It was the best night of your life.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You look at Jungkook with a smile on your face, which quickly turns into an appreciative grin. “Why, look at you!”

Jungkook laughs shyly, reaching up to self-consciously push his glasses further up his nose. It’s a simple frame: black metal, kind of large but not overly so, a little boxy.

“It looks good!” you say as you finally make your way up the stairs, giving him a quick side hug before making your way to his room.

“You think so?” He holds the door open for you and then lets it slide halfway closed, joining you on the edge of his bed where you’ve already taken up one of his controllers.

“Definitely. Really frames your face.”

He groans. “Not you, too. Jin hyung’s been making glasses jokes all day.”

You laugh, nudging him in his side while starting up It Takes Two (a game you’d asked him to get so you could play together). “I would too, Four Eyes.”

He growls, not even giving you time to think before his hands are at your sides.

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

Downstairs, Jimin shakes his head at your loud pleas for mercy and defeating scream-laughter with a fond smile, handing Jin another plate to dry off. “I wish those two would get together already.”

“Patience,” Seokjin chides with an equally fond grin. “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

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harveybwabbit92 · 4 months ago

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[Zero and Seven help Akari sort through some Anne's mementos, when something catches Zero's eye.]

Zero: What's that?

[He points a palm-sized black brick looking thing.]

Akari: Oh, it's a mini camera and projector, mom got it when I was about a month old.

Zero: I didn't think they had those when you were born.

Akari: in the 60s on mom's original Earth? probably not, but the 60s on the Earth I was born on was far more technologically advanced thanks to alien interference. We already had something similar to smart-phones by the time the 70s rolled in.

Seven: Is there anything on it?

Akari: I dunno, Let's charge it and see.

[Cut to Seven, Zero and Akari being treated to a small video of baby! Akari sitting outside in a baby chair eating a cookie.]

Zero: Holy crap, you're so cute!

Seven: Is that a Pigmon?

[Sure enough they see a mini-Pigmon slowly walk up to Akari and stare at the baby for few seconds before quickly snatching her cookie and darting away, Baby Akari watched the Pigmon go and disappear behind a bush.]

Baby! Akari, looks behind her than at the camera flummoxed:...

{Seven and Zero crack up, while Akari looks at the floor embarrassed.]

Anne, off camera giggles: Oh, no. *hehe* ...what happened?~

Akari, still looking around completely befuddled:...

[the video the cuts to Akari sucking on her hand while the camera zooms in on the thieving Pigmon sitting a few feet behind her enjoying his prize.]

#S: bunny steals baby's cracker #ultraman incorrect quotes #tokusatsu incorrect quotes #tokusatsu #ultraman #ultra series #ultraseven #ultraman zero #ultrawoman oc: akari yuri #anne yuri #pigmon ultraman

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abookishdreamer · 2 years ago

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Character Intro: Thespios (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Casanova jr. by the others

Showstopper by his father

The Moronic Wonder by Aggie

Age- 13 (immortal)

Location- Mania district, New Olympus

Personality- With a great respect for the performing arts, he loves garnering attention. He can be quite conceited & manipulative while having a complete disregard for conformative rules and authority. He's smart, observant, & quite cultured for someone his age.

He has the standard abilities of a god. As the god of acting his other powers and abilities include limited invsibility, limited shapeshifting (can transform himself into other people & characters for only 10 minutes), vocal projection, stage light manipulation, having an eidetic memory (can remember scenes from movies and TV shows, lines, & scripts), and limited illusion creation.

Thespios is the only child to his father Matikós (god of performance).

They live on the top floor of The Tauros Building, a luxury high-rise apartment building in the Mania neighborhood of New Olympus. His bedroom is every theater kid's dream! It has a theather aesthetic with a semi-circle for the "mini amphitheater" that has a few rich red velvet seats for company along with a HUGE king sized bed covered in velvet & satin sheets and pillows with a bedframe resembling a stage. Instead of a TV there's a projector screen and instead of traditional lighting there's stage lights & neon light fixtures. On the walls there's posters of his favorite movies, TV shows, bands, and deities. He owns the latest Talos Core gaming system as well as an antique typewriter (which Thespios bought on oBay).

He has one pet- a she-dragon named Ravenshade who has frost blue eyes, dark blue horns, claws, & crests, and blue-black & deep fuchsia scales. She's his usual mode for transportation to school.

Thespios has a great relationship with his father. He appreciates the fact that his dad never stifled his creativity or interests. They both constantly frequent the museums, cinema, & opera with a favorite pasttime of theirs being riding dragonback! Thespios knows that he's not the only kid in the pantheon to be raised by a single parent, but he doesn't feel like he's "missing" out by not having another parent.

He's well aware of the events surrounding his conception- his birth mother (a maenad) being a surrogate for his father. Thespios recently met her with the two of them keeping in contact through e-mail every once in a while. There are even talks for Thespios to spend his next school vacation in Thebes where she lives.

His wardrobe consists of suede and leather shoes, leather jeans, regular jeans, polos, mink scarves, berets, sweaters, & leather jackets with black being a major color!

His father gifted him a gold & silver theater masks necklace which Thespios always wears.

A go-to drink for him is coffee. He LOVES coffee! Thespios is a pro when it comes to his father's espresso machine in their kitchen. He also likes pomegranate cola, lime flavored sparkling water, club soda, and chocolate espresso milkshakes from The Frozen Spoon. Usuals for him from The Roasted Bean includes cafe au laits, a medium pomegranate dragonfruit splash, & a large iced mocha.

Thespios has many talents. In addition to inheriting remarkable flexibility from his father he can also play the lyre, trumpet, and saxophone & he's also a pretty good drawer- mainly focusing on self portraits.

He has a few stamps on his passport, traveling to the other realms a few times! His favorite trip so far has been to the Underworld where he was at the film premier of Blooddancer! He even saved the ticket stubs in a scrapbook.

His favorite snacks include pomegranate flavored licorice twists, salt & vinegar potato chips, caramel olive oil popcorn, and red hot cinnamon jawbreakers.

Thespios is currently on break from school. As far as the godly kids, he sometimes hangs out with Deucalion (Deuce) and Thrasos (god of boldness, insolence, recklessness, & courage). Thespios admires the "bad-assery" of Anaideia (goddess of ruthlessness, shamelessness, & unforgiveness). He doesn't know too much about the "Drool Crew" (the kids of The Litae)- including Pompe (goddess of rites) & Telete (goddess of prayers) except a time where Epidotes (god of purity) was partnered up with him for a project in their home economics class. He's aware of the other godly kids in school like Pandia (goddess of the full moon), Dysis (goddess of the sunset), Achelois (goddess of the moon & comfort), Philia (goddess of friendship), E.B, and Krysothemis.

Thespios' main friend group are some classmates in his drama class- a lampade named Blakelyn, twin Harpy brothers named Arnim & Aerion, a mermaid named Adrina, and a satyr named Kristanos. They are also part of the school's drama club. Thespios thinks that his drama teacher (a Centaur) Mr. Paspatis is a "mad genius."

One student he doesn't seem to care about is Calocagathia (Aggie) (goddess of nobility & goodness). Thespios finds her "know-it-all perfect goody two-shoes" veneer to be offputting. He has only told Blakelyn what happened between the two of them afterschool months ago.

His go-to thing from The Bread Box is the blackberry goat cheese salad.

Thespios is also cool with his father's boyfriend- a woodland centaur named Silvano.

He's fluent in Old Greek, Latin, & French.

Thespios had his first kiss with Adrina at Kristanos' spin the bottle party a couple weeks ago. They still sometimes make out when they do homework together.

In the pantheon he really looks up to and admires The Muses (calls Melpomene "literal perfection"), Apollo (a favorite album of his being 1,000 Days of Sunlight), and the "mad" god Dionysus (secretly hopes that he'll be his mentor)! Thespios also likes hanging out with his noná, Felis (Titaness of cats). He has quite the number of crushes! Aside from Melpomene (muse of tragedy), he thinks that Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty), Polyhymnia (muse of hymns), Ailuros (goddess of cats & warfare), and Adephagia (goddess of gluttony) are "total babes." There has uncomfortably been more than one "wet dream."

Two of his favorite desserts are the pain au chocolat and almond souffle. He gets them at Salon du Sucre. Thespios also likes the tiramisu cake from Hollyhock's Bakery.

He has a varied musical palate. Thespios listens to everything from M9, Apollo, Eclipse, Discordic Harmony to Death Theater, Eurydice, O, & the punk rock band Dissonance Machine. Lately he's been a fan of Orpheus, even getting a vinyl copy of his live album Immortalis Amor: Cello Concerto.

He's fond of collecting movie soundtracks, the latest addition being Blooddancer.

A guilty pleasure of his are samurai sushi rolls.

In his free time Thespios loves going to the cinema to catch the latest release! He also enjoys basketball, football (soccer), playing video games, laser tag, reading; is a fan of the books written by Favian (god of philosophy), writing (journaling & his own poetry and screenplays), listening to music, and hanging out with friends.

His favorite meals are his dad's feijoada with yellow rice and keftedes.

"Theater is the art of looking at ourselves."

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