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spicy-pears · 7 months

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I'm not sure if this is how it works. But I have a drabble request? About a girl who's car breaks down a mile or two from the slaughter family gas station. And while she walks along the road listening to music, johnny starts to stalk her. And similar to maria start liking her as he follows.

Please and thank you 🙏🏼😇

𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒈, 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔.

𝓦𝓒:1.5𝓚

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕: 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒍.

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒈

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❣️ 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚.

(𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.)

The wind caressed your hand as you let it hang out the car window. Your fingertips would surf the rushing breeze as the music brought your body to a joyful sway. "I'm in love, Sweet love. Don't you ever go away." With a loving smile, you serenaded your passenger. He sat so obediently in his seat, his black fur pushed around with the wind. At the same time, your nails gave him gentle head scratches.

You decided to take the solo drive back to Georgia. Preferring the peace of being alone with your calm pooch. Rather than being in a cramped car with bickering family members. Maybe you should have stuck with your family. You began to admit this mistake of yours. One wrong turn sent you cruising down the vast and long road through the countryside of Texas. This small town was so insignificant its name had the smallest text on the map. “The town of Newt” the fields of corn, sunflowers, and wheat was a sanguine sight. It filled you with the unrivaled serenity that bustling city life couldn’t provide.

Although the free vast countryside brought a timeless opportunity to enjoy nature. The small town seemed to be paused in time, the sparse buildings along the road. All seemed to be built back in the ’50s and ’60s. And hasn’t received any care or renovation since. Wood on barns began to run ragged with make-shift patch-up jobs with metal sheets. The singular diner in the area weathered through pouring rain, showing it through the copper rust stains that ran along its sign and roof.

Oddly enough, the only pit stop around kept updated gas pumps. You were almost tempted to stop and look inside the antique 60s-styled gas station. But a man working there peered into your eyes as you slowly drove by. A look you confused as unfriendliness towards tourists, a look you only needed to see once. Promptly, you turned away from the scar-covered, dark-haired man and continued on your way.

You didn’t fret much about the detour; you’ve been in similar situations. And each one proved to be a nostalgic time that fueled your fire for adventure. “You having fun, boy?” Your glance turned to your perfect passenger. His body curled into a bored ball of fluff, the sorry state making your lips twist into a concerned smirk. “Alright, we’ll be out of this town soon. Ten more miles, and we’ll be in Austin and back on track.” You began petting his coat in an attempt to comfort him.

Another mile deep into Newt, the local radio tower would interfere with your radio. Cutting off your soothing music, and began broadcasting an eerie news story, "The search continues for a missing San Antonio native. A female college student, who was reported to be taking a trip to Corpus Christi, Texas. She's described as-". Suddenly, the radio began to conflict again, bellowing a loud blaring static. The interference would cause your car to stall, leaving your car at a sudden halt.

"Okay...time to get out of the countryside." The frightening experience made your heart beat fast. Leaving a throbbing feeling running down your veins. With your eyes shut tight, you calmed your nerves and kept your composure. Armed with the knowledge of how to fix your car easily, as this wasn't the first time. With a gentle sigh, you turned to your beloved dog, "Should I walk you first?". Excitement overtook the large pooch as his wagging tail gave the car a light shake.

You’d open his door with a loving laugh, setting him free. While you grabbed your headphones and cassette player. The cassette your mother gave you caught your eye as she painted little white daisies and wrote “y/n playlist.” You would pop the loving gift into your cassette player and began walking, treasuring the one-of-a-kind tranquility. While you dove deep into your own little world, you felt an unwanted tap on your shoulder. Forcing you to whip around, your expression confused and defensive.

“Excuse me, miss. I saw your car broke down back there. And I wouldn’t feel right leaving a pretty thing like you out here on your lonesome. Would you like to hitch a ride?” You instantly became suspicious of his niceties.

But politely, you smiled and shook your head to reaffirm your words: “No, I'm fine. I'm just walking my dog. Thank you though.”. You watched his face skew with confusion and scorn. The latter left you feeling awkward, as your words shouldn’t have caused such strong emotions. Regardless, you would awkwardly wave the strange man goodbye and went about your stroll.

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽

Johnny was forced to stay in Newt. After his recent failure, a failure that gained the public a vivid description of his appearance. He preferred leaving home, as it left him a wider range of prey. But the report about him proved damaging to his hunting style, as any woman would now be privy to his nature. Unfortunately for him, being stuck in newt meant one kill every other month.

To not attract more attention to himself and keep trouble off the family's doorstep. Johnny resented the tight leash he was on; the restrictions felt like an insult. He carries his weight and more for the family, bringing home clueless girls and keeping the cold room well stocked. One minor failure with a few college girls shouldn’t gain such strict conditions.

Nonetheless, he was sometimes blessed with a rare treat. Women who couldn’t bother to learn how to change a tire taking long cross-country trips. And most of the time, they run out of gas or break down near one of the properties. Giving him the thrill he thirsted for. Sometimes, he would play nice, posing as a helpful hand that would repair their car. Only to offer them shade from the heat inside the gas station, like lambs to slaughter. This time, he would stubbornly and selfishly try something new. His failures gave him a new trick that sissy patiently crafted for him.

He saw you pass by the pitstop and instantly homed in on you. He found himself becoming "fond" of you. Instead of quickly subduing you, he followed you through the field. Until he realized he wasn’t the only hunter out today, the strange man you blew off would go back into the field. With similar intentions as Johnny, he wanted to catch you. What he wanted to do with you was unknown.

Johnny was no gentleman. He only cared for things that benefited him. And being the only hunter would benefit him greatly. He wanted to be the one to have you as he pulled out his harvesting blade; he committed to that conviction. He supposed he’d “save” you in the process.

The precious Texas oak trees swayed with the wind, almost on beat with the song playing. Your eyes closed, taking in the warm sunlight against your eyelids, singing with the serene feeling coursing through your body. “Strumming my pain with his fingers-“You came to a halt as you heard a burst of sinister laughter drowning out your music.

Your dog stood still, growling at the field of sunflowers, as you cautiously took off your headset. Your little world crumbled against the hauntingly quiet reality. No other sounds of life existed for a moment, not even the wind. Only the long, low chirp from the Texan cicadas which brought you unease.

"Careless city girl, I had to kill that man to save your hide!" Suddenly, you felt a strong arm wrap around your tiny waist from behind. While his free hand firmly pressed a chemical-soaked cloth against your mouth and nose. The potent vapor reminded you of cleaning products, how it made your eyes burn and water desperately.

Through your burning tears, you looked up at the now bloodied man you previously saw at the pit stop. Viciously, you would reach for the man's wicked face, digging your nails into the sensitive tissue of his ears. His pained wince eased into a demonic hiss. Your hopeless clawing proved fruitless, as the acidic smell made you grow weak. The hold on your face grew rougher, "Now quit your fightin'!".

Your gaze was laced with exhaustion as your chest heaved lightly through the snug tank top that hugged the plushness of your chest. A final plea for release, you drifted your hand down his face. Only for him to keep smirking at you with an impatient glare. Latter of which made you feel like a tiny toddler fighting sleep. Ultimately, your body grew limp as you finally fell unconscious. "Good girl, pretty as a peach even.” Johnny would throw you over his shoulder, carrying his catch home. He would turn to your dog, patting his thigh, a subtle command for the dog to follow.

“Come on, big boy. Let's take ya’ll home."

~𝓕𝓘𝓝~

"Killing me softly with his song"

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter x oc #johnny sawyer #tcm johnny #tcm game #johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game

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cookienha · 4 months

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☆ wildflowers

¦ unrequited love!hanbin x gn!reader, angst

¦ warnings: -

¦ a/n: not rlly sure what to feel abt this but i hope you can understand 😭

In the wild meadow where flowers painted the air with colors, Y/N and I uncovered the secrets of wildflowers. Each bloom, like a quiet poet, held tales too complex for words.

Our shared love for these blossoms became a language unspoken in the tapestry of our friendship.

It started with shared laughter and unspoken connection beneath the oak tree. Y/N's presence was like a delicate bloom in the garden, each smile unfolding like a petal, harmonizing a floral serenade within my heart.

On a sunny day, surrounded by nature's canvas, I revealed the meanings. "See these flowers, Y/N? They're like our feelings, telling stories without words." I pointed to the vast canvas infront of us.

The daisy, delicate and innocent, once mirrored the purity of our friendship. The bluebell whispered gratitude, a feeling nestled between us. But as we ventured deeper, the wildflowers began to mirror the tangled emotions we avoided.

Forget-me-nots, with their tiny blue petals, pleaded not to be forgotten. Unspoken, they echoed my own plea in the garden of our unspoken emotions.

To express my feelings, I chose the subtle language of flowers, hoping the blossoms would reveal the emotions I couldn't voice. Each floral gesture was a dance of love, a choreography performed in hopes that Y/N would decipher the silent poetry.

Beneath the towering sunflowers, I confessed my feelings. "Sunflowers mean adoration, Y/N. That's what I feel for you," I admitted, hoping my eyes spoke the words hidden beneath.

Yet, thorns lurked. Y/N, lost in the beauty of the blooms, became unaware of the pain I cradled within.

The metaphors and symbols embedded in each flower went unnoticed, the subtle confessions lost in the vibrant dance of wildflowers.

One day, as the wildflowers began to fade, a reflection of our dwindling connection, I handed Y/N a bouquet — Red roses, vibrant with unspoken ache, intertwined with baby's breath, a metaphor for the fragility of our bond.

In silence, I hoped the flowers would speak my heart.

Y/N, entranced by their beauty, missed the plea woven into each petal. As autumn whispered goodbye to our meadow, I saw the roses wilt, and my love, once vivid, withered along.

Our friendship which was once tapestry of vibrant emotions, became a melancholic memory.

Y/N, the enchanting dancer in the wildflowers, remained oblivious to the silent sonnet I wrote with wilting blooms. The meadows whispered of what was lost amidst the fading wildflowers.

#zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 #zb1 angst #zb1 scenarios #sung hanbin #zb1 hanbin #zerobaseone hanbin #hanbin x reader #sung hanbin x reader #zerobasone

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kazuma-asogi-blog · 3 months

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Shrewd Simon Short sewed shoes. Seventeen summers, speeding storms, spreading sunshine successively, saw Simon’s small, shabby shop, still standing staunch, saw Simon’s selfsame squeaking sign still swinging silently specifying: Simon Short, Smithfield’s sole surviving shoemaker. Shoes sewed soles super finely.

Simon’s spry, sedulous spouse, Sally Short, sewed shirts, stitched sheets, stuffed sofas. Simon’s six stout sons — Seth, Samuel, Stephen, Saul, Silas, Shadrach – sold sundries. Sober Seth sold sugar, spices; simple Sam sold saddles, stirrups, screws; sagacious Stephen sold silks, satins, shawls; sceptical Saul sold silver salvers; selfish Shadrach sold salves, shoestrings, stops, saws, skates; slack Silas sold Sally Short’s stuffed sofas.

Some seven summers since, Simon’s second son Samuel saw Sophia Sophronia Spriggs somewhere. Sweet, smart, sensible Sophia Sophronia Spriggs. Sam soon showed strong symptoms. Sam seldom stayed storing, selling saddles. Sam sighed sorrowfully, sought Sophia Sophronia’s society, sang several serenades slyly. Simon stormed, scolded severely, said Sam seemed so silly singing such shameful, senseless songs. ‘Strange Sam should slight such splendid sales! Strutting spendthrift! Shattered-brained simpleton.’

‘Softly, softly, sire,’ said Sally. ‘Sam’s smitten; Sam’s spied some sweetheart.’

‘Sentimental schoolboy!’ snarled Simon. ‘Smitten! Stop such stuff.’ Simon sent Sally’s snuffbox spinning, seized Sally’s scissors, smashed Sally’s spectacles, scattering several spools. ‘Sneaking scoundrel! Sam’s shocking silliness shall surcease!’ Scowling, Simon stopped speaking, started swiftly shopward.

Sally sighed sadly. Summoning Sam, she spoke sweet sympathy. ‘Sam,’ said she, ‘Sire seems singularly snappy; so, solicit, sue, secure Sophronia speedily, Sam.’

‘So soon? So soon?’ said Sam, standing stock-still.

‘So soon, surely,’ said Sally, smiling, ‘specially since Sire shows such spirits.’

So Sam, somewhat scared, sauntered slowly. Shaking stupendously, Sam soliloquised: ‘Sophia Sophronia Spriggs, Spriggs — Short — Sophia Sophronia Short-Samuel Short’s spouse — sounds splendid! Suppose she should say — she shan’t — she shan’t!’

Soon Sam spied Sophia starching shirts, singing softly. Seeing Sam she stopped starching, saluting Sam smilingly. Sam stammered shockingly. ‘Spl-spl-splendid summer season, Sophia.’

‘Selling saddles still, Sam?’

‘Sar-sar-tin,’ said Sam, starting suddenly. ‘Season’s somewhat sudoriflc,’ said Sam, steadily, staunching streaming sweat, shaking sensibly.

‘Sartin,’ said Sophia, smiling significantly. ‘Sip some sweet sherbet, Sam.’ (Silence: sixty seconds.) ‘Sire shot sixty sheldrakes, Saturday,’ said Sophia.

‘Sixty? Shoot!’ said Sam. (Silence: seventy-seven seconds.)

‘See sister Susan’s sunflowers,’ said Sophia, socially, silencing such stiff silence.

Sophia’s sprightly sauciness stimulated Sam strangely; so Sam suddenly spoke sentimentally: ‘Sophia, Susan’s sunflowers seem saying Samuel Short, Sophia Sophronia Spriggs stroll serenely, seek some sequestered spot, some sylvan shade. Sparkling springs shall sing soul stirring strains; sweet songsters shall silence secret sighings; super-angelic sylphs shall —’

Sophia snickered; so Sam stopped. ‘Sophia,’ said Sam, solemnly. ‘Sam,’ said Sophia.

‘Sophia, stop smiling; Sam Short’s sincere. Sam’s seeking some sweet spouse, Sophia.’

Sophia stood silent.

‘Speak, Sophia, speak; such suspense speculates sorrow.’ ‘Seek, sire, Sam, seek sire.’

So Sam sought sire Spriggs. Sire Spriggs said, ‘Sartin.’

(I did not write this I googled long tongue twisters)

I'm not reading all that. My apologies, I...

Wait a minute, you were the one to sic van Zieks on me the other day, weren't you?

I see. You're making fun of me. Well. What if I were to assert that I just spoke aloud your entire message perfectly? If you want to claim I'm lying, the burden of proof is on you, my learned friend. I'd like to see what sort of evidence you can conjure up to the contrary.

Or you could give up and acknowledge my superior elocution.

#actually I should copy this in a letter to ryunosuke #I admit it would be somewhat fascinating if he could say it #kazuma asogi #dgs spoilers #tgaa spoilers #ask #wherefore-whinnies

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mogai-sunflowers · 1 year

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thinking about my gender is honestly so comforting when I’m stressed. I was super anxious today because of everything that happened recently on tumblr and I just channeled it by thinking about my gender and how personal and beautiful it feels for me. my gender is so many hyper-specific things and I love it so much. so here goes I’m going to describe it. And I would love for others to rb this describing their hyperspecific genders <333 /nf

so my gender. it’s the personification of the night sky as a femme with stars twinkling in her eyes. it’s a transmasculine butch lesbian personified as a sun deity. it’s the way lesbian communities gathered to take care of queer men during the AIDS crisis. it’s a bloodthirsty fallen angel weeping, its wings streaked with blood, as it begs for mercy. it’s a beautiful violin melody playing as candlelight sweetly glows in a red rose meadow under a starry sky. its a red rose with stars in its petals and a black rose dripping blood from its thorns. it’s a willow tree weeping peacefully beneath the stars and the poetry of the way of the willow’s grace. it’s the words lullaby, serenity, bloodlust, meadow, stardust, and aurora. it’s a black sunflower and the skull of a crow crowded with roses. it’s the sweet tragedy of romance, queering Romeo and Juliet, the words ‘starcrossed lovers’. it’s the mysterious magic of midnight and the pastel sleepy lure of twilight. it’s a pastel rainbow rose under a starry twilight sky and the way stardust tastes. it is the reigning infinity of a sweet celestial serenade and it is infinitely expansive and lovely.

tagging @kenochoric @epikulupu @gender-mailman @cupidcoining @plushtsula

#🌌when the stars align ; reigns rambles🌌#xenogender #xenogender positivity #mogai #mogai community #queer #queer power #gender #genderqueer #nonbinary #trans #transmasc #butch #lesbian #mogai positivity

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maitaiwiththecorpses · 9 months

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Taylor Swift Albums As Aru Shah Characters (or vice-versa) (???)

Debut: Hira. She's young, seemingly innocent, but she's definitely experienced more than her fair share of heartbreaks and sadness. While singing along to Tim McGraw, Our Song, or Picture To Burn, she draws on those first few moments when she met Brynne. The country style and easy patterns soothe her- she definitely loves Shania Twain, too.

Fearless TV: Kara. Needless to say, most everything she's done to get to this point has required her to be fearless. She is all forbidden destinies and regrets, crying and hoping and crying some more. She'd definitely scream along to Fearless, and You Belong With Me, and sometimes with the Sleeper she'd hum Fifteen and Love Story- just for the feeling of a normal childhood.

Speak Now TV: Rudy. He only picked this because he saw the fabulous purple album cover and thought of dark benevolent queen. He thinks of the first time he met Mini when he listens to Enchanted, because he's sure the whole world is in love with death's daughter. He recreates the intricate sounds of Better Than Revenge, Speak Now, and Sparks Fly with his stones, soon getting his own recording studio to record his instrumental covers of them. And of course, Mean empowers him to brush past all the idiots who made fun of him being colorblind and a failure- cause they're pathetic and alone in life and mean.

Red TV: Malini. Do I even need to explain? Throughout the separation and divorce with Aiden's dad, she definitely listened to All To Well (Ten Minute Version) on repeat, nostalgically played 22 for Aiden, and finally, when she got a girl's night out, played We Are Never Getting Back Together. The heartbreak and cheating in Red highlights all her relationship troubles and how she comes out of them stronger in the end.

1989: Brynne. It's her workout music all the way. And life music too. She does HIIT sessions to Shake It Off and New Romantics, and dances to Out Of The Woods with Hira when it's late and they can't sleep. The feeling of reinvention and starting anew really draws her to the album- and who can blame her? (Plus, she was totally jamming to Rudy's TSwift battle music in SoD)

Reputation: Aru. She struggles with her legacy, her reputation, throughout the series. The thrumming beats and quick mood shifts of ...Ready For It? stimulate her ever-speeding mind and she loves making fun of Aiden with Gorgeous, the entire song a huge excuse to outright flirt with him. Getaway Car is her and Rudy's go-to car song when they drive alone, and there are days when Aiden finds her crying to Dress and Delicate in the shower. During and after the final battle, Don't Blame Me and I Did Something Bad were the only things she could hear in her ears- they were deafening, and a way of her brain guilting and processing all the events.

Lover: Aiden. I immediately knew this was his. He's surrounded by love, constantly, despite being afraid of it, calling upon Death By A Thousand Cuts. With his mom he softly sings Soon You'll Get Better and with Brynne and Mini they karaoke It's Nice To Have A Friend. His dad gets a very blurry video of Aiden and Bee one year in Father's Day in pink cowboy boots singing I Forgot That You Existed and his father never texts back. Ever the feminist and bisexual icon, he's out here bopping to The Man and You Need To Calm Down. He makes fun of Aru liking I Think He Knows, but that's nothing compared to his 2 am serenades of Lover. His favorites, though, are Paper Rings and ME!

Folklore: Mini. The med student of Epiphany. The calm, the quiet, the casual anxious spirals. Yearning at desperate when she hears Invisible String, Rudy cries when she sings it. Her mom hates Exile, but Mini hears it and thinks of all the ways she could fail and cries to it some nights. Seven reminds her of running around in a field of sunflowers as a little kid, not a care in the world, forgetting allergies, grades, or Pandava stuff. August is her back to school calling, a reminder of responsibilities and how they're not always bad. Cardigan is her pick me up when she's missing Rudy- not that he's ever too far.

Evermore: Suyodhana. Willow. He can't love the way he wants to, he can't say yes without worrying about everything- he is Champagne Problems. Forbidden, murderous, No Body, No Crime was made for him.

Midnights: Krithika. The definition of Anti-Hero. A lot of the series wouldn't exist without her causing more and more problems, despite being well-intentioned, she keeps messing up, and finally in NoI she starts owning up. Her glittering confidence in the early books beckon to Bejeweled and her ever-sermonizing self would scream Karma at the top of her lungs. Question...? would remind her of everything she left in the lamp, Suyodhana, Aru's chance at a father- the love of her life.

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brysbeddixt · 9 months

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I want SO VERY BADLY for Hidden Agenda to pull a twist/uno reverse card and reveal that Zo is actually aware of Joke’s feelings, and has been playing 4D chess in order to get Joke to actually confess. Because Zo’s level of obliviousness doesn’t really make sense, once you start thinking about it.

Zo isn’t stupid. He’s on the debate team, and he’s good at it. He runs a podcast. He lets his friends copy his homework, he enjoys spending time in the library. Of course, academic smarts and emotional smarts aren’t the same thing. It could be argued that he’s too busy trying to find hidden meaning in Joke’s flirting to notice, y’know, the flirting.

But he doesn’t really put up a fight to any of Joke’s “lessons.” Beyond LITERALLY fighting him in ep 1, that is. And even that scene could be taken in a different context. Zo’s under the impression that Joke might be trying to get back with Nita, but what if he’s jealous in the opposite way? What if he punches Joke for possibly giving up on his crush on Zo without ever even confessing, so he drinks too much, punches him, then immediately feels bad about it.

Other than that scene, he goes along with all of Joke’s shenanigans pretty happily. He barely even blinks when Joke, who previously said he’d pretend to be Nita on their date, takes it back and tells Zo that he’s going on a date with him, not Nita.

During the serenade confession-but-not in the bar, Zo’s enthusiastic support of the song could be taken as him saying, “Yes, good, exactly! Now actually TELL me this instead of singing it and pretending it’s not for me.” And when Joke doesn’t, he just straight up asks him who he likes.

You may wonder, “okay, but how would the gay panic bathroom scene fit, if it’s not what it looks like?” I raise you: Zo may be aware of Joke’s crush, but Joke says, “I would never leave the person I love to face danger alone.” So this moment of panic could be interpreted as Zo previously not knowing just how strongly Joke felt about him, and perhaps feeling guilty about his own “hidden agenda.” Or even just freaking out because “oh my god he LOVES me?!?”

The sunflower story also makes sense if it’s framing Joke as Clytie, pining after Zo but never actually saying anything. And when Nita says that it would be smarter for Clytie to move on, he once again feels guilty for concocting a whole plan to make Joke confess, instead of just talking to him about it outright.

I’m probably a clown for this, but I seriously can’t stop thinking about it.

#hidden agenda #hidden agenda the series #jokezo

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lavendel081 · 7 months

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queen-of-the-nerdlords · 6 months

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WIP Title Game!

Thank you to the amazing @seidraikiri for tagging me! Sorry it took me so long!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(If I tagged you, you don't have to do this, I'm just scrambling for people I know lmao)

Blue Exorcist

Cake By the Ocean (Mephisto/Rin)

Chintzy (MephiRin) (Mephisto/Rin)

MephiRin - A/B/O Fic (Mephisto/Rin)

MephiRin Soulmate RP with fren (Mephisto/Rin)

Ocean Blue (Suguro/Rin)

CUPID (Visual Novel)

Promises of Forever (Rosa/Catherine)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Oyasumi (Sayori/Protag)

DRAMAtical Murder

Calming Serenade (Akushima/Aoba)

allmate human daycare au (multiple)

Immer Sie (Clear/Akushima)

Happy Sugar Life

Sugar and Spice and-

Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto

Undermine (Atsushi/Sakamoto)

I Saw Autumn Leave (Ib/Garry)

It Means Friendship

Misao (Game)

Ignorance Is Your New Best Friend (Kudoh/Misao)

SohTano Family AU (Sohta/Takano)

Mad Father

Journal Entries within the Drevis Manor

The Words I Want To Say (Ogre/Aya)

My Hero Academia

AFOKami (OC/AFO)

"Me and Mr. Wolf" Gift for Seidraikiri (Aizawa/Deku)

Sunflowers (Chapter 2 lmao)

OFF (Mortis Ghost)

Love Me Dead (Judge/Japhet)

Pokemon

RP Starter (OC)

Pub Encounter

Cocktail and Lovers' Night (OC/Soichiro)

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Again & Again (Madoka/Homura)

i need not one thing more (Madoka/Everyone)

If Our Hearts Were Iron and Our Bodies Steel (Kyousuke/Sayaka)

though it's the end of the world; don't blame yourself (Madoka/Homura)

Samurai Jack

Jaku Soulmate AU (Jack/Aku)

Steven Universe

Cantarella (Pearl/Rose)

The Stanley Parable

Dread (Stanley/Narrator)

Unmarked Stone (Stanley/Narrator)

Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea

Masochism Tango (Idate/Samekichi)

she's got blue eyes like the sea (femslash Samekichi/Wadanohara)

Yandere Simulator

Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance (not finishing this lol)

Yuri!! On Ice

Cantarella (Yuuri/Viktor)

Crossovers

And Away We Go (OC/Homestuck/Adventure Time/The Sims)

Anni NEXT CHAPTER (OC)

Much Ado About Invading (ZaDR/TaGR/OC)

Painting of Evil/Servant of Evil (Ib/The Evillious Series)

The Memory That Would Never Be Remembered (Ib/Garry)

Thorn (Aoba/Toue)

We Are Number One (Skyrim Dragonspeak)

and tons more because I've had 3 phones and 4 computers shit the bed and die and I'm not that great about backing up files I make on the fly. I'm sure if I restored one of the broken hard drives I have, we could find more.

@abby-something, @reaperlight, @thebeingofeverything, @oragamiartist, @thatkinkyboi, @rainbowrowell, @yaoihands, @grievousgl0ry, @urami1080, @still-life-of-thick-ass, @president-homewrecker, @double--blind, @slowly-backs-away, @cinnamoloves,

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glade-constellation · 3 months

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We were supposed to go to bed hours ago, but that didn’t happen. Basically, Billy got frontstuck for a moment and was clicking through random apps to calm us down until I was able to take over. Ten, Billy, and I then proceeded to spend several hours fixing up our Simply Plural, all with a little friendly banter. (Lunar was there but he was more focused on the banter part.)

Tired? Yes. But satisfied with how far we’ve come.

- 🌻

#Songs of the Glade #🌻 Sunflower Serenades #system stuff #Billy’s a little upset he couldn’t get us to sleep #but it’s okay #we got something accomplished and now we can sleep #so we got there eventually <3

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yonemurishiroku · 1 year

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It definitely looks like Will is on the brink of death at the start of the book- that part hasn't changed from the first draft, so it looks like you're getting your wish lmao?? But also... According to the map we get peeks of that shows the journey, they're going to go through the Door of Orpheus. YES put that child of Apollo to good use

Tbh i'd be more excited was it Nico who's going to die since like. he has been almost dead too many times. for the love of everything good in the world just let him die once.

but yeah. Will withering away like a sunflower without the sun sounds great too! I can literally take every kind of angst at this point. Not sure if the Will stans are gonna happy with that tho...

And oh. Serenading your boyfriend in front of the Door to his father's place, where your talented brother lost his wife in the most tragic story of love and music, is absolutely stunning. If it isn't love i don't know what is.

#that's not sarcasm i genuinely find it devastatingly beautiful #just go serenading him like that would you?#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #toa #trials of apollo #orpheus #orpheus and eurydice #the sun and the star #tsats #tsats preview #the sun and the star: a nico di angelo adventure #will solace #solangelo

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pixel-chills · 7 months

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For the ask game, and for Luan, Solros, and Valerie! 2,4,6,8!

2. Do they have any secret piercings or tattoos?

- Valerie does! She got her nippies pierced on secret ;> Luan and Solros don't really have any secret piercings or tattoos...

4. What is their favorite music genre?

- Luan: Alternative/indie rock, especially sad rock (Trading Yesterday, SafetySuit, Secondhand Serenade)

- Solros: Bedroom-pop (Conan Gray, TEMPOREX, girl in red)

- Valerie: Synth-pop (Hurts, Uffie)

6. What is their phone background/lock screen?

- Luan: background; Solros in the sunflower field/ lockscreen; some sort of galaxy aesthetic

- Solros: Luan and Pickle (Luan's cat) on both

- Valerie: background; cute pink flowery theme/ lockscreen; Little Poppins (her dog)

8. Do they have a favorite fabric or texture?

- Luan: likes soft, velvety things, such as soft cotton-polyester mix.

- Solros: loves soft and fluffy things (like Luan's hair haha-) also a big fan of soft wool and fleece!

- Valerie: likes clothes and fabrics made with pure cotton.

#numbered ask game #oc ask game #luan #solros #valerie #dreamflower

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sleepyowlwrites · 8 months

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Sleepy's list of friends' nicknames:

Ghosty - @/zmlorenz

Maybe Sorcery - @/akindofmagictoo

Ember - @/ashen-crest

Rosechild - @/lothloriien

Magic Storm - @/enchanted-lightning-aes

Lilac - @/chayscribbles

Baby Dragon - @/mel-writes-with-her-dragons

Stars Books - @/vellichor-virgo

Cozy - @/ink-fireplace-coffee

Jo but not from little women - @/josephinegerardywriter

Serenade - @/souliloquyyy

Stardust - @/stardustspiral

Breezy - @/blind-the-winds

Timespace - @/artdecosupernova-writing

Lovely - @/iparisaltanwing

Honeydew - @/writing-with-melon

Glowstick - @/ellatholmes

Philosopher - @/livvywrites

Loquacious - @/woodhousejay

Klove - @/klywrites

Lila - @/blossom-hwa

Garden - @/writingamongther0ses

Meriachild - @/artbyeloquent

Cloverchild - @/mary-is-writing

Redwoodchild - @/talesfromgringolandia

Naiad - @/pens-swords-stuff

Sunflower @/lanawritesalittle

Moonink - @/drippingmoon

Moment - @/lunarmoment

Earlybird - @/sleepy-night-child

Rarity - @/uraniumwriting

Amarantine - @/mecharose

Idea - @/oh-no-another-idea

Clocks - @/jaxwrites

Peppermint - @/pepperdee

Finch - @/the-finch-adress

Bard - @/dragon-swords-prophecies

Voiceover - @/deciphered-narrator

Redwing - @/red-the-dragon-writes

Pengwen - @/gwens-fiction

Sounding - @/diphthongsfordays

Magesmith - @/magic-is-something-we-create

Valance - @/faelanvance

Dragonheart - @/my-husband-sasemi

Firefly - @/dustylovelyrun

Seabird - @/encrucijada

Ocelot - @/ambiguouspuzuma

Myth - @/talesfromaurea

Tea Leaf - @/afoolandathief

Welcome - @/nikkywrites

First Snow - @/january-thoughts

Roseleaf - @/stupid-elf

Sunlight - @/zonnemaagd

Bender - @/writing-is-a-martial-art

Truly - @/did-i-do-this-write

Ending - @/apocalypsewriters

Ribbon - @/zoya-writes

Caramel - @/emelkae

Sweet Luna - @/darlingsmoon

Aster - @/wild-selenite-caffine

Ursa Danger - @/thepixelelf

Tangerine - @/the-orangeauthor

Feathercap - @/bloodlessheirbyjacques

Detective - @/author-a-holmes

Gentleflame - @/carefulpyro

Zenith - @/on-noon

Minuit - @/midnights-melodiverse

Hunter - @/asher-orion-writes

Mouse - @/rodentwrites

Remembrance - @/Memento-morri-writes

Chiro - @/crypticcodexcreations

Inksap - @/pinespittinink

Lavender - @/caspia-writes

Claymark - @/muddshadow

Kyanite - @/blue-kyber

Bright - @/justwriteyoudummy

Voidlight - @/another-white-hole

Celadon - @/abalonetea

Lucent - @/incadescent-creativity

Peachleaf - @/willowcassette

Adorus - @/thegreatobsesso

Dryad - @/writerfae

Inkspell - @/my-cursed-prince

Phantasm - @/circa-specturgia

Unicorn - @/sargeantnarwhalwrites

Frost - @/winterandwords

Sage - @/autumnalwalker

Hummingbird - @/khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh

Starsong - @/moondust-bard

Radio - @/vsnotresponding

Clarity - @/forthesanityofstorytellers

Journey - @/odysseywritings

Pickle - @/sarahlizziewrites

Sapling - @/void-botanist

Coffeebean - @/strangerays

Comfort - @/dogmomwrites

Purple Soul - @/antihell

Paperbirch - @/nopoodles

Nevertwice - @/dontjudgemeimawriter

Trouble - @/helathorloki

Honeysuckle - @/aninkwellofnectar

Pointy Hat - @/thetruearchmagos

Verdance - @/sam-glade

Rubiks - @/squarebracket-trick

Zima - @/jay-avian

Plucky - @/pluttskutt

Parchment - @/lux-scriptum

Mountain - @/vermontwrites

Explorer - @/toboldlywrite

Portal - @/traveler-of-realms

Raenellie - @/ellierenae

Mathemagical - @/harmonictornadosiren

Satchel - @/theliteraryluggage

Storybug - @/bardicbeetle

Some people and their nicknames just live in my head.

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